Perplexing Simplicities

episode⑰

The day at the studio went by fairly quickly. Yoongi worked with Ateez a bit before he decided to leave, Hoseok was set after all and he didn't really have a reason to stick around while the idols danced with him.

He was just gathering his things when he decided to stop by the practice room and see how things were going.

The room was kind of dark when he looked inside but as he opened the door, he could see dim rainbow lights start to flash.

The flashing lights matched the swaying and pulsing of the music perfectly and it was kind of mesmerizing.

But nowhere near as mesmerizing as Jung Hoseok. Yoongi could barely give his eyes the chance to sweep over the other people in the room before they were glued indefinitely on the man at the far end of it.

He wasn't even dancing, just swaying to the music and walking around the room, giving pointers and hyping up the boys as they did their choreography. But something about the way he moved, the way he watched them and demonstrated for them, how he got lost in the music every once in a while, and how he couldn't look more... centered. Like the room, and the moment was made just for him. That was what captured Yoongi.

It took a long time before the music changed and the lights stopped and Yoongi could realize he'd just spent something like 5 straight minutes staring at Hoseok. Shit.

He really didn't want to think about it so he quickly pulled his head away and mentally brushed himself off before continuing to walk away.

He was halfway out the doors when his phone rang.

'Dad.'

Damn.

He could ignore it. But he didn't really want to. He didn't want to answer it either but, he felt like it was important he did.

He took a few deep breaths and sat down on a bench before accepting the call.

"Yoongi? It's your father."

Yoongi rolled his eyes slightly. Seems old people still couldn't grasp the concept of Caller ID.

"I know dad. What's going on?"

His father was quiet for a moment. "You sound stressed is everything okay at work?"

Yoongi kicked his feet together in thought. "Yeah. Nothing new, just working hard."

His dad coughed on the other side of the phone. "Still music?"

"Yeah. Still music."

He was quiet for a long moment of disappointed silence.

"And your health?"

"Fine. You? Is mom okay?"

"She's fine. You know your mother." More quiet. "I have a doctor's appointment to get a scan on my leg, I've been having pain there for a while now."

Yoongi nodded slowly to himself. "Okay. Let me know how it goes."

His dad nodded but he couldn't see. "I will. You should get back to work now son. I'll have your mother call sometime."

Yoongi pursed his lips. "You don't have to bother her, I'm sure she's busy."

His dad sniffed stiffly but agreed. "Alright. Take care."

"You too."

Yoongi sat back on the bench, glaring at his phone, utterly drained. Funny how talking could do that to you, wear you out and leave you so empty. He hated it. It was nothing new but god he hated it. That's what his whole childhood had been. Just feeling so empty. That's why he'd moved away, as fast as he could and as far as he could.