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Sick Day

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His daze was interrupted by the remarks of his elder, Yoongi, whom he welcomed into the room with a look that was anything but a “Good Morning” stare. It wasn’t exactly the best thing to hear you looked like the Walking Dead in the morning and it actually confirmed what he had feared when looking into the mirror- that he was going to have to wear piles of makeup to cover up the damage this illness was ravaging on his skin and eyes. His eyes dropped back down to the water before him and he just shook his head.

“And you look like you haven’t slept in days; been up for a while?” His response was ended with a bit of a cough that he attempted to cover up in his sleeve. Namjoon cringed at the pain in his chest that he felt every time he coughed, but he’d move forward just the same. “I’ll be fine, but you might need more than one cup of that- “ he nods to the coffee. He was snapping back at his hyung, it wasn’t like him really, being defensive about an obvious statement. He thought, on a normal day he’d have laughed and made the man another cup himself, but right now his head was pounding and it was all he could do to keep even the bit of water he’d drank in his stomach.

He stood from the table, quickly dumping his water into the sink and leaving the cup there, before he leaned against the counter- bracing himself. He was stronger than this, it would need to be a little bit more than a stomach bug or a chest cold to knock him down. He was struggling at the moment but another hour or two and surely he’d be back to his normal self and going again. At least he hoped it would be that way with the schedules they have coming up, it needed to be that way.

His eyebrows raise as soon as the younger fires back with his own attempt at a witty remark. He doesn’t even let Yoongi reciprocate before he’s muttering something again--which only amuses Yoongi further. The words said by Namjoon weren’t exactly false. In fact they were completely true and Yoongi wasn’t going to deny any of it. He offers a lackluster wave of his hand before pulling out a chair. “Yeah well that’s what happens when sleeping pills don’t do what they’re made to do.”

“This is actually my third cup.” He tells the other truthfully as he slumps down on the seat facing the sink. His eyebrows knot together as he watches Namjoon pitifully move about. It wasn’t a pretty sight to behold, and it took much of Yoongi’s will not to toss another joke about how Namjoon looks kind of like Bambi trying to learn how to walk--except he’s a lot less cute. He sits there for a couple more seconds, just watching the younger and contemplating whether he would need help just getting back to his room. He now realizes the gravity of Namjoon’s condition with how his eyes appear sunken and his upper body is slumped as he walks--or tries to. “Seriously you look like you’re about to collapse.” Yoongi’s concern is more apparent now, his lips arching downwards as he slowly straightens up from his seat.

The others are still sound asleep, their bodies re-energizing for today’s schedules. That’s right, they have schedules. Looking at Namjoon, Yoongi starts to worry that the taller male wouldn’t even make it out of this dorm without vomiting on the welcome mat or something. He glances at the wall clock and deduces that they have a few hours before they have to get ready. Maybe once Namjoon gets back to bed and rests for a couple of hours, he’ll be good as new. That’s if he can get to bed, given how much he’s struggling just reaching for the sink. “Alright alright this is painful to watch.” Yoongi whines as he trudges over to the taller male, a hand grabbing onto his elbow. “You’re going back to bed.” He says firmly before placing Namjoon’s arm over his shoulders and wrapping an arm around the other’s waist to support his body as he drags the two of them back to the bedroom. It’s no easy task, considering how much Namjoon wins over him in the size department--but Yoongi would rather lug him to his room than watch what looks like a thirty-something year old divorced drunk man walk around the kitchen in his pajamas.

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Sick Day

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Cold water splashed against the face of Kim Namjoon; it was early still and he’d already been up for quite some time expelling most of his dinner from last night into the toilet. Vomiting was probably the worst feeling he’d ever dealt with- he hated everything about it really. Looking at himself in the mirror he looked horrible, pale, clammy, dark circles under his eyes. He wondered how much makeup was going to have to go on his face for him to look presentable to ARMY.

He wore a dark hoodie and a pair of plaid pj bottoms out to the kitchen; he wasn’t exactly hungry but he wanted something other than the taste of toothpaste in his mouth. A tiny coughing fit escaped him as he placed his mouth into his elbow as to not infect the entire dorm with his germs. It was going to be a mask kind of day. Instead of going to the fridge like he planned he went to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen were the allergy meds and headache meds rested- unfortunately there wasn’t anything for “cold” or “flu” … or really there wasn’t much of anything left.

