memehyung

>memehyung
we're still waiting for ur apology

urhope<
we?

urhope<
oh the fucking door

>memehyung
the fucking door has a name bitch

urhope<
oh yeah what is it

>memehyung
,,

>memehyung
nick

urhope<
nick the door

urhope<
nice

>memehyung
still need that apology cough cough

urhope<
u need aspirins smh

urhope<
don't text cough it's weird

>memehyung
cough cougH

urhope<
stop

>memehyung
coughing fit

urhope<
whatever

urhope<
btw i did apologize

urhope<
just ,, not to you

>memehyung
who else did u screw over

urhope<
stfu

urhope<
you weren't in when i came over

>memehyung
so u apologized to no one

urhope<
no

urhope<
i apologized to u

>memehyung
but i wasn't in

urhope<
yes but the apology was for u

>memehyung
but i didn't hear it

urhope<
IDGAF JUST ASK NICK THE DOOR TO RECITE IT TO YOU I'M NOT DOING IT AGAIN

>memehyung
nick the door hasn't been able to speak since his entire family was brutally murdered

>memehyung
side eyes you

urhope<
at least put actions in asterisks omg

>memehyung
shakes head

urhope<
i

>memehyung
smirks

urhope<
what do you waNT FROM ME

>memehyung
an apology

urhope<
I TOLD YOU I ALREADY JSJHDKAWJC

urhope<
fine

urhope<
fine i'll apologize again

urhope<
i hate you

>memehyung
that's not a good start

urhope<
lemme just find all the fucks i give before i come over

urhope<
this could take a while

>memehyung
hoseok

urhope<
oh no i don't think there are any :(

>memehyung
hoseok

urhope<
okaY MOM

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"zen, zen, zen, zen, zen . . ."

the chanting of this monosyllable went on as the brunette male paced in front of the elevator, eyes occasionally flicking to the digital numbers that were frozen on 12 flashing above it. his upper lip curled in annoyance before he jabbed the button for his floor, despite the fact that he'd done so four times already. it clearly wasn't speeding up the process, but hoseok was angry and therefore hoseok could do whatever he wanted. end of story.

he considered taking the stairs for what could have easily been the hundredth time, but expelled the idea for the exact same reasonㅡthe lift will be here any second now.

yeah, that had worked.

he inhaled sharply, clenching and unclenching his fists as an alternate method to calm him down. the last thing he needed was accidentally saying something shitty to taehyung again, and ending up having another apology to think up and produce without chickening out or breaking down.

not screaming at taehyung would definitely prove to be a challenge, though. he'd really put his heart and soul into his most recent apology, and the fact that the receiver of it hadn't even heard it was slowly starting to get to him.

that and the fucking lift . . .

he gritted his teeth, cautiously looking up at the floor number the lift was on, hoping that maybe if he caught it by surprise it would be different.

12.

"i'll just take the stairs," he muttered dejectedly, trudging away from the area in defeat. "who knows, the climbing might just calm my nerves . . ."

he twisted on his heel unexpectedly, racing back to the lift and almost whooping in triumph on seeing the floor number changing.

"BITCH, YOU THOUGHT?" he yelled, punching the air. "I WON'T TAKE THE STAIRS AS LONG AS I LIVE, SUCK IT!"

he breathed out as the elevator dinged at his floor. "zen." he placed a hand on his shoulder, twisting it in preparation as the doors slid open, finally revealing the long-awaitedㅡ

"um, hey."

his hand dropped to his side.

taehyung removed a hand from one pocket to raise it in a sheepish wave. "what's up, mi casa?"

"oh, hey!" hoseok composed himself quickly enough, deciding that a slightly taken aback expression would be understandable and allowing one to take over his features. "how's it going?"

taehyung nodded absentmindedly, gaze shifting to the inside of the elevator as he leaned against its wall. "good, good." his hand returned to his pocket. "found your fucks?"

