“Baby are you down, down, down? Dooowwwwnnn, Dooowwwnnn! The sky is falling down-” The words of the familiar English song drifted through Namjoon’s head and left his mouth. A semblance of rhythm could be heard, but the short figure at Namjoon’s side cut him off and prevented him from singing another verse.
“Shut the hell up!” The terse shout made Namjoon frown and turn to face his mint haired companion.
“How rude,” He began, speaking Korean again. A scowl was thrown his way and the tall blonde fell silent. The mint haired young man walking at his side breathed a sigh of relief, but the reprieve was short lived when Namjoon spoke again. “Do you not like English songs?” He asked with a considering look on his face, not noticing when his shorter companion fell behind. “I can sing-“
“I swear to god, if you sing another song, I will kill you and feed you to the zombies!” The pale youth shouted with vehemence. Namjoon immediately shut up and the shorter male gave him a wary glare, expecting the blonde to break into song and dance like one of the characters of a stupid musical.
‘Of all the people I’m stuck traveling with, why Yoongi hyung!?’ Namjoon thought as he internally cursed his fate, sulking at Yoongi’s side. He was good friends with Yoongi, having been forced into the friendship by his mother when the five year-old moved into the house next door to his twelve years ago. If he had a choice, Namjoon probably wouldn’t have ever associated himself with Yoongi, who was notorious for being bad tempered, foul mouthed, and an overall-
“Delinquent.” Namjoon said aloud, freezing when he realized that Yoongi was giving him the evil eye.
“What was that?” The shorter male asked, his tone nothing more than inquiring, but his eyes promising death if Namjoon said the wrong thing.
‘Shit,’ Namjoon thought as he stuttered out an excuse. Yoongi was known to have quite the temper, and after living side by side with the little angel for years, Namjoon was absolutely positive that Yoongi was bipolar. “Uhh…” Namjoon said aloud, sweating under the force of Yoongi’s glare. The blond sent a desperate glance around the area and he saw nothing but broken asphalt, abandoned cars, dirt, and-
“The sun!” Namjoon shouted in glee. Yoongi looked at the afternoon orb, squinting as he did so.
“What about the goddamn sun?” The mint haired youth asked in vexation. The strong rays of the sun were not forgiving on his pale skin and the young male was forced to decide between wearing a jacket or getting a sunburn. The jacket was the obvious choice, thought the late spring heat was getting to him.
Namjoon blinked and actually had the nerve to send Yoongi an ‘are you stupid’ look. The shorter male scoffed in disbelief, he practically invented that look, so who was Namjoon to use it against him?
“-is out, and its afternoon, so we would have been in school right about now.” Namjoon pointed out. Disinterested, Yoongi kept walking and barely spared the blonde a second glance as he kicked a pebble across the road.
“And since we’re not in school, we’re technically partaking in truancy, or juvenile delinquency.” Namjoon finished talking as he looked at Yoongi expectantly, who was still standing in one place.
The mint haired youth ignored the blonde and kicked another pebble, watching in satisfaction as the rock flew through the air and cracked the windshield of a fancy car. Yoongi hated pretentious things, and when he was in pre-school, he considered Kim Namjoon to be the king of all things pretentious.
“Hyung, were you even listening?” Namjoon whined and Yoongi gave him a deadpan stare. ‘Who knew I’d be stuck with the preppy, future president, son of a bastard Namjoon during the apocalypse?’ Yoongi thought to himself as he eyed the way the tall blond managed to trip over nothing and fall flat on his face. Needless to say, over the years, Yoongi found that pretentious was a word no one in the world would use to describe the blonde. Words that did describe him, however, consisted of stupid, clumsy, dorky, freakishly tall, talkative, cute-
