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fifty-two

September 1st - 7:15 a.m.

He was supposed to be meeting at the studio with Jimin and the rest of the staff by eight o'clock, as that was the scheduled time to leave for the photoshoot location.

It took around forty minutes to drive to that studio.

And Yoongi was just now arriving at the front door to Jungkook's house, regretting not setting multiple alarms, and also not telling Jungkook about this sooner, just because he wanted it to be a surprise. But now he wished he would have told Jungkook, and that the boy would be rushing out of his house the moment Yoongi pulled up with his car.

Alas, this was his mistake and he had to manage it.

Jungkook hadn't answered his text from earlier. Standing anxiously now at the door, Yoongi took out his phone again as he tapped his foot aggressively against the ground.

sugamint
jungkook please answer the door
i really don't wanna knock and wake your mom in case she's sleeping

kookerator
yoongi are you outside??

sugamint
yes oh my gosh please open the door

He didn't want to make the boy panicked, but at the same time, he also really did not want to be late. So he shoved his phone in his pocket and waited impatiently for the door to be opened.

Thankfully, it took but a minute. And Jungkook stood there in his plaid pajamas, bedhead, and puffy cheeks that all pointed to the fact he had just woken up. In his hasty, unsettled state, Yoongi grabbed the boy by the wrist and pulled him in for a hug that lasted all of two seconds.

"Happy birthday, Jungkook, I'm so sorry about this."

The boy just remained still, stunned, and stared at the older with clear befuddlement. "Are you...getting ready to leave for the photo shoot now-?"

"I am, and I don't have a lot of time," Yoongi blurted, shaky hand tousling his own hair as a result of his nerves. "Go get dressed, now, we have to-" He stopped himself suddenly at the remembrance of one little detail. "Crap, no, I forgot, your tradition with your mom-"

As Yoongi once again went through the process of regretting his actions - rather, the lack thereof - Jungkook bolted back inside faster than either of them could blink, causing the older to nearly jump out of his skin. He stared at the door as though it would give him answers.

"...Jungkook?"

The boy couldn't hear him. He was already racing up the staircase like his life depended on it.

Soon he heard yelling from inside the house.

"Mom???"

"I'm getting a shower, Kookie, what is it??"

"I'm hanging out with a friend today, can we go to breakfast tomorrow???"

"I'll be a little sad, but if that's what you want to do, Kookie, it's your birthday, sweetie!"

"Sorry! Love you!!"

"Love you, too!"

He bit back a smile. It was reassuring to know they got along so well. If the one person Jungkook lived with treated him badly, Yoongi didn't know how he could deal with that.

Seconds after the yelling exchange was over, Yoongi heard a door slam. Then there was dead silence, save for the faint, somewhat distant sound of running water. He waited - still, tapping his foot anxiously as he checked the time on his phone over and over.