art exhibit//taekook

11.

"Wake up, fucker!"
"Hoseok stop being a bitch to your friends."

There was an intense pain that rose up through my back as I felt something dig into my skin.

"Oh my god, get off, get off, your elbow is too sharp." I almost screamed.
"Oh, sorry. Yoongi distracted me."
"Yoongi?-"

Instinctively, I shot up to see a young male with mint green hair and piercing, feline eyes leaning against my doorframe. It couldn't be.
"Wait... J-Jungkook???" The boy standing at the doorway walked slowly towards me and traced his eyes around my entire face.
"W-wh- Hoseok how the fuck do you know one of my highschool best friends??" Yoongi gasped.
"Wait, you guys know eachother?"
"Yeah!" I stood up, only wearing  my striped pyjama bottoms, just to hug Yoongi.
"Woah there, you've been going to the gym, huh?" He muttered while he looked down at my chest as I pulled away.
"Pervert. Anyway, how's life?"
"Guess I better go before I hear your wholeass autobiographies."
Yoongi chuckled softly as Hoseok left the room to go to the kitchen.
"So, you still doing music?" I asked, smiling brightly.
"Yeah. I figured it's like the only thing I'm good at so I'm studying music production and all that jazz at college. You?"
"Kind of, I mean I still try to make music. I really like my friend's music so I got inspired."
"You still make music? We can continue our highschool duo! Remember when I'd make backing tracks without vocals so you could sing over them in random school concerts?"
"Oh my god, remember when I tried singing in English." I said, making a disgusted face.
"It was cute, don't worry."
"Okay but remember that one iconic beanie you'd wear every day. Everyone thought you were emo."
"Wait what? Even though I played Beethoven piano sonatas twenty-four seven? They thought I was a fucking em-"
"Beethoven IS emo and you know that-"
"Guys! Want to go out for lunch?"
"Calm down Hoseok it's only like... twelve."
"Okay but come to the living room I feel like a third-wheel."
I slid out of bed, fidgeting with my hair out of habit as I walked out of my bedroom and into the living room behind Yoongi. Without turning back, he started speaking again.
"So, you never told me who your friend who makes good music was."
"What?"
"You said you were inspire-"
"Oh yeah! Yeah, his name is Namjoon. He's also taking music production and dude, I bet you he will become one of the most famous producers one day. I bet you! Isn't it, Hobi?"
"Yeah Namjoon's pretty sick."
"I want to meet him now." Yoongi muttered, his face hinting awe.
"Don't worry, I'll introduce you two. Anyway, what have you been up to other than music?"
"Oh... uh. Well, I work at a club and just do work. I mean. I have a girlfriend now, too."
"Oh, woah, Min Yoongi, the introverted musical emo has a lover? Is she actually real?"
"Shut up, brat. She's cute and makes good food. And she lets me sleep without waking me up like you bitches." 
Hoseok turned around from the kitchen counter to add into the conversation.
"It's true, her cooking skills make me wish I met her before Yoongi."
Yoongi looked both proud and weirded out at that.
"Yoongi don't worry I literally only said that cause her food was great. She's not my type, idiot."
"Oh, is she not good enough?"
"Just shut up and be a good boy." Hoseok chuckled.
"Yoongi?" I faced him again.
"Yeah?"
"Why did you leave everyone?"