UGH! / SOPE & VMIN.

TWENTY THREE, GET OUTTA MY HEAD.

GET OUTTA MY HEAD.

   SEOKJIN GETS OUT of the hospital after two days, aching and bruised. jeongguk stayed with him the whole time; two days of sleeping cramped up on a chair, of watching seokjin cry whenever his wounds hurt, just from sitting up and trying to eat the hospital food. two days of visits from maxxie where jeongguk would leave and chat to angel on the hospital payphone because he just can't stand seeing them both so in love.

on the morning of the day that seokjin gets out of hospital, hoseok calls the phone in menswear, which jeongguk picks up. he's been taking care of the bar since last night, tidying it up for seokjin, he knows it's his pride and joy, and that maxxie's been in too much of a state to clean properly. the phone rattles in it's receiver and jeongguk stops scrubbing down the bar to answer it, propping it between his shoulder and ear. "menswear pub and nightclub, what can i do for ya?"

"alright gguk, it's me," hoseok's rough, cigarette scarred voice rings through the phone, and jeongguk scoffs. "y'alright?"

"'m alright, yeah, considerin', well, everything," jeongguk sighs softly, hoisting himself up to sit on the bar, one hand searching for his cigarettes in his leather jacket pocket. "what d'ya want?"

"you always assume i want somethin' gguk, it's a bit annoying," hoseok laughs softly. "anyway, punk rocky's tomorrow, right?"

"yeah, but jin can't play," jeongguk says, cigarette between his teeth. "he's in a bad shape, hobi."

"already sorted that, got us a bassist, he just needs to learn the songs. 'm calling a practice today, get your drums ready. i'll be there in ten minutes."

jeongguk sighs. he's really not in the mood for playing, especially not at a festival; his head's been fucking him over, the last few days, making him spiral downwards, sleepless nights in that creepy and fucking cold hospital, wondering why his heart is behaving oddly. he needs a shag, he reckons. maybe he'll go out on the pull¹ tonight. he pinches the bridge of his nose and inhales. "yeah, alright, see you in ten."

he puts the phone down and sighs, heading to the old jukebox to find some music. it'll distract him from his brain, something upbeat and fun, so an old abba song seems to be the solution, the swedish stars making him dance despite his supposed hate of disco. super trooper plays while he mixes hot water and bleach and starts to mop the floor, the chemical smell mingling with the cigarette smoke spouting from his lips. his drums and all their band equipment is in the dingy basement of the pub, which is where he supposes he'll be spending most of the day — brilliant, just what he wants, to hang around hoseok and whatever twat he's found to substitute jin, just brilliant.

maxxie calls after he finishes mopping to tell him that he and seokjin are gonna be at home all day ( clearly he's playing nurse, and maybe jeongguk wants to be the one taking care of seokjin, but that's nothing big ), so jeongguk tells him to send seokjin his love which is just what you do when someone's hurt or ill, it means nothing, right? absolutely nothing... ( oh but maybe it meant more when he said it ). then there's just time to switch the music off and wait for hoseok, reading the newest edition of NME that the postman pushed through the mail slot.

he's halfway through a review of the newest the police album ( quite terribly written honestly, and the album isn't that bad ) when hoseok busts through the door, looking as proud as a dog with two dicks, arms outstretched and little red veins peppering his eyes, wearing his favourite denim jacket.

"oi oi saveloy!" he yells, and he's a lot happier than jeongguk's seen him for a while, all beaming smiles and victory grins. oh man, he's definitely gotten some dick.

"oi oi," jeongguk says, forcing a smile onto his tired face, spotting the guy hoseok bought with him walk in behind the lead singer. he vaguely recognises him from that day that hoseok was fucking enraged, some short dude with long black hair, disheveled, in a red and black flannel and tattered jeans, black doc marten boots on his feet, a cigarette clamped in his teeth and a very sexy looking red bass on his back.