𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 || 𝐕𝐊 ✔

Twenty three : Hopeful

He was never good at multitasking. Like right now, chewing a mouth full of toast with his one hand holding a glass of milk and the other rummaging through the wooden desk to find the bunch of keys. He didn't lost it, it's somewhere there.

Now that he thinks, he was never good at punctuality too. At this point, he doesn't even know what he's good at.

The clock is ticking eight, he's supposed to be at work in sharp eight. But here he's late as usual.

He prefers to blame it on his sleeping schedule. He gets to bed at the right time but sleep seems to be on a vacation as it never shows up in his messed up mind. At the end when it finally blesses him with its presence it's already too late, maybe three or four in the morning.

"Come on, come on" He tries to encourage himself to find the keys. He needs to lock the door of his apartment for god's sake. Then catch a bus, which will take another hour probably.

He lets out a exasperated sigh when he finally found the keys under few scattered papers. He checked on his wrist watch.

8:30 am

"Shit! shit! shit!" His cursing trailed behind him as he hastily locked the apartment and dashed towards the elevator. He repeatedly pressed the buttons, no use.

After waiting a while which felt like eternity, the elevator door finally seems to open.

"Come on, speed the fu---FUN!"

He doesn't know how he managed to stop himself before cursing at the beautiful face of the man standing in front of him. It was a real struggle.

He doesn't know if hallucination had been one of his mental illness or the man from the housewarming party was really standing before him with those hazel eyes widened in utter surprise. Stupefied actually, at his unexpected fun of course.

He coughed out loud, stepping back with his hand swiping over his mouth, trying to clean any bits of bread crumbs left on his face. His eyes take in every light, darting at the two men time to time in a restless shock.

Multiple thoughts ran across his mind, Are they his neighbors? Do they live here? Shit! His impression! He was dressed like a homeless man!

What the hell are they even doing here!? As he was mentally yelling, yoongi and taehyung shared a look at each other. Quite concerned at his agitation.

They stepped out of the elevator and jungkook almost attempted to jump into it in a try to escape. They probably didn't recognize him. Good!

"Uh...could i have a word with you please?"

Jungkook stilled, he blinked. Once, twice. Then turned around, facing the man. The third man. Yoongi.

"Me?" His eyes slightly bulged when the man nodded his head.

He glanced to his sideways, towards the man his entire soul agrees to be the most beautiful one. He had a pleading face, almost requesting him to agree.

Jungkook gulped and looked down at his watch, long gone was his job. He raised his head with a sigh and nodded at yoongi.

"Thank you, we can go to your place" Yoongi mumbled very politely.

"My place? Why? Why my place?" Jungkook lifted his brow, "You can ask me anything...here"

Yes, here. In the middle of the hallway. Right in front of the elevator. But not in his room because he knows how shit of a hole it looks. There's no way he's taking them to his apartment. No way!

"Actually we wanted to talk, in a more comfortable space than the hallway" Yoongi had his ways to deny very politely.

Jungkook didn't wanted to grit his teeth. This man is way too stubborn. Who is he anyway? He does stand a little close to other. Are they...husbands?