☆ awake at night ☆

chapter 1

it's been a long night for yoongi,  and what he wants to do is sleep, preferably for the next fourteen to fifteen hours. what he doesn't want to do is provide answers to his roommate.

yoongi never gets what he wants.

'I can't believe ,' jin says, 'that someone ran over your foot with a motorcycle, and you didn't even stop to check their license plate number. and you walked all the way back.'

'believe it,' yoongi replies. please believe it, he thinks. he's too exhausted to come up with a better cover story and the truth is even harder to explain. jin stares at him critically for a minute and yoongi finds himself holding his breath. he drops his gaze finally and swats his leg with the ice pack.

'that was for getting run over. and not checking the licence plate. and didn't you think of taking a  cab, for fuck's sake?'

'sorry,' yoongi says, intensely relieved. seokjin works as an actor in this daytime soap, but sometimes he thinks he would be better off interrogating people for the fbi. he's usually kind and angelically sweet, but he can be pretty scary sometimes.

jin sniffs. 'apology accepted,' he says, and continues to press the now lukewarm icepack to his swollen toes. 'I just don't know why you get yourself hurt so often. If I wanted that in a roommate I would be living with namjoon.'

'speaking of namjoon, he says sorry about last time,' yoongi says through a yawn. (last time was the time namjoon made jin's new microwave explode).

'he better be,' jin growls, face contorting at the memory, ' and tell him if he ever comes over again he has to keep ten feet away from my kitchen at all times.' yoongi watches in fascination as his features slowly settle back to their usual tranquil and beautiful state. jin pulls both of his legs into his lap. 'did you at least get a a look at the guy's face?'

yoongi considers this. he did, kind of. it was pretty dark, but- 'he was short, and squishy, sort of. it would have looked cute if he wasn't so evil.'

jin laughs squeakily. 'you literally described yourself, yoongichi.'

yoongi splutters helplessly for a while. 'I'm not that short! and the joke's on you. you just called me cute.'

jin's ears redden and yoongi smirks triumphantly. 'do you remember anything about the guy? apart from cute, short and evil? like what kind of bike was it?'

'I don't remember,'  yoongi says. it feels like he's said that at least ten times already. yoongi isn't at all a good liar, which is annoying considering the kind of job he has. if you could call it a job.

jin, luckily, seems to not be at the top of his game tonight, and lets it go pretty quickly. 'Do you have any other injuries I should know about?'

'nope,' yoongi says. he tries to fake a yawn but it soon turns into a real one. 'hyung, I'm gonna get to bed now.'

'okay then,' jin says, attempting to pick him up, bridal style, but yoongi kicks him. and then yelps in pain because he used his bad foot.

'idiot,' jin mutters under his breath, carrying him to the bedroom and dumping him on the bed. 'did you gain weight or something? I can't seem to lift you as easily.'

'good, I don't want you to,' yoongi says tartly. he's gained weight in muscle. he's actually quite proud.

'don't lie, you love it,' jin says. he stares at yoongi, who is still lying on the bed at the weird angle at which he was dropped. 'do you need to be tucked in or what?'

'go away,' yoongi groans. jin stands in the doorway for a second and switches the light off. 

'goodnight,' he says softly, but yoongi is already half asleep.