Unexpected Circumstances | Min Yoongi

VI

Yoongi

Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep! Beep beep beep!

I inhaled deeply, reaching over my pillow to grab my phone up from off of my nightstand. It was basically a morning stand at this point. I sat up creakily and then exhaled as I switched my alarm off, covers sliding gently down my torso. I stayed where I was for a second, trying to blink the tiredness out of my eyes, but knowing that it would never go away. At least not at this hour. It was six o'clock right now. I was getting up for school. Eventually. Most of the motivation I had for getting out of bed was the disgusting taste that formed in my mouth overnight. Strangely, it wasn't there right now, but I had to get up sometime.

I breathed in slowly again, but then let my breath out quickly. The air smelled like dust. I needed to get a humidifier or something. I lifted my hands to rub the insides of my eyes, then slowly moved them to scratch around the outside. My legs dragged over to the edge of my bed, feeling a tad bit ready to stand straight. After a couple of seconds, I finally managed to push myself up and onto my feet.

First things first, Yoongi, I reminded myself—much like I did every morning. Shower.

The first thing I had to do was shower. After that, I'd go downstairs to eat. The first first thing, though, was to get my clothes for the day. So that's what I'd do.

I trudged over to my closet with a sigh and lazily turned the knob, flinging the door open beside me. I examined my choices with an open mind. Maybe I'd wear the uniform on the right today instead of the uniform on the left. I mean, it didn't make a difference which one I chose, really, since they were all the same thing, but if the concepts of right and left were physical realities, then surely the right would feel bad for never being picked.

I pulled out the middle one—and neither side could blame me. I didn't even consider mentioning the middle in my argument, so he won by default.

I showered for about fifteen minutes and scrubbed at my head with my towel upon coming out, trying my best to get rid of all of the water in my hair. Then I went down the hallway again, back to my room where I started. There, I simply threw my pajamas on my bed and then turned back once more to head to the kitchen. I always enjoyed my trip down the stairs in the morning because my mom was always cooking something good. It wasn't ever for me, though, unfortunately—well, I take that back. Once in a while she'd have something for me, but, most of the time, I had to make my own food. She always told me I was old enough to do it myself, and I didn't disagree. Either way, though, the smell of eggs and bacon was enough to wake me up completely.

Tempted as I was to ask for some when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I decided some cereal and maybe a bagel on the way to school would fill me up enough. When my feet hit the ground floor, I strode right over to my destination in the cupboard to grab the cereal, then in the fridge to grab my milk, and finally to the table to mix it all together.

"Good morning honey," my mom called out to me from the stove, her back facing my direction.

"Morning," I responded back semi-quietly. I wasn't sure why, but saying good morning everyday bothered me. Same with goodnight. Maybe I didn't like redundant things.

I set my stuff down on the table and began opening the cap to the milk. I felt eyes on my back as soon as I got it off and couldn't refuse the urge to turn around. My eyes met with hers for a second, until, that is, hers trailed down to the table in front of me.

"Don't you need a bowl?"

Oh yeah. . .

I sighed at her valid point and my idiocy and then moved over to the cupboard next to her. I reached up to grab my last ingredient—bowl—closed the door, and slowly returned to my spot at the table, this time sitting down. I heard her laughing quietly at me as I dumped the cereal in and as I poured the milk in afterward. I was a pretty funny guy, as you could see, just not in the right way. I didn't know why she was laughing at me, though, until she came to the table with her own plate and placed a spoon down next to my bowl. I mentally slapped myself, except only lightly, because it was morning, so what did I expect?