Yoongi's mind had kept him in a constant state of mild panic for the past twenty four hours, an unhealthy amount of different scenarios pent up inside his brain, which might as well have been a brick of instant ramen at this point.
He was to pick up Maya from the airport tomorrow. Yoongi preferred to have a faint idea at the least of how situations like these were going to turn out, and he ultimately relied on his judgement of character to gauge social outcomes.
But he hadn't seen her in almost six years, and for all he knew, she could be a completely different person.
He remembered how her ochre eyes turned to honey in the sunlight, and how her eyelids were often adorably puffy when she was tired. Maya would always come to school in sweatpants and one of Yoongi's hoodies, which were always so big on her little frame.
He also recalled how fiery her temper could be, but how some of her sweet, loveable traits contrasted her flame so beautifully.
The problem was, this was the past, and he had no feelings attached to the memories of Maya anymore. Yoongi sighed in defeat, tapping his fingers against his thigh as he sat on the floor, back to the wall. I'm not interested anymore, it would be a problem if she still liked me.
Suddenly, Jungkook came into his view, running down the steps so fast he was practically stumbling.
"Hey, how'd it go?"
As the younger came closer Yoongi realised he'd started crying again, sniffling as he ran up to the older and collapsed into him, shoulders heaving.
"He... Hobi answered the door a-and he... he had a fucking hickey, Hyung—"
"Woah, slow down Jungkook." Yoongi pulled him back by his shoulders and looked him in the face. "Hobi had a hickey, so what?"
"It looked fresh, and he had messy hair as w-well, fuck I want to fucking die."
"That doesn't make much sense, JK." Yoongi said wearing a confused expression. "Jimin wouldn't do that."
"Wouldn't he?" Jungkook snapped, walking quickly towards the exit. "All my brain cells are fucking gone, I need a shot. Or ten."
Yoongi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Let's talk about it when we get back, okay?"
The younger stormed out into the cold street, arms crossed and a pout on his face like a toddler. Yoongi followed silently, knowing that he had to be very careful with what came out of his mouth next.
"Jungkook," He began, "Jimin isn't—"
"I don't want to hear his fucking name." Jungkook spat, eyes on the path ahead of him as he tried his best not to cry. "I just want to get drunk and fall asleep. That's all I want to do."
The older let out a heavy, tired sigh. He honestly wanted to do the same, but he couldn't, he had to look after Jungkook...
Ah, fuck it. It's what he wants.
"Let's stop by the liquor place on the way." Yoongi smiled as Jungkook turned to face him. "I have this shit you have to try."
The two boys bought a cache of booze and carried it back to Jungkook's place, the younger's mood seemingly lifted as he was talking and laughing and not thinking about Jimin for once.
They reached Jungkook's front door and as he went to grab his keys from his pocket, a ding came from his phone. He paused and checked the notification, shoulders sagging as soon as he saw the sender.
"It's from Jimin."
Yoongi let out a small sigh. "I think you should answer it. You need an explanation."
Today, 5:19pm
Jimin:
hey Kookie?
Jungkook:
yeah?
Jimin:
I wanted to thank you for the things you got me
Jimin:
my fat ass ate all the chocolate lol
Jungkook:
that's ok
Jimin:
I also wanted to apologise
Jimin:
I didn't give Hobi that hickey, if that's why you left. He's been my best friend for ages, and I'd never date him. Aaron gave it to him, not me
Jungkook:
ok
Jimin:
do you not believe me?
Jungkook:
no I do
Jungkook:
it makes enough sense
Jungkook:
I can't see him as your type
Jimin:
yeah u right lol
Jimin:
can I ask you something?
Jungkook:
go ahead
Jimin:
why did you not answer when I asked you if you were genuinely interested in me, then storm out?
Jungkook:
I don't know
Jimin:
what
Jungkook:
I just couldn't get the words out
Jimin:
well why don't you tell me now?
Jungkook:
...
Jungkook:
do you like me Hyung?
Jimin:
to be honest, yes
Jungkook:
how long have you liked me for?
Jimin:
idk... I guess it's always been there but I think it started to dwell on me a more when we reconnected a couple months ago
It's always been there, Jungkook grinned to himself, oh my god, this boy.
Jungkook:
alright
Jimin:
good enough answer?
Jungkook:
yeah
Jimin:
okay well
Jimin:
I've answered your questions sincerely, now answer mine
Jungkook:
well
Jungkook:
I do really like you
Jungkook:
I do really like yo|
Jungkook:
I do real|
Jungkook:
I d|
Jimin:
you've been typing for ages
Jimin:
what's going on in that brain of yours?
read 6:34pm
"How's it going?" A wet-haired Yoongi questioned as he emerged from the bathroom. "What did you say?"
Jungkook handed the phone to his hyung, who quickly skimmed through the texts before reaching the end.
"Aren't you going to answer him?" The older asked, giving the phone back.
"What am I meant to say, Hyung?" Jungkook held his head in his hands.
"Well, I think 'I like you too' would seem like a good thing to say."
"I'm too pussy." Jungkook breathed.
Yoongi laughed softly before bringing Jungkook's hands down from his face, looking him in the eyes. "Dude, if you leave him on read he's going to get so damn mad."
"I just want to forget about him for now." The younger walked over to the coffee table and picked up the TV remote.
"That's fair, but you have to face it sometime." Yoongi pulled two beers from the fridge and cracked them open before slumping down on the couch next to Jungkook.
The younger puffed his cheeks as he breathed out, overwhelmed but choosing to ignore it. "I'll tend to it tomorrow. Now, what do you want to watch? Anything on Netflix."
Yoongi was watching Jungkook scrolling through his homepage until his recently watched came up, and his eyes widened.
"YOU WATCH THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF SEOUL?"
The younger visibly tensed up. "I can't tell if you're excited or disgusted."
"Luna is such a fucking bitch I love her!" The older practically squealed, Jungkook's mouth agape as he finally witnessed the gay side of his hyung.
"I fucking know right?" His smile was as wide as Yoongi's now.
And so the boys threw on some slacks, cracked open some beers and did the manliest thing men could do.
Watch trashy reality television and enjoy it.