UGH! / SOPE & VMIN.

SIX, A CERTAIN ROMANCE.

A CERTAIN ROMANCE.

     "HE AIN'T HERE no more, already told you, ya fuckin' chubby coon—"

the line goes dead. yoongi makes a face of indignation and places the receiver next onto the phone, hoping no more calls come through. god, being the brother of the local drug dealer really makes your phone blow up like you're the hottest card in town. yoongi thinks it's karma. he never really treated his family right.

sighing, he picks his weary bag of bones up from the sofa where he's been 'resting' ( read: getting high and laughing at the news, the shitshow of the world as it is ) for the past hour. it's not the right time to go out yet, and he blew jimin off for coming over today, but goddamn, the ravenette would actually be a blessing right now.

yoongi isn't really a social butterfly. he's more an antisocial caterpillar. he makes most of his friends via sex, actually, which he supposes may be gross and weird; he's slept with both namjoon and taehyung, more than once, and they're still best mates. jimin is someone that yoongi won't sleep with, though, because that boy is far too dominant, from what he hears, and then after you're finished, he goes all pervy and draws you. how fucked up is he? ( still jaw-droppingly gorgeous, though ).

sighing, yoongi walks to the kitchen, full of munchies. there's a box of weetabix in his cupboard, and not much else. it's eleven a.m on a thursday, and he's drunk maybe three cups of coffee and smoked a small baggie of weed. maybe he needs company. he pours milk over his miserable cereal, takes it into the living room, places it on the coffee table to be forgotten about, and grabs his guitar.

yoongi dabbles in music, he likes to learn his songs he plays to death on his tape player, so he bought this guitar for five notes down at the charity shop, and taught himself the basics, the ins and outs of what made mick jagger famous, of what jimi hendrix is renowned for.

his fingers find the rhythm of ac/dc's rock n rolla rage, strumming out the opening chords to highway to hell, 'cause this rocker knows queen and ac/dc songs better than hymn books ( yoongi never did spend much time in church after his mum fucked off anyway ). the tattoo on his bicep moves and warps as he strums and begins to sing the lyrics he's tattooed onto the malleable pink tissue of his brain, voice hoarse and rough from misuse. "isn't easy, living free..."

he's getting to the chorus when his lipstick red seventies curly chord phone decides to scream and rattle like yoongi's brother trying to wake him up after an all night binge at fifteen, making him curse and put the guitar down, grabbing the receiver with gritted teeth. "fuckin' what?" he almost growls, pissed off that his so-called hymns were interrupted.

"woah, there, eye of the tiger, kool and the gang it," it's jimin, yoongi's personal pain in the ass. "how's it hangin', 'gi?"

"well, you just interrupted me playing ac/dc while my weetabix goes soggy, 'min, so not good," yoongi chuckles dryly, picking at the cuticles of his left hand as he shoves the phone between his ear and shoulder. "what d'you want, bell-end¹? 'cause if it's a fuck, you knows the answer. same goes for weed."

"you think so little of me," jimin chuckles, his upper london accent so refined next to yoongi's messy northern dialect. "i just wanted to come round, 'cause, like, 'm going out later right, and i want a wingman. and also to get pissed before i head out."

yoongi rolls his eyes so hard it hurts; he was right, jimin only calls when he wants something. he sighs, smiles, and nods. he needs the company. "yeah, come over, prick. door's open. see you in five."

jimin lives ten minutes away, but because he's pretty taxi drivers stop for him, and he gets there quicker than yoongi expects. he shows up at yoongi's door in a hideously amazing outfit, leaning on the doorframe like some cheesy movie chick in lingerie, a cigarette between his lips, and his black hair mussed up. yoongi grins cheekily, letting him in without a word, smacking his arse cheekily as he walks by. jimin just chuckles deeply, rolling his dark eyes.

"so, where's this party at then?" yoongi asks, watching jimin make himself at home, legs open as he sits on the sofa, skinny levi's so tight yoongi has trouble not looking at the evident outline of jimin's 'crown jewels', as he calls them. jimin lights his cigarette, waiting for yoongi to sit down.