"you're here, so i guess i have," hoseok blurted out randomly, only registering the words after they'd been uttered. had that even made sense? he hoped it hadn't, because the only way it could make sense was in that wayㅡWHAT THE FUCK, JUNG HOSEOK?

the younger boy shot him a weird look, which hoseok found extremely offensive because taehyung was the weird one and taehyung should be on the receiving end of weird looks, before laughing slightly, though his eyes lit up as if he'd burst out doing so.

"you okay?" taehyung asked, concern lacking in his tone, the words being said in more of a teasing manner. "what's with your face?"

the doors, being automatic, decided to slide close at that moment because what the fuck that was their job, but were notably triggered as both boys moved instinctively to obstruct its movement. this ended with hoseok clearing his throat awkwardly and drawing away, taehyung having moved to stand in the entrance of the lift. he leaned against its frame as if he had all the time in the world.

"someone else might be calling the lift right now, you know," hoseok pointed out. like i had, while you took your sweet time.

"what's with your face?" the other repeated, eyes glinting playfully.

the older huffed. "nothing, i just . . . wasn't expecting to see yours today. just . . . surprised."

taehyung tilted his head to the side as if hurt. "what's wrong with my face?"

too little. "look, i was just expecting my day to go by like you staying locked in your room while i apologized to nick the door. and you. you just caught me off guard, okay?"

taehyung crossed his arms. "so you'd rather look at nick the door than me?" he questioned, lower lip sticking out in a pout.

"taehyung, you're the one who said you wouldn't let me in," hoseok reminded him. he took a moment for consideration before adding, "besides, it's a hella cute door."

"that's not what you said before."

"well, opinions change!" he protested. taehyung merely shrugged before casually stepping back into the lift.

"you coming?" he asked, gaze carefully fixated on a different section of the areaㅡanywhere that wasn't jung hoseok. said person frowned, eyes narrowing suspiciously. something was off.

"taehyung, whatㅡ" he began.

"i guess not," the other interrupted, arm stretching out to press his floor number. "cheerio!"

hoseok felt something click in his mind.

his foot reached out, and in one fluid motion it was placed inside the lift. the doors of the elevator froze, then begrudgingly drew away, giving way for hoseok to enter. he breathed in and breathed out in an unsuccessful tactic to soothe his gradually increasing rage, before looking up, cheery smile in place.

taehyung's adam's apple bobbed in a gulp.

"taehyung," hoseok began brightly, fully stepping into the lift as the younger boy shrank against the wall nervously, "what did i say before?"

"before, as in a minute ago? or two minutes? or likeㅡ"

"taehyung."

"someone might be calling the lift," taehyung attempted timidly.

"taehyung."

the younger looked around helplessly, before his searching gaze fixated on the open door of the elevator.

hoseok pressed a button.

the door slid shut.

"kill me right now," taehyung groaned, sliding down the lift's wall into a crouch and shielding his face from view. hoseok squatted down next to him, sickly sweet smile unwavering.

"gladly," he whispered.

"SEOKJIN HYUNG!" taehyung shrieked, words partly muffled as he buried his face deeper between his knees. "RAPMON HYUNG!"

hoseok clicked his tongue before tearing taehyung's arms away from him, grasping his hands tightly as the other squirmed, whimpering the other members' names successively. "taehyung, what did i say before?"

"i swear i'm going to piss my pants and i forgot to wear any underwear so please," taehyung sniffled, eyes squeezing shut to cut off his sense of sight, saving him the particular sight of a hoseok angered to the extent that it wasn't even visible in his expression.

"what the fuck." hoseok's nose wrinkled. "how do you even forget to wear underwear? i mean, it's like another limb or whatever. if your arms were detachable, would you fucking forget to put them on?"

"how am i supposed to put my arms on if i don't have any?"

"shut the fuck up, smartass." his eyes suddenly narrowed into slits before he shook the younger boy by his hands vigorously. "what did i say before?"

