Yoongi's date with Namjoon had gone wonderfully, and much to his delight Namjoon seemed just as eager as he to plan for a second one. Yoongi's phone, which now held the the tall barista's phone number, buzzed on his nightstand as he tossed and turned across his slim mattress, not tired enough to sleep but too bored and too broke to do anything but.
Hoseok: Hey, can you come into the kitchen real quick? I kinda need some help on one of these logic puzzles.
Yoongi sighed, flinging his slender legs over the side of the bed and padding his way through the half-open doorway leading into the kitchen.
"What's up?" he asked, sidling into the chair opposite of Hoseok's. The redhead shook his head, sliding a piece of paper heavily marked with pencil and messy streaks of eraser dust. "I can't figure out what belongs to the fifth column, two rows over. All of the math patterns I've tried have fit perfectly up until that one particular number, and then it all goes to hell. I know you were a whizz at stuff like this when we were younger, how's about giving this a try?"
Yoongi shrugged. Though we wasn't exactly hungering for academic vigor, he'd done nothing of use except pour coffee since school let out. He turned the paper to face him, grabbing Hoseok's pencil in the process, and tried his best to absorb it all, every tidbit of information that might help him. He was good at that, memorizing numbers and facts; he soaked them up like a human sponge, and could hold them in his mind for a great deal of time.
He thought, the dulled eraser of Hoseok's pencil periodically tapping the rosy plush of his bottom lip as his eyes stayed glued to the puzzle.
Finally, he brought the tip of the pencil down to meet paper; he etched out a few characters in hazy graphite, crossing a few out periodically as he went. He could feel Hoseok's gaze on his bowed head, and he swallowed hard to repress a torrent of butterflies from finding their way into his stomach. It was a bit hard to put it together at first, what was relevant to what and how everything fell into place, but after about a minute he got into the rhythm of it and got to the point of putting everything together. By the time he finished his last pencil stroke, ending it with a flourish, Hoseok was staring at him, open-mouthed, blatantly astonished. He picked up the sheet of paper and scanned it, eyes widening a few millimeters as Yoongi's answers proved to be correct.
"Well shit," he mumbled at last, putting the puzzle back on the table. "I didn't think you'd solve the whole thing."
Yoongi gave him a thin-lipped smile, embarrassed.
"Why the fuck aren't you in college again?" Hoseok asked, shaking his head.
"...'Y'know, I really hate my parents," Yoongi said, eyes drifting down to the floor. "But oh well. There's no use in getting pissed off over things I can't change."
Hoseok bit his lip, then extended his arm, hand brushing over Yoongi's hunched shoulder.
"I could... I guess I could get you copies of my classwork and shit, if you want..." Hoseok's eyes wandered, pausing for a moment to study Yoongi's expression. "Oh, it's not difficult, don't worry."
"Well, if it's no trouble, then that would be great..."
