District Unknown | BTS ✓

twenty six

{a 'lame' outing}

The small ding of a text message coming through was enough to wake Yoongi from his sleep. The morning light trickled in through the blinds, and his eyes were still shut as he soaked in the warmth of his covers before letting his eyes meet the sun's rays. 

But then he scoffed, rolling over in his blanket as the sunlight hissed at his face. His disheveled bright blonde hair was scattered across his pillow, and every breath he drew in smelt faintly of printing ink. Yoongi was quick to fall into discomfort as he glanced around the room, he noticed the messy assortment of notebooks, freshly sharpened pencils and papers of tattoo designs before he realised he had slept in the tattoo parlour. 

Slowly but surely, he pushed himself up from the lounge. Thankfully he didn't have to sleep in the common area of the store seeing as he already had a couch in his studio. He let his feet hit the cool floor, a winter chill biting at his skin as he shivered. He didn't want to get up, but the bright screen of his phone across the room on his desk teased him with the time of 10am and he harshly rubbed at his eyes with his palms, yawning only gently as to not. 

He felt like a mess in the mornings, so thankfully he had nobody to share this moment with. 

Shuffling over to the desk, he picked up his phone, entering his passcode as he checked his messages. He rose a brow as he noticed the text was from Namjoon, a single image of a whiteboard filled with colourful writing being the only message. 

"Gosh, am I supposed to read all of this crap?" he muttered to himself, running a hand through his bed hair as he pressed on the message, pinching against the screen to enlarge the image. 

His eyes were quick to flicker over the colourful writing, quickly getting the gist of things. Namjoon, Hoseok and Seokjin had obviously begun to come up with a reasonable plan for the banquet in two months time, one that involved everyone from both Bangtan and District Unknown. The plan appeared brief, so Yoongi didn't put too much thought into it, he wouldn't consider it the actual plan until Namjoon spoke to him directly. 

But none-the-less, "I should probably tell Jimin." he sighed, slipping his phone into his pocket as he turned on his feet. 

Yoongi grabbed a large grey sweater, pulling it over his head before he left his studio and entered into the hallway. He dragged his feet towards Jimin's studio, his drowsiness still not leaving him as he reached the door. 

He rose a fist to knock, but flinched, pausing as he heard something through the door. Frowning, Yoongi rested his ear against the wood, jerking back once the volume was turned up. He couldn't help but roll his eyes as music blasted from Jimin's room, and Yoongi knew for a fact that this was Jimin's coping mechanism for when he was upset. 

He groaned, wrapping a hand around the door handle as he drew in a deep breath, "Jimin?" 

No answer.

He let out a sigh, "Jimin i'm coming in." he announced, slowly opening the door. 

He couldn't help it, Yoongi's expression always softened at the sight of Jimin upset. Huddled in a pile of pillows and blankets on the lounge was Jimin, his head in his knees as he sobbed. His orange hair was a mess, the tuffs poking in all different directions as his shoulders shook. 

Pursing his lips Yoongi took a step forwards, and this time, Jimin noticed his presence. The younger male's head shot up, eyes red and puffy before he rubbed at them. He was quick to jump up from the lounge, switching the radio off as he continued to wipe at his face, "Oh hey Yoongi, what's up?" he sniffled, trying his god darn best to hide his breakdown.