Perplexing Simplicities

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Yoongi is laying sprawled across his couch. It's a grey couch. Nice, firm, and yet still supplies the perfect amount of comfort. Right now, this couch is just about the only thing in his life he can count on. So, he lies on the couch.

He just got a call from Jimin. A very eager Jimin who wants a very sad Yoongi to move on and try to date again and on any other day the very sad Yoongi would have just said no and hung up. But today. Today, moments before, the very sad Yoongi had tried to call the very perfect Hoseok who he thought had been desperately trying to reach him for days, and Hoseok hadn't picked up so, paired with rejection and Jimin's stupid voice in his head... Yoongi had said: yes.

And now the sad Yoongi is even sadder because... He's moving on.

And he doesn't want to.

The door slams open and Yoongi doesn't even twitch.

"You've got to be kidding me. YOONGI?"

Namjoon's voice rings in his ears and Yoongi vaguely feels the need to sit up but he also feels very numb so he just grunts.

He can hear as Namjoon comes to stand over him and he lets his eyes come to focus on the giant of a man who's glaring down at him.

"I have been trying to reach you all morning." Namjoon says firmly.

Yoongi hums and swats around for his phone. "I didn't get a call..." Yoongi eventually gives up on his phone and rolls over on his side so he can drag himself to a sitting position. He scrubs his face aggressively before turning to face Namjoon again. "What's up?"

Namjoon looks like he's about to yell again but finally just sighs and collapses into the couch. "Jin is planning the funeral."

"Oh."

They both sit in silence for a minute and then Namjoon continues.

"And I need to know when you're going to be done working on your song so that we can properly mark a date." Namjoon releases a long breath of air as he speaks, and as Yoongi looks over at him he thinks that he hasn't seen Namjoon looking this tired in a very long time.

"January fourth." Yoongi states, eyes tracing Namjoon's figure. "The song drops January fourth so I'll be free for a while after that."

He nods slowly and then almost immediately gets up again. "Okay. Thanks. I gotta..." He gestures tiredly to the door and Yoongi nods.

"I'll see ya around." Yoongi smiles at him before he leaves, but it fades the minute the door slides back into place.

"I have a date." He mutters into the empty apartment. "So, I won't be home for New Year's. If you were planning on doing something."

There's evidently no response so Yoongi sighs and finally heaves himself off the couch to go figure out what the hell he's going to wear tomorrow.

+ + +

Nothing.

Nothing could prepare Yoongi for the absolute thunderstorm of emotions that start to whirl around in his chest as he arrives at the restaurant. He's a little early, nerves were edging him on.

He takes a seat after assuming that the only other customers (a family of five and an elderly couple seemingly playing poker,) are probably not his date and mentally curses Jimin for not giving him any type of physical description so he can actually recognize the man he's supposed to meet. He makes a quick prayer that he doesn't end up getting kidnapped tonight.