Hoseok
make sure to get some rest b4 tmrws game :D
Hoseok hesitantly pressed the 'send' button, before digging his face into a nearby pillow laying on his bed. Until Yoongi responded, he gently rocked himself on the bed waiting for a reply as stress eased upon him.
Every morning when Hoseok happened to pass Yoongi in the halls at school, he couldn't help but notice how exhausted the boy looked. With shaggy and messy hair, dark circles under his eyes, constant stumbling as he walked, and even the clothes he wore gave away clues that Yoongi had fallen into a black hole of distress.
Usually, he would either wear jeans with a decent crew neck or shirt of some sort, with neatly swept back hair and an overall clean appearance. But, in the last few days, Yoongi wore his glasses that Hoseok had never even seen before, with sweatpants and a hoodie.
That alone obviously didn't mean a lot, but it was his attitude, slurred speech, and persistent spacing out. Several times during their sixth period class, Hoseok would have to poke Yoongi with a pen or pencil, in order to save the boy from humiliation if the teacher caught the elder dozing off.
Of course Hoseok felt terribly bad, as he hated seeing Yoongi in this state of extreme fatigue, and that he was stripping away chances of rest for him. The fact that there was no way to help at all only made it even worse, as it added onto the pile of guilt Hoseok dealt with already.
So, Hoseok had done nothing but daily check ups on Yoongi and trying his best to cheer the elder up with some form of positivity. Whether it be cracking jokes or just simply having a light hearted conversation together.
At times it worked, as a bubbly feeling of bliss always spurred inside Hoseok once a smile tugged at Yoongi's lips. What made him even more confident that he was helping was when that signature gummy smile made an appearance , as it only popped out if Yoongi was genuinely happy.
Hoseok felt content within himself knowing he had that effect on the elder, able to make him smile even during his hardest times.
Not only did it cheer up Yoongi's sullen spirits, but all their friends as well. Seeing him like that only made the others feel as if there was a rain cloud above each of their individual heads, as a gloomy atmosphere hung over the lunch table the past week.
But once Hoseok filled the tense and empty silence with a carefree pun or spontaneous burst of laughter, it was as if everyone's spirits were immediately raised again. From dreadful and downcast expressions to gleaming smiles in the split of a second, the vibe completely altered.
It was amazing really, as not many people have that capability of flipping everyone's attitudes with the snap of a finger.
Like how a sun comes out from beneath a storm cloud, instantly turning the dark grey skies to crystal clear blue with the occasional rainbow.
And in those moments, Yoongi couldn't be more thankful.
☺︎︎☺︎︎☺︎︎
Amidst writing an equation for a math problem, a sudden ping! sounded from Yoongi's phone set beside him.
Silently groaning as he ran his hands through his messy hair, he reluctantly picked up his phone in order to quickly view who had texted.
Once the contact name appeared on his lock screen, a small smile couldn't help but lace the boy's thin lips.
Yoongi
thank u hoseok
i will
As to block out any other distractions, Yoongi's fingers slid the phone across the kitchen counter, scolding himself as to not check it again in order to finish the piles of homework and not procrastinate.
An awful habit he had unfortunately grown to pick up throughout the years.
If I'm not practicing basketball then might as well not be a lazy b*tch and actually get work done, Yoongi reprimanded himself, as his pencil scurried along his math notebook copying down problems.
At this point, his brain was completely fried as it scrambled for answers to problems on the trigonometry homework before him, worn eyes scanning the page mercilessly for clues or hints.
Since Yoongi had been dozing off much more frequently this week, it turns out he had ended up missing an abundant amount of information that was vital for the homework, only making his already high stress levels sky rocket.
"Sh*t", he mumbled under his breath, as frustrated tears drizzled down his cheeks. Quickly wiping them away as to not completely lose himself, Yoongi fetched for a glass of water across the kitchen as to calm himself down, only to come back to yet another text message.
Contemplating whether he should check it or not, he eventually gave in and only smiled as to see the same person had texted from before.
