For what it's worth || Sope

Mental mission

A harsh ad from a video interrupted Yoongi's recovery, also causing his head great trouble as the hangover took its toll.

Hobi stirred on the small two seater couch just beside the unfamiliar bed Yoongi observed.

The room was far different from Yoongi's, very well put together and a perfect middle ground between darkness the light, fairy lights dangling in various parts of the room.

Yoongi quietly glanced at Hoseok, who sat nearly dozing off with his computer playing lofi in his lap.

As Yoongles went to stand up, his throbbing head pulled him back.

He took a moment before he powered through and got up anyways.

Hobi hadn't heard, as he was busy digging through the tunes of the calming radio he listened to.

Yoongi had walked past when Hobi noticed his presence.

Hobi took a moment to realize Yoongi was most likely in pain, therefore he hopped up and sat his computer down delicately without taking his eyes of his boyfriend.

Before Hobi knew it Yoongi was out the door, leaving no trace.

His keys were gone, and Hobi assumed he hid the extra pair or took them too.

Yoongi didn't like being taken care of, and Hobi never agreed with this power trip.

Hoseok quickly shuffled out the door and after Yoongles as the cold wind picked up and ruffled his messy hair.

By the time Hobi had reached the homeowner parking, he had seen Yoongi pull out and blend with the rest of Korea traffic.

Hobi was beyond pissed off, he should have acted faster, or seen this coming; Lala land had unfortunately taken over.

|| Yoongi ||

As the door shut behind him abruptly, Yoongi made his way to the kitchen and paced himself for a moment, the banging in his head crippling him in a way.

He sloppily stepped just within reach to the door, locking and latching it shut.

He soon found himself rummaging through the fridge for coconut milk.

He grabbed a few grapes aswell.

Soon he was laying down, trying so hard to fall asleep as he cuddled Lucifer and Zo.

Lucifer and Zo were sleeping, leaving Yoongi envious and annoyed that he couldn't do the same.

A constant dinging interrupted Yoongi's downtime, and he finally opened his phone to see the endless texts.

He had remembered he had to get the mail as well, but he was nervous that Hoseok would get into the house while he was out.

He worked up the courage to get up and go grab the mail.

His trotting pace led him out of the house and down the way to his mailboxes.

He constantly glanced over to his door as he rumadged through the mailbox, grabbing bills and newspapers.

He trotted back to the door, each tap of his feet shooting pain into his brain.

He sloppily got inside his home again, tossing the papers onto the counter, then spinning back around to secure the door.

He had found the entirety of the situation to be overly tedious.

The shuffling of of something in the kitchen interrupted his thoughts.

He reluctant investigated and became face to face with Hoseok.

"You hardly have any food."

Yoongi sighed, knowing a lecture was soon to come.

"Here, I'm heading out to get some food for you."

"No the fuck you're not."

Hoseok sighed in an annoyed way.

"Min Yoongi now isn't the time for your bullshit."

"I told you I don't like stuff like this, but OF COURSE as if I'm queue you just HAVE to fucking do it."

Hobi disregarded this tone, knowing Yoongi's head was pounding.

"I'll be back in 15."

"No you won't. You will not bring some bullshit I don't need."

"Jesus Christ, please just let me help you."

"No, I already helped myself."

Hobi watched the physical pain Yoongi was in weaken his movements.

"Go lie down, take a rest. I'll be back. Love you."

Yoongi knew the term "love you" was Hoseok's attempt at getting Yoongi to drop it, but it only lit the flame.

"What did I JUST FUCKING SAY?!"

Hoseok tried so hard to stay calm, knowing any loud noise was causing Yoongi unreasonable suffering.

"Just please-"

"Why can't you trust me or anyone I'm around? I'm not a fucking child and I DONT NEED HELP!"

"Jesus father FUCKING CHRIST, YOONGI JUST FOR ONE FUCKING DAY CAN I HELP YOU AND MAKE YOU FEEL OKAY EVEN IF ITS JUST FOR ONE FUCKING HOUR? JUST FOR A DAY I JUST WANT TO MAKE YOU FEEL ALRIGHT BUT YOU WONT LET ME AND I JUST DONT GET IT!! LET ME HELP!"

Hoseok grabbed keys and stormed out the door, intentions on still buying Yoongi food.

Yoongi on the other hand was even more of a wreck then usual.

Recent months had been proving difficult to his mental state.

He didn't know who to trust, who to not trust, but he knew one person was okay.

Jung Hoseok.

And he just pissed him off.

Yoongi watched the four walls crumbling around him, each barrier of "you'll be alright" falling fast, like a castle during a war.

Yoongi knew the war was coming to an end soon, and the endless question he always asked himself had just become clear.

He had one last thing to do before the answer was put into action.

He grabbed a pen and note pad and began writing.

Once he finished, he tucked it under his milk carton in the fridge, since milk was his favourite.

He grabbed his car keys, a pocket knife, and his wits, then headed out the door.

He arrived to his car, twinkles of raindrops hitting his rooftop and decorating his hoodie.

He climbed into the car and sat for a moment.

Min Yoongi; all this time, all these questions, everything about you, could be resolved in doing this final life mission.

When you get Jin Woo back, and into safe hands, will you be ready?

Are you ready?

Is anyone ready?

You better hope so, time is not on your side, the clock has begun to tick.

Hi dads so basically I know I said I was gonna update tomorrow like.. a week ago but hear me out.

Basically; I can't really explain why I didn't upload in way that makes sense but I can say I was a bit scared to upload cause as you can clearly tell I was having some sort of writer's block and I just had such a dull mindset for a certain reason I'm not gonna say but yeah.

I will try to upload more it's just that I have a lot going on mentally and other stuff so it's just not super easy right now but I'll try to post kthxbai

And remember kids, a cantaloupe is not bigger than most lampshades.

AND AS ALWAYS SORRY FOR TYPOS IM TOO TIRED TO LOOK THROUGH THIS RN