TINY LITTLE BOY

ELEVEN

Well, working all the shifts possible at his parttime job at the cafe didn't quite seem to fix the financial issue that he was facing. The young brunette recognised this after he recieved the first letter from his landlord telling him to pay his rent for the past two months. But he couldn't. His bank account was quickly emptying, all that he had saved up for if he would face any economical issues was nearly gone, red letters and numbers littered his screen, more for each time he checked. He wasn't spending money carelessly. Hell, he didn't spend anything when he didn't absolutely need to, but he still found the amount of money he had left decreasing steadily. And his exams was coming up soon too, so he was unable to get another job if he didn't want to fail them. Books, papers and bills soon started to cover every surface in his tiny apartment, the blue carpet slowly disappearing, along with the sight of his desk and every other flat surface that could hold objects. He would instead see words everywhere, a whole architecture of letters scattered upon every commodity, every facade, every room. The white pages seemingly endless, and so was the amount of black ink upon them.

He couldn't even find time to be with Yoongi. The older was very understanding of the fact that he had a lot to do because of his upcoming exams and work, so mostly he let him be. And while the younger appreciated that, he couldn't help but want Yoongi to force him out of the appartment. It was slowly beggining to feel like a prison. A prison where he would have to sit down and face all his homework and preparation for the exams. A prison where he would have to worry about all the grown up stuff that he just wished he could forget. And that he wished Yoongi would tear him out of, giving him a reasonable excuse to not sit inside his flat all day. The fact he had to stress over that he couldn't pay his rent also played a crucial part in his growing desperation. Somehow when one issue disappeared from his life, another more crucial one would show up. Rubbing his eyes and the sleep within them, he stared into the screen of his computer for a few more seconds before he gave up. He was clearly not going to get anything more done, when his mind wandered of like this. He had read the same sentence three times in a row already without understanding or drawing any useful information from it. Not even a bit of what he was supposed to understand.

Tomorrow was a saturday where he didn't have work though, he had been unable to get his hands on a shift, it was getting to that point where he activly seeked them, and he guessed it was okay that he used that time on something else than studying. He really missed human contact, and he really missed Yoongi. So as he made it into the bathroom, he send a text to the mentioned male, asking if he had time to meet up. He really needed to get out of the small apartment for a while.

Luckily for Jungkook, his ravenette elder did have time. Or, he had cleared his schedule as soon as he saw the youngers text, it wasn't that important either way. It had been such a long time since he had been around the younger due to all the stuff he had going on in his life at the moment. So he quickly replied with a short "sure! Should I come to your place at about 11am?", smiling softly at his phone. Not soon after, it went off again, "can we please be at your place this time hyung?". Lifting his eyebrows in slight surprise and confusion, he just confirmed that yes, yes they could. Why the younger asked that, with the honorific too, seemed a bit weird though.

Jungkook on the other hand exhaled loudly in relief when the olders response ticked in. He had grown awfully aware of which state his apartment was in at the moment. Book upon book created colourful towers and other weird constructions and structures all around his place, papers and bills were littering the floor. Even his bathroom had a few different papers lying around, being either school or economically related. A few times he had woken up with textbooks in his bed that he hadn't aware was there. Dirty clothes and dishes were also appearing, creating an even bigger mess, and seemingly redoubling for everytime he checked how much there was. He was on one hand itching to clean it all, finally washing his clothes, sorting his bills and papers, and get to put the books he didn't need at the moment away. He just didn't have the energy to clean everything up. He barely had time to go into littlespace, and he savoured each of the moments where he found time to dig his colouringbooks out of the booktowers and colour, sit down at his couch and watch cartoons, or play with his stuffies. Sometimes he had to go into littlespace just to forget about the tiring reality, other times he allowed himself to, just to calm down. But which the growing economical pressure, so was his general distress, in and out of littlespace.

He was ashamed of the current state his home was in. Brushing his teeth, his forehead had prominent wrinkles upon it, as he looked at the marketing book that was laying on the floor beside the toilet. Sighing, he picked it up, and after rinsing his mouth and turning of the light, he brought it with him to his bedroom, laying it on top of one of the towers. At least he would get to see Yoongi tomorrow, and his heart swelled a bit at the thought.