Hoseok
ok that's good, idc if u don't finish ur hw at this point cuz I can tell you've completely worn urself out
if u need the answers to today's hw I got u 🤩
Yoongi
ty but it's pretty easy I think I got it
thanks again tho :]
From the other end of the line, a beaming boy smiled to himself at the texts, a soft and gushy feeling taking over as this was the first time Yoongi had ever texted a smiley face.
It looked quite cute to be honest, and it somewhat resembled that iconic gummy smile that everyone knew and loved so well.
Before even thinking or rereading his texts, the brunet responded back as if on instinct.
Hoseok
uwu np
Scanning back over what he just wrote, Hoseok screamed a loud and echoing, "F*CK," not really caring if his parents or younger sister heard.
"Oh my god he probably thinks I'm a furry," Hoseok gasped, quick to type back a response but atlas it was too late.
Yoongi
uwu? lmao
Chuckling at Hoseok's text message, Yoongi didn't even realize or take note of the faint coat of blush dusting his cheeks.
Cute, the male subconsciously thought.
Hoseok
plz forget I just said that I'm not a furry I promise
Yoongi
ur secrets safe w me
Slamming his head against a pillow relentlessly, Hoseok murmured to himself, "Hoseok you dumb b*tch."
As an attempt to push all thoughts and embarrassment aside, he just paced around the room for an hour or so contemplating his whole entire life existence.
While Yoongi, on the other hand, continued his homework, an unknowing smile spreading across his face.
A few hours later, the rest of the Min family walked through the entry door, trudging their shoes into the mudroom with tired heavy sighs.
"Hey Mom, hey Dad," Yoongi greeted plainly, his head way too deep into his work by now to have any form of interference.
"No basketball today?" Mrs. Min curiously asked, although her son cringed at the seemingly harmless question.
"Too tired."
Both parents exchanged worried yet grateful glances, before Mrs. Min walked over and patted her son's shoulder with care, "That's okay, sweetie. You've been working so hard this whole week I'm sure you'll do fine."
"Mhm," Yoongi mumbled back, desperate to change the subject to something else.
"You're going to a friends house afterwards, right?" Mr. Min asked, grabbing a granola bar from a nearby cabinet which earned a glare from Mrs. Min.
Yoongi's cat-like eyes widened at the reminder, as he had completely forgotten about the invitation that Hoseok had so kindly offered.
A blush painted his cheeks at the thought.
"Uh yeah," he sheepishly responded, biting his lips gently.
Both parents nodded in assurance, before heading up the stairs to change out of their sophisticated work clothes.
Noticing the pink hue spread across Yoongi's cheeks, his brother, Geum-jae, didn't pass up the opportunity to tease him.
"So, who's this friend?" He nonchalantly asked, making sure to accentuate on the 'friend'.
"No one, just someone from school," the mint haired mumbled back.
"Why are you blushing then?" Geum-jae wiggles his eyebrows obnoxiously, making eye contact with a flustered Yoongi who quickly averted his eyes to the homework in front of him.
"I'm not."
"What's the pink on your cheeks then?"
Not answering, the pestering older brother just strolled to where Yoongi was and leaned over his chair, "Cute."
Not being able to take it anymore, Yoongi just swatted his brother's hands away, letting out an annoyed huff.
Backing away, Geum-jae snickered before running off to his room, slamming the door with a loud thud! after.
Turning back to the work laid out in front of him, Yoongi let out a contented sigh as he closed the last text book.
"Finally," he yawned, raising his arms up in a stretch.
Eyelids growing heavier and heavier by the second, Yoongi trudged up the stairs not even bothering with dinner, as his body was much too tired and weary to be concerned about anything else other than sleeping.
After sloppily brushing his teeth and doing the usual nighttime skin routine, the exhausted male hastily slipped into pajamas before falling into an everlasting slumber.
Snores echoed throughout the night, as various wild dreams travelled in and out of his energy-drained mind, creating questionable yet fantasy-like scenarios.
And throughout it all, fears still somehow meddled it's way into dreamland, the one time where hopes are meant to shine and take all the attention.
Yet the buildup of stress fully consumed the boy into an eternal wormhole.
No escape, and no way out.
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