The Mechanism of Life

𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴

𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨: 𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘎𝘰, 𝘑𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘳

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Yoongi strolled through the lobby. His eyes glancing aimlessly over to everyone and everything around him. His attention though was on the phone pressed next to his ear. Hoseok and Namjoon happily chirping away and filling in on everything that happened in the two to three hours that Yoongi was away. Surprisingly, a lot happened with them. But then again this time of the year, all the students were buzzing with activities. Summer internships, scholarships, activities. 

And right now, Hoseok and Namjoon were so close to fighting each on deciding who gets to fill in Yoongi with all the details. If Namjoon started first, Hoseok would butt in between and vice versa. And honestly, the raven head found it slightly amusing and relaxing. It was like his brain had decided that now, during the competition, would  be the perfect time to paint Yoongi's state with blues. Right now, his two friends clashing voices, did a little to keep his chain of thoughts in a civil manner. 

He frowned a little, looking down at his thumb. Having chewed it raw, and red without realizing. He was trying desperately to get rid of the habit, but without anything or anyone to distract him, he found himself going back to his habit over and over again. 

"Congrats." Yoongi mumbled, trying to sound as enthusiastic about it as he felt. But he doubted it worked. The words falling more lifelessly than the dead leaves Yoongi was currently staring at. He was genuinely happy as Hoseok and Namjoon collectively yelled into the phone that the dimpled boy had received an email from the professors on being chosen as the student council member. 

Suddenly, something happened that Yoongi couldn't quite catch and everything fell quite on the other side of the call. The raven head stopped and checked to make sure the call was still ongoing. 

"Hyung?" Hoseok's voice softly came. 

"Hmm?"

"Is everything okay?" Namjoon asked

"Yeah?" Yoongi realized that he replied not as a statement but more like a confusion, "I guess.."

"Are you sure, hyung?" Hoseok questioned. Even though in two different countries, Hoseok and Namjoon easily caught up on the slightest change in Yoongi's mood. Even though, Yoongi always spoke in a quite, almost monotonous voice while in call. 

"Hmm, yeah, don't worry." Yoongi tried to convince both himself and his friends, "Hyung's okay."

"If you say so hyung..." Namjoon mumbled. 

Yoongi looked up and saw that the elevator had opened up to the floor he was staying at. He walked out, fishing for the keys in his pockets. He had taken it just in case Jimin decided to head out after he was gone. Or lock him out, just for the sake of it. 

"Hyung, how's Jimin?" Hoseok asked, "Taehyung and Jungkook called saying that he wasn't picking up his phone. He had messaged them, but later on he wasn't picking up their call"

"I don't know, I'm heading back now." Yoongi answered. He knew Hoseok and Jimin's friend knew each other. Jungkook having sharing the dance classes with Hoseok. And because of him, Hoseok had made acquaintance with Taehyung and Jimin as well. 

He stopped in front of the door, inserting the key into the lock before turning it open and walking in. He took a heavy breath, rubbing his chest as he walked further inside. He frowned realizing the bedroom was empty. At that moment, he heard the bathroom room click open and an exhausted Jimin walk out. Jimin didn't say anything, not so much as acknowledge his presence, walking straight to the bedroom and plopping down on the bed.