"right, so," he breathes out the smoke, and inhales it back in through his nostrils ( something practiced in front of the mirror so he doesn't fuck it up ). "a mate's boyfriend's mate has got her mate's apartment for the night, down in bromley, and she's throwing a huge party tonight. there's gonna be coke, e's, mdma, weed — everything under the sun, baby."

yoongi rolls his eyes. this is jimin's thing, these parties with cocaine sniffing undertones, weed smoke clouding an atmosphere soundtracked by sioxsie and the banshees¹ and the sex pistols ( god save the queen, as long as 'queen' means freddie mercury & co ). the parties where he, in his leopard print coat and his cock-revealing jeans, looking like a rich pimp from a tarantino movie, will get his tongue down the throat of some poor boy or girl with pupils blown into galaxias — the cocaine addict look of the season. jimin will fuck someone in the bathroom while yoongi's just looking for hash that isn't spiked with dodgy shit.

"yeah, i'll go."

he always caves in the end. maybe it's jimin's persuasiveness.

"the prodigal stoner returns!" jimin laughs, a large amount of smoke pouring from his lips. he crosses his legs, oozing confidence and seduction. yoongi smiles and rummages under his pillow for his baccy tin, opening it to remove a box of cigarettes. he's not in the mood for weed, but nicotine'll do him just fine. jimin stands from the sofa and goes into the kitchen, yoongi gazing after him with marijuana eyes.

"got any booze?" jimin asks, but his head's already in yoongi's fridge, ringed fingers ungracefully shoved down the back of his keks to scratch his arse. yoongi rolls his eyes, his pupils catching on jimin's rose tattoo on the back of his hand.

"'ve got red wine — it's shit, tho' — and maybe some larger or sommat. dunno, 'ave a look." yoongi lights the cigarette, laying back to stare at the ceiling. his outfit is very working class useless twenty year old with nothing to do; a sleeveless and stained blondie shirt, loose blue jeans from the hippie era, and socks that are more hole than fabric, with a bandana lazily tying his messy, rockstar mick jagger wannabe hair back from his face.

"this is all there is," jimin emerges from the kitchen with a bottle of shit red wine ( sticky and gross and yoongi's no good when he's wine drunk ), two mugs in hand. "it'll 'ave to do."

"'aven't you got fuckin' booze at your own place?" yoongi asks, no true malice in his voice, and jimin just says fuck off and tells him to shove over, sitting down beside him and pouring the wine into yoongi's chipped and stained mugs.

"i don't even like red wine, me," yoongi comments, sipping at the rich-yet-shit booze. "just makes me wanna cry. 'nd it'll fuck us right up if we wanna drink larger later."

"why?" jimin asks, licking the wine off his lips. yoongi scoffs.

"what, you dunno? 'beer before wine, makes you feel fine. wine before beer makes you feel queer'."

jimin laughs. "i feel plenty queer, me. biggest queen on the block, i am."

"not like that, you pillock³," yoongi does laugh, although jimin's an idiot. "it means that wine before beer makes you sick. and i just know you'll be mixing all sorts o' shit in bromley, don' even try to fool me."

"yeah yeah, whatevs," jimin rolls his pretty eyes. "'s long as i'm having fun, you miserable sod."

yoongi just laughs.

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written – 280119

BRIT VOCAB
¹bell-end: cock/dickhead
²sioxsie and the banshees: a goth/punk band from the 80s (they're great i recommend)
³pillock: weirdly enough idk the exact meaning of this but it just means like idiot or stupid or smth 🤷

AUTHORS NOTE
hi hi hi 😊 hows u doing ?? do u like ???

i went to my first concert nearly two weeks ago and i'm so SAD i wanna go back :( IT WAS AMAZING && ONE OF THE GUYS TOUCHED MY HAND 😭 i miss them

i hope ur liking this so far && don't worry cause sope will appear i promise :] now i'm gonna go cry over namjoon my beautiful man pls send me pics of him on instagram ( @/cheetahyunjin ) i'll love u forever

i love u all !!!!

— love, jace