We're going to be together forever, aren't we, Yoongi?

... Are we?

Who... is we?

"... ay?"

Was that something about his past?

"... lo...?"

Was that someone he knew before his amnesia?

"... ou okay?"

His eyes opened groggily. His brain was a complete mess; he couldn't remember anything of what happened right now. Instead, as he squinted disdainfully at some pink haired guy staring at him with what was probably worry, Yoongi scoffed and closed his eyes again, curling himself in a ball.

"I was taking a nap."

Wait.

The black haired boy quickly pulled himself up with wide eyes. Everything that had happened moments before replayed in his tipsy, lightheaded brain. Unconsciously, his hand rubbed his forehead. "What the fuck...?" His sharp pains were never that unbearable...

He soon remembered an angel. A pink haired, cute angel that was standing at his doorway. Right. That's who was talking to him just seconds ago. He turned his head to face it, but was shocked when he felt the breath of that boy barely fanning on his face.

He was so close. Too close.

Yoongi couldn't help it, though. The temptation was too much. He slowly lowered his eyes down to the plump looking lips, already imagining what it would be like if he kissed it.

"Are you having fun watching my lips?" The boy gave an amused smile.

It took Yoongi a few seconds to realize his surroundings for the last time, before it sunk in. Pulling his head back, he blinked a few times, questioning who this guy even was.

"Why were you so close in the first place?" He tried defending himself.

"Because I was helping you up."

"Oh." Fuck you too, then.

After Yoongi was helped up by the stranger and put on the couch, the total desire to sleep again nearly took over, however he fought it off since there was a fucking stranger in his apartment. "Sorry about that. That doesn't normally happen."

"No problem! I'm sure there's a reason." The pink haired boy's eyes trailed to the picture of that black butterfly Yoongi (didn't) steal. The black haired boy saw a little curiosity flare in the pink haired boy's eyes. "... What's that?" He pointed.

"That?" Yoongi looked around his room, feeling on the spot. Fuck. What could he say to not sound like a criminal? "It's a clue, I guess. I'm figuring things out." Well, that works. Good job, Yoongi.

"Oh." The stranger blinked and snapped back in his senses, looking at Yoongi once more. "Sorry, I'm Park Myungsoo. I was going to tell you that I'm soon going to be living right next door to you."

A new neighbour? "Welcome, then."

Then there was a long air of awkwardness hanging around. Yoongi wanted to try and say something to clear it up, but before he could, someone else beat him to it. "Yoongiiiiiiiiii I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack~" They both heard the door open and a young dark brown haired boy with a big smile obliviously charged in the house.

"IIII'M HOOO..ooo......" As soon as he noticed the scene in front of him he stopped, a little embarrassed that there was a guest in their house. "Yoongi, who's that?"

"He said his name is Park Myungsoo. He's gonna move in the apartment."

The pink haired boy waved and smiled at Jungkook. Jungkook walked into the living room, giving his hand out as they shook hands.

"Welcome, then!" Jungkook nodded and gave Myungsoo a smile that left Yoongi feeling a little suspicious. "My name's Jeon Jungkook. That's Min Yoongi."

Jungkook then looked at the couch Yoongi sat on, glancing curiously at the butterfly picture laying idly beside him. "What's that?"

"Oh. I went to the cr-" He glanced at Myungsoo. He was sure that Myungsoo was going to think Yoongi was someone really crazy if he actually said it aloud, in which he would've normally. "I mean. I kinda saw it somewhere and took it. Because it's a clue and I was figuring things out." Yoongi shrugged.

"You wHAT?!" Jungkook croaked. He knew exactly what Yoongi was talking about and brought a hand up to his forehead. "Of course you would! Yoongi, you're absolutely the stupidest man I know." He sat down beside Yoongi unconsciously as he rubbed his headache away.

"You love it."

"Shit, you're right." Kookie chuckled. He faced Yoongi, and he could feel a tension in the air between them. Oh, how he had sudden urge to let Yoongi make out with him right here and now. But then he remembered. They had a guest! "Right!" He snapped them both out of their little love daze, looking at Myungsoo. "Do you have a roomie?"

"Do I have a – a roomie?" Myungsoo seemed to stumble on that one word, like he hadn't heard it before. "No? I don't think so. I'm going to be alone, if that's what you mean."

Jungkook nearly jumped out of his seat. "Alone?! You can't have that!" Jungkook turned to look at Yoongi, who looked like he was dozing off. Jungkook rolled his eyes, knowing perfectly well he was still listening, but acted like he didn't. "You. Come. Now." He pulled Yoongi up off the couch, much to the black haired boy's discomfort. Jungkook dragged him into the next room, which happened to be the kitchen.

"Why doesn't he stay with us?"

"Say what?"

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yoongi is a savage

and i relate to him very much lmao 

vote n comment if u enjoy~