#s.meme

sienn : this is a mistake.

lando , enthusiastically : a mistake we're going to laugh about one day !

sienn : but not today.

lando , still enthusiastic : oh, no. today's going to be a mess.

“Quiet! Someone’s going to hear.”

He doesn’t know how he keeps getting into these situations but Yoongi is really tired of it. He was just an innocent pass-byer this time when he got pulled behind a corner as a group of students rushed past him seemingly in search for something. Or rather, in this case, someone.

“I don’t care, don’t fucking touch me!” He hisses, his heart pounding from the contact and his hands shaking. Fingers stretch out before pulling back into his palm, loosening the joints as his head peaks out to watch the group’s retreating backs.

“I get that you wanted to come up with the plan, but your plan is stupid.”

“Why don’t you suggest something better then, pretty boy?” Yoongi sneers, tolerance for assholes like Woohyun very low right now. 

Something about this boy just made him feel like choking someone. But then again, almost everyone made him feel that way so it wasn’t saying much.

Yoongi just stared at the mess in the couple’s apartment, glaring at all the goat poo and condom balloons floating in the air. Previously, he had suggested just cleaning up the mess, starting with Woohyun cleaning the poo and ending with Woohyun popping all the balloons while Yoongi ate the food in their fridge. Hey, this wasn’t his problem, not his. Why did he even call me in the first place…

“Listen, I could honestly care less if you don’t get a laid for the rest of your life, I cannot tell you how much I do not care. However,” He brushes some of his pink fringe out his eyes, glancing over at the other to give him a frown. “I do care if Sunggyu is uncomfortable so you better get to cleaning, pretty boy, because I ain’t doin’ shit.” 

He pats the other on the back before moving towards the door. Yoongi is out of the apartment before Woohyun can complain because honestly, he really doesn’t give a shit.

“Jokes on me, huh?” || “Just let me go.”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at the fallen form of a boy, crouching down to inspect the damage of the little “prank”. “It appears that way…” He mumbles as his fingers tug at the ropes binding in feet. 

What was the point of this anyways?

His eyes travel to the quickly retreating figure of a hyper dark haired boy, “partner in crime” Yoongi would label him as, before the dark orbs return to the tied up boy. “Hm… I think I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t see this, and go in that direction, okay?”

The boy stands straight and brushes nonexistent dust from his pants, nodding towards the other before turning around. He babbles after Yoongi’s retreating form, yelling something about him to ‘stop before it’s too late’. What the hell is this brat going on about–

The boy’s legs fly out from under him when they step onto the slick floor, sending him painfully onto his back. “Fuck…” Yoongi groans and looks up at the ceiling to find a bucket of water balancing on a beam, a silver string attached to the end. Oh fuck… 

The snickers come before the freezing water and Yoongi walks back to his dorm soaked and shivering, sneezing when a cool breeze whooshes past him.

"Are you having nightmares again?"

Teeth snagged the skin of his bottom lip, pulling the flesh between his teeth as his fingers pick at some loose cotton from his pillow. Embarrassment forced a flush to appear on his pale cheeks, a rare sight, as he stole a glance up at the boy who had just entered the room.

Yoongi hated calling Jongsuk every time he had a nightmare, feeling as if he was bothering the older man when he’d awake him on numerous occasions because of a petty scare. 

The feeling of embarrassment still resides in the pit of his stomach when Yoongi nods his head; he didn’t expect Jimin to suddenly show up when he had sent the younger a quick text. He had woken in a cold sweat, dreams of his last nights at the hellhole he used to refer as home haunting his dreams.

“Just, stay for a bit…” He mumbles, pulling the covers over his head and basking in the warmth, “Just until I all asleep, then you can go.”

It’s silent for a moment as he lies there, his mind slowly easing into sleep when he hears a small snicker.