A hand ran through his already tousled blonde locks in a bit of exasperation. He didn’t need all of Bangtan fussing over him or worrying about his health; they had enough things to worry about with the end of the year coming rapidly. Namjoon made a glass of water and sat down at the small table in the kitchen, looking out the window and watching the early morning sun wash over everything it could reach.

Contrary to popular belief, Yoongi was usually one of the first few members to wake up in the morning. Though it’s not actually “waking up” if he never slept in the first place. It’s been going on more recently, how he can’t seem to fall asleep at night no matter how hard he tries. All his thoughts just decide to swim in his head in time for sleep and it’s frustrating as heck. The only time his head lets him sleep is when they’re preparing for a schedule and the stylists are taking too long to fix up the other members and he’s the last one in queue. People think he sleeps all the damn time, just because they coincidentally see him asleep in the afternoon. They don’t realize that it’s mostly because he’d never slept the night before. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you just collapsed on the floor. You need help,.” Seokjin had said with concern marring his features.

It wasn’t really unusual for Bangtan Boys to get sick. In fact, it was a more common occurrence than any of them would ever admit or acknowledge. Perhaps, Yoongi thinks, they just aren’t as “bulletproof” as they’d like to be. No matter how much vitamin supplements they shove down their throats, the weather or the fatigue from work could still fuck them over. They just have to learn to accept the fact that they’re humans who get sick too.

When he spots Namjoon shuffling around the dorm looking inexplicably like death (and sounding like it, if the loud coughing and wheezing were any indication), he plasters on a revolted expression and lets his gaze trail after the taller male. It’s not too long before he decides to tread into the kitchen as well with the cup of coffee he’d been nursing in his hands. He takes a small sip before speaking up. “You look like you literally just got off your coffin.” He punctuates the remark with a light scoff.

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Once I stop caring you’re not getting it back. I’ll be cold as ice, I promise.

You get what you deserve Apr 3, 2015 (via iwrite-myheart)

mina performing elvis for crumblingheart.

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hey, i just wanted to drop by to tell you how much you mean to me. despite all that we've been through, you've managed to love me throughout everything - every single thing that i've done that may have hurt you, all those times that we've gone without talking because of it or because of our respective schedules. just please always know that you have a very special place in my heart, one which no one else can ever replace. i love you, c. -monica.

All that hurt and uncertainty is in the past now. I know what I mean to you and you should know how much you mean to me as well. We’re just both busy and that’s life I guess. Let’s move forward and just try to be there for each other as much as we can, and be more understanding with each other.

This was a nice thing to come back to. I’ll keep this message safe and I’ll always remember it. I love you too, heh. Stay safe and always take care of yourself.

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myouiari:

—- mina hadn’t expected him to cook anything for her, over all. she hadn’t asked him to buy something, either, but it had only taken them twenty or so minutes before both of them had exchanged a glance which clearly seemed to say the same thing from each end – ‘ are you hungry ‘. and that was when yoongi had slipped his hand down inside the sweatpants he was wearing to pull up his phone ad press the speed dial to whichever take out he usually was ordering from, mina wasn’t too picky with that, either way. it hadn’t taken long after that until the food had arrived and the elder male had slipped out to the hall to pay for their lunch and then disappeared into the kitchen, mumbling some incoherent words of how the food already had gotten cold.

❝ you should only pay for half if the food has turned cold. ❞ mina nodded, remembering the words of wisdom her elder brother had taughter that one time when he had come back to japan over a break from his studies in the state. this teach was something she had heard from various of people, however, not her brother exclusively. and she wished that people would be taking it to heart, because who would ever want to pay for cold food? feeling somewhat awkward in the living room, she was familiar with the bts dorm but not enough to be sitting like a statue in the couch, the younger girl got up on her feet and followed the male to the kitchen. only to catch yoongi put the boxes into the micowave, a short gasp left her lungs and after that she managed to utter the sentence, a row of words which seemed too blunt for mina. quickly shaking her head and dipping it into a small, apologetic nod, she hurried to explain herself for him. ❝ no! but if you put them uncovered, they will explode! food will be everywhere and it will just be a pain to clean up after – ❞

His shoulders lift to a noncommittal shrug. “He’d already driven off on his motorcycle before I could say anything.” He would have told the guy off if he had the chance, but he wouldn’t make an effort to go after him when the microwave is only a few steps away.

