🌿 afternoon » hg + yg
stryoongi
“I’m home,” Honggi’s voice rang out through the small apartment as he stepped in the front door, exhaustion clear with his every move as he extended one arm to drop his keys onto the nearby counter before his shoulders sagged and he slumped his way to the living room with uncalculated, dragging steps. His body ached from the tension of carrying himself through a full, stressful day, and his eyelids were already heavy as his head lolled back to rest against the couch once he sank into its soft cushions with a shaky sigh. It was only when he reached up to rub his face that he felt the sticker placed to his cheek, remembering one of the children having done it at some point during the day, and he carefully peeled it off with a shake of his head.
It was more of a struggle to get through the day than it usually was, the weight of everything on his mind bogging down everything else and overwhelming him, and now that he had a moment to breathe, he wanted to curl up where he sat and not move again until he absolutely had to. However, the presence of his younger brother, who he could just vaguely hear down the hall moving about in his bedroom, reminded him that he wasn’t able to hide away just yet, as he had to make sure Yoongi was fed and that all was well for him before he indulged in some self-centered moping and avoidance. It wasn’t easy, but Honggi had spent his whole life caring for his brother, and even now that they were both adults he didn’t feel any less that it was his job.
Rising to his feet after a long moment of reluctance, a groan tumbling past his lips before he could stop it, he took a few necessary seconds to stretch the muscles in his arms and back before walking, with more of a purpose now, to Yoongi’s room. Mindful of privacy, he knocked twice before the door opened slowly and Honggi rested his weight against its frame, peering in at the younger before his head tilted to the side and he did his best to put on a tired smile as he greeted with a soft, “Hey…” before taking a single step into the room. “What do you want for dinner?” Cooking sounded like a tremendous effort, but he would rather do it himself than leave Yoongi to his own devices, as he could clearly remember what happened last time his brother tried to cook for himself.
