lapse,
@rkrenjun
he’s exhausted, and most of all he’s frustrated. every episode of the mgas that passes-- yoongi feels all the more dissatisfied; all the more awful with the results. eliminations are left and right, people are let down; yoongi’s responsible for mark and jeongguk’s elimination and he feels awful about it.
he rubs at his eyes, blinking away the spots of light from the pressure of his hand. he grumbles to himself as he unlocks his door-- shoving it open and kicking off his shoes. somewhere to the side, he hears nala’s chirp as she stretches. the bell jingles a moment later, and there’s a long meow as she presses herself up against one of yoongi’s legs. tossing his bag by the door, he kicks the door shut and deadbolts it-- reaching down for the feline and tucking her close to his chest. “hi, baby.” he mumbles, pressing a soft kiss into her head. she purrs under the attention and he shuffles his way towards his bedroom.
pausing by the door, he knocks with one hand on the doorframe, offering a small smile to the boy lounging on the bed. “renjun-ah.” he calls out quietly, shifting in place; the younger had been staying at his house for a few days-- needing the company. yoongi hadn’t hesitated to offer up his bed, getting most of his rest in small naps with the other or sleeping on the couch with nala.
“’ave you eaten?” he questions, shoulder leaning against the doorframe as he scratches under nala’s chin. “i can call an order in if ya ‘aven’t.”
