Kitten ~ YoonSeok

(1) Fuck You

"What the fuck, 'Gi?" Hyunjoon stumbled down the corridor of their shared apartment. His tone was harsh.

"What, no good morning?" Yoongi droned, continuing to adjust settings on his digital camera. The clicking and whirring of buttons occupied his attention, before the sight of Hyunjoon tore his gaze away.

His roommate was adorned in a white towel hanging low around his hips, showcasing smooth, tan skin. His facial expression was creased in what could only be described as inconsolable rage. Yoongi chose to remain unbothered by both facts.

His brunette hair was tousled, sticking up at odd ends; an appearance pieced together by a restless sleep, lack of caffeine, and the need of a decent hairbrush. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles were a blistering white.

"You let Jungkook over again, didn't you?" he seethed.

"He has a spare key," Yoongi shrugged.

"Why in the ever loving fuck did you give Jungkook a spare key?" Hyunjoon was fuming now, visibly shaking with pure rage.

"Beats me," Yoongi deadpanned, once again turning his focus to the camera he was inspecting.

Sporting a 500mm lens, this baby was brand new, and Yoongi was- to put it lightly- completely and utterly in love. Her name was Kwan-Dae. (Yoongi looked it up- it meant strong and and great one). If Min Yoongi was to own a camera, it would be the best damn camera the world had ever seen.

It was his hyung, Seokjin, who suggested giving it a name.

"A name gives power," he had wisely recounted only last week, before proceeding to choke on the tea he attempted to egotistically slurp.

Yoongi rolled his eyes at the memory of Seokjin spluttering and coughing, pounding his fist to his chest frantically.

"Okay, firstly that's not true," a grinning Sunghyun  butted in. He lolled on the couch, arms cushioned behind his head in relaxation, a lazy, arrogant smirk besmirching his features. "You and I both know you gave Jungkook a spare key because you were too lazy to get up and answer the door every time he visited."

"Because he 'visits' like he lives here," Yoongi retorts, casting Sunghyun a seething glare. "Besides, none of you butt-wipes ever let in him."

"Why do you think that is?" Hyunjoon fumes, vivid green eyes piercing through Yoongi. 

Yoongi remains unfazed.

Hyunjoon did have a point, though. Jungkook held a track record of pissing off the tenants of this apartment almost every time he paid a visit. Mainly, of course, Yoongi's half-naked dongsaeng who was standing in the living room with only a towel at this very moment.

Yoongi had his suspicions this was the fault of the trouble-seeking maknae as well.

The first time Jungkook came over was when he brought his best friend Taehyung as well. The two had been peas in a pod "since forever", as Taehyung gushed often. However, the pair had a certain fault. Whenever they were together, trouble would follow. As did what occurred the day Yoongi rolled off his sofa crease to open the door and let in the winds of hell. Correct to: Jungkook and Taehyung.

It's important to mention that on this very day, Hyunjoon had just bought a new television for the apartment, as the old one was past saving. Also that Taehyung had brought a soccer ball. No, he didn't play soccer. Why did he bring it then, you ask? 

Who the fuck knows.

Not even a full minute after stepping inside, the ball met Taehyung's foot, and he punted it to Jungkook. The black and white splotched sphere went airborne, and zoomed to the left of Jungkook. Jungkook, who never missed a mark, catapulted towards the ball and went flying onto the coffee table with the ball tucked to his chest. He landed with a grunt, but no broken bones.