A small, amused smile tugs on his lips at the other’s nervous response. He was only messing around with her after all. “Nah you’re right. Don’t be so apologetic.” He chuckles. Although if Mina hadn’t reprimanded him, he would have still put the food in the microwave uncovered. He figured the food would heat up faster if they were uncovered. It was probably a baseless conclusion, but it was still a practice he’s done for a long time. Even the other members do it, mostly from his influence. “I usually do it like this but if you put it that way then alright.” He takes out the food again and places the covers back on before returning them into the microwave, turning the heat just a notch higher. He shuffles over to the small dining table and pulls out a chair, urging the other to sit down before sitting across the table. “Y’know we rarely have visitors.” He starts. “Was the Twice dorm getting a little too boring for you?”

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xiujng:

It has been a while since Soojung saw this movie, a movie where she has been known to love to hate, or more specifically, love to subject herself to in her times of dread. The movie ‘Her’ was well known to be one of those movies where its beauty resonates in underlying sadness. It was a hard movie do decipher at first but after a few watches, it became more understandable to her, more sad, and more relatable.

The premise of this movie was simple: a man who falls in love with an operating system. A simple idea that takes place in a not-so-distant future, a possible and realistic idea that may occur in the near future. Despite that, all disambiguations of the complicated relationship boil down to cardinal issues between people; ones that root from poor communication, neglect, and other bits and pieces that prove to be toxic to human relationships.

”I’m not hysterical!?” she retorts in a frantic manner, proving his claim to be true despite her denial. “I’m not…” she says but it was obvious that lying through her teeth given her overemotional reactions to the simplest scenes of the movie. “This movie just gets me emotional, okay?” she tries to justify her behaviour though she knows that Yoongi’s one of the few people that can see right through her.

He would have tried to look past the hysterics and the obvious denial his friend was displaying and would have humored her instead, because Yoongi’s usually not the type to pry into other’s private issues, nor is he the one to be giving advice on such matters. But he’s close enough with Soojung to know something was really bothering her, and if he was a decent enough friend then he would at least think to ask if she wanted to talk about it. If not then he wouldn’t push further. Yoongi is an avid supporter of privacy and people’s rights against self-incrimination.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks, tone firm enough so she knows he’s serious, but soft enough so she doesn’t feel obliged to share if she didn’t want to. “We haven’t talked in a while.” He adds. And it’s true. They haven’t hung out like this in a long time, with both of them busy with their respective schedules. They both know it’s a luxury in itself that they even get to meet without getting hassled. Soojung is one of the few people Yoongi would gladly sit down and talk with for as long as he can, because he knows it won’t happen again for a long time. Aside from that, she’s someone he trusts and feels comfortable with. He doesn’t need to filter himself when he talks to her and that’s something he’s grateful for.

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“If you put that in the microwave uncovered I swear I will beat you to death with a plastic spoon.”

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— In their lifestyle, cooking is already considered a luxury. So more often than not, ordering takeout or food delivery is the more feasible option. It would be nice to have been able to cook for a visitor but 1) Yoongi’s cooking capabilities are exclusive to instant ramen and the occasional frying. 2) Jin will make everyone help him and Yoongi is just Not Into It. 3) Mina apparently did not mind ordering takeout.

When the food arrives and he takes them out of their plastic bags, the dismay is quick to appear on his face. The food has gotten cold, and the delivery person has already disappeared on his motorcycle before Yoongi could give him a piece of his mind. “I guess we should put these in the microwave.” He suggests to no one in particular. He heads to the kitchen and starts uncovering the containers before stuffing as many as he can in the microwave. Just as he’s about to close it, Mina speaks up suddenly, causing Yoongi to flinch in the slightest. “What–” He makes a face. “It’s my microwave. You can’t threaten me with a plastic spoon in my own home that’s not nice.”

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Wait when did this happen...

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