[maybe] yoonkook

Two

Min Yoongi: Seven Thirty in the morning

Yoongi had a hangover from the night before. His stomach hurt, and he had a major headache. He groaned. He really did not want to get up.

Yoongi sat up in his bed. He immediatly mummbled "Not today, Satan." He walked over to his bathroom and opened the side mirror.

He took three painkillers. Today Yoongi had basketball tryouts. Having a headache like his would not help. Yoongi--being the lazy little fuck he is--only put on black ripped jeans--extremely rippped jeans--and a white sweater.

Litterally nothing was underneath, but Yoongi didn't care. He stood in front of his mirror and saw his tattoo on the left thigh.

Yoongi will most likely be dress coded. 'Fuck it' he thought. It woulded be the first time. To be completely honest it wouldn't be the last time either.

It was only the middle of winter in his sophomore year. He layed back down in his comfortable bed. 'Seven thirty, huh? First period has already started' he chuckled. After about 8 minutes of laying in his wonderful bed, he sat up and grabbed his backpack that was sitting on the floor from the night before.

"Goodbye, Yoongi!" Mrs. Min yelled from the kitchen. As he was walking out the door, Yoongi yelled "Bye, mom!" 

Yoongi quietly walked down the sidewalk. As he was mumbling, more like complaining, to himself he heard a tiny voice screaming "Goodbye, Noona!"