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Gi-give it to me
A skull-splitting headache and a deep-set exhaustion greet Yoongi good morning as he groggily wakes up. His eyes feel like they're glued shut by the eyelashes and his mouth feels cottony. The light seems to bright, even through his closed eyelids. Yoongi's face distorts in discomfort.
"Urgh," Yoongi manages to roll over and sit up. He rubs at his eyes and tries to ignore the throbbing pain in his temples. He gets up, knees a little shaky, with a fresh wave of pain through his head. He sees himself in the mirror in hall (it really needs a wipe down) and his dark eyes stare back at him tiredly. His black hair, though still relatively silky, is unkempt and some parts stuck to his scalp where he slept on them.
Yoongi dismisses his reflection and gulps down a full glass of water the moment he reaches the kitchen sink. His hand trembles a little, he tightens his fingers around the glass. He eyes the watch he had neglected to take off the previous night. It was 10:23, according to the digital face he could see the barely-there outline of his face in.
Shit. He had a class at 11 but the dull ache in his skull still persisted, and he was tired, the sleep not getting rid of his bone-deep fatigue.
Yoongi can't really decide whether to actually go to the class or not-
Just then there is a knock on the door. Yoongi grunts lowly, a faint frown twisting his features. He sluggishly walks around the kitchen counter, a small sigh escaping his lips, just as the knock comes again.
"Y-Yoongi?" it's a familiar voice, and Yoongi's mind supplies something warm and orange. Jimin. He vaguely wonders if he told Jimin his name.
He unlocks the door and pulls it open to Jimin's soft-looking face. He's in a pair of black jeans with rips around the knees, and a white tee (with words Yoongi can't be bothered to read through his headache) is tucked into where his belt hugs his hips. To complete the look, a black leather jacket and matching boots. Jimin's orange hair looks somehow less fiery today; muted to a soft peachy colour that contrasts with his badass looking outfit. He looks put-together.
Yoongi squints, looking into Jimin's face. His skin is bare, lips baby pink and plush against his pale face. Jimin smiles.
"Hey again, neighbour," he says sweetly.
"Mm," grunts Yoongi in return, shuffling sideways to let Jimin come in. He settles himself on the armrest of the couch near the door, hands slipping into his pockets. It's a cold morning.
"You doing okay now?" Jimin speaks softly, as if he knows intense volumes would pierce through Yoongi's head.
"Hm. Debatable. Overall? No. From last night? No. Maybe..." Yoongi drawls, somewhat indecisive about his short answers.
Jimin smiles, a knowing look in his eyes and he nods. Yoongi leans back against his little dining table, crossing his arms. A few moments pass in the quiet.
"Did you have anything to eat yet?" Jimin's soft voice melts away the silence.
"Now? No." Yoongi answers shortly.
Jimin smiles again, teeth showing this time.
"Well, then I'll take you to out to eat, hyung! Whatever you want. You up for that?"
Yoongi hums. "Sure," he says easily, and Jimin seems mildly surprised, "I just woke up, though so could you give me a bit to shower and get dressed... maybe take a fucking painkiller."
It's probably the most Yoongi has spoken in a while and his words are gruff, but there's an underlying amusement that Jimin doesn't fail to notice. He grins happily at Yoongi's response.
"No problem! I'll leave you to get ready, both mentally and physically," he giggles, "-and I'll be back in about an hour?"
Yoongi gives a non-committal jerk of his head in agreement. He doesn't want to move his head too much.
"I'll get going then-" Jimin pauses, "but before I leave I want you to drink some more water." He nods at the empty glass on the kitchen counter.
Yoongi raises an eyebrow. Jimin doesn't budge.
Yoongi give in and drags his feet resignedly to get the glass and refills it. He brings it to his lips and gulps the water down, draining the glass in one go. He leaves it in the sink this time and turns back to Jimin, who looks vaguely flustered.
"G-good!" he exclaims, yet voice still quiet, "I'll leave you to it." He rises to his feet, drifting to the door as Yoongi slinks back to him.
In the doorway, Jimin turns back.
"See you in an hour, neighbour." he chuckles softly.
Soft. Yoongi finds himself repeatedly using the word to describe Jimin.
"See you."
Jimin closes the door for him, and Yoongi is already turning around, unbuckling and shrugging off the watch that now reads 10:39. The most energised he's willingly been in days. He wouldn't have made it to class anyway, in the time it took to get ready and journey to his lecture. Oh, well.
He didn't feel like going to class anyway.
Gi-give it to me
I don’t mind whatever it may be, so bring it to me