"that-the-door-was-ugly!" taehyung gasped out, words mashed together into a rushed blob. hoseok blinked, reeling away. it wasn't like he'd needed taehyung to say the wordsㅡhe already knew that he knew them. but for some reason only confirmation from taehyung himself let the effect of it set in.

"i'm sorry!" the guilty boy wailed, pulling his arms towards him to cover his face with his hands, still encaptured by hoseok's though the grip on them had been considerably loosened. "i did kinda hear your apology, i justㅡ"

"i can't believe this," hoseok muttered, releasing taehyung's hands. taehyung immediately tried to grab his again, blubbering a string of formless words, but hoseok got up, about to walk away when he realized exactly how confined the elevator was.

he looked towards the buttons in the liftㅡhe didn't want to leave. he felt that he deserved to leech out an unnecessarily drawn-out apology from taehyung after what he'd done.

how the tables had turned.

taehyung dropped to the elevator floor belly first, before crawling across its surface to the older, who watched him in bafflement. three years with his ass, and hoseok still hadn't been able to decipher the way his mind worked.

before he knew it, taehyung's arms had circled his legs, then clutched them tightly, taehyung continuing to curl his whole body around them and planting them firmly in their position. hoseok attempted to move a legㅡineffective.

taehyung pressed his face against hoseok's left leg, sending a jolt through said limb, before wailing, "i'm so sorry, hyung, it was just kindaㅡfunnyㅡ"

"funny."

"fuck, wrong wordㅡit was just really funnㅡIT WASN'T FUNNY, MY MOUTH IS MOVING AGAINST MY WILL!" taehyung shrieked, slamming his head into hoseok's leg in frustration. hoseok gave his leg a futile shake before going for the door (with significant effort may he add), pressing the button to open it.

"hyung," taehyung whined, drawing out the syllable sorrowfully as his body dragged across the floor with hoseok's motion, the older's face constricted in an effort to move his added weight along. "hyung, i'm sorry."

"i don'tㅡ" a step forward. "careㅡ" another. "for your meaninglessㅡ" a shorter step, panting. "apologies!" hoseok finally bent over, hands on his knees as he waited for the pain in his legs to wear off, and used to opportunity to shoot a withering glare at his luggage. "i can't believe you were about to make me apologize again."

taehyung stared back at him piteously. "i'm sowwy."

"run. ranch. rumpelstiltskin. rollercoaster. r, taehyung. don't fucking think that you can 'sowwy' yourself out of this."

"sorry?"

"STOP APOLOGIZING!" hoseok yelled, attempting to wrench his leg away only to have taehyung pull down on it even harder, almost bringing him to his knees. "god fuckingㅡ"

"I'M SORRㅡ" taehyung caught himself, before proceeding to screech, "GODDAMMIT, I CAN'Tㅡ"

"why?" hoseok cut in sharply, taking deep steadying breaths. "apart from it being . . . funny. why?"

silence from the other.

hoseok gritted his teeth. "i saidㅡ"

"you've never talked to me like that before," taehyung spoke up quietly. hoseok felt the grip around his legs slacken, but didn't move. "it was . . . nice."

hoseok wasn't sure how to react. after taehyung had said something like that, how was he supposed to continue violently sulking about what he'd done?

goddammit, kid.

he finally released a sigh, dropping his head to down to look at the boy lying on the floor, whose mouth twitched into a sheepish smile.

"bro," hoseok said, as taehyung turned his head away in embarrassment, "bro, that's deep."

taehyung squeaked in response.

"i called you, like, ten times!" hoseok continued, though beginning to beam himself. "we coulda had a real heart-to-heart conversation! why didn't you just respond?"

"oh, yeah." taehyung looked up, shy smile being replaced by a smug grin. hoseok's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"that was the funny part."

the silence that followed this statement allowed both boys to fully take it in.

one exhaled heavily.

the other gasped.

"i swear. to fucking. god."

"i didn't meanㅡ"

"get off my leg, you shonky shit."

"hyungㅡ"

"GET OFF!"

"I'M SORRY!"

"STOP APOLOGIZING!"