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The open window invited the late night breeze in, browsed the papers on the writing desk and made the curtains dance, showing an urban landscape and cars rushing through the streets, each person following their routine, with a million things to do even after midnight, Yoongi isn’t one of those persons, slouched in front of his computer watching a random movie recommended by netflix and that even having a 95% match with his ‘recently watched’ list, he caught himself looking more and more to the dark sky limited by the window borders, imagining that Hoseok, by chance, maybe, was awake.
3:07AM
The bright full moon confirmed the neon-green numbers beside his computer, the color was like a shout in the face of the absolute silence of the night, not noticeable by the audition, but by Yoongi’s tired vision, he had three essays to finish and two tests on the next week, even though he is responsible, the only doubt in his mind was whether it would be socially accepted to call your best friend slash future boyfriend slash soul mate at late night just to… He didn’t even know actually, Hoseok’s voice calmed him down, like the slow songs he used to listen, the fluffy blanket his grandparents have him as a gift when he was seven, the cat that always greeted him when he came back from college, but without any doubt Hoseok’s voice was in first place on the ‘list of things that calmed Min Yoongi down’.
The movie became increasingly boring as Yoongi thought more and more about Hoseok and his soft hair, that bounced when he arrived jumping in the classroom at 7 in the morning, his hands that were big enough to hold both of Yoongi’s and his skillful fingers that played guitar and painted canvas and more canvas that decorated the arts room (and even Yoongi’s room), his eyes that formed crescent moons when he smiled (Yoongi described that moment as ‘religious, even jesus would cry happy tears if he saw Hoseok smiling ’) and how they shine when they find Yoongi’s lost eyes in the cafeteria… Every detail made Yoongi daydream, thinking and thinking how to describe, in which way he could describe such perfection, sympathy and happiness that Hoseok exalted from simply being himself.
No, Yoongi doesn’t have a crush for his best friend (Yoongi also doesn’t think things like ‘ hopefully he’ll be something more in the future ’, obviously not) and anyone who says otherwise would known his fury, that consists of scrunching his nose and puff like a little kid, that maybe made Hoseok laugh a little more while both of them were at the back of the college sharing a cigarette after a week filled with tests, he doesn’t do that on purpose to make Hoseok happy, obviously not.
The movie credits were already rolling and Yoongi had not come to a conclusion, calling Hoseok seemed like a good idea two hours ago, but the neon-green numbers beside his computer kept growing and he started to think it wasn’t that good after all. He sighed, grabbed his earphones and phone and went to bed, fell on his back on the old mattress that grunted and squeaked against his body, placed an arm behind his head, got comfortable and chose a random lofi hip hop playlist from youtube.
Suffer from insomnia isn’t as cool as the internet makes it seem, principally when the cruel question (and silly, he admits to himself eventually) of calling or not calling Hoseok made his mind a mess, he probably was at some bar with his friends (he had so many that sometimes Yoongi wondered how his battery wasn't completely used from socializing with friends, friends of friends and cousins of friends that know Hoseok only by the compliments that people give him), or awake studying something with a big cup of extremely sweet coffee by his side, getting colder as the night walks to it’s inevitable end, or by coincidence (Yoongi didn’t like the word destiny , it seemed too silly and hopeful, coincidence , however, had the right level of intervention made by the universe) he was in the same situation as Yoongi, thinking if it would be socially accepted to call his future boyfriend (he suppresses a shiver, imagining that Hoseok might think of him like that), maybe Hoseok wants this as much as him, maybe Hoseok thinks about him as much as he thinks about Hoseok, maybe Hoseok is falling in love as quick as he is, but it’s all a maybe, nothing concrete, obviously not, can you imagine that, Hoseok loving Yoongi, oh my.
4:39AM
Hoseok was tired, he had came back from his dance class practically dead, he wasn’t a perfectionist, or at least not completely, he liked to be good and skilled at things he valued as useful, dancing (and many other things, like painting, singing, acting, cooking, anything that doesn’t involve numbers and formulas) is one of those things. And to make things better, his teacher was in a bad mood, making everyone practice at least one more hour, but with Hoseok everything was either zero or one hundred, either he left one hour later than normal, at nine thirty of the night, or he would go until four.
Hoseok chose the second option.
But he felt electric, while he got out of the bathroom and put on his pajamas, Hoseok thought about a million things to do at almost-five-am. He lay in bed and searched for a lofi hip hop playlist, Yoongi made him addicted to that kind of sound.
Hoseok was never a date kind of guy, he got involved with a few people during high school and even less during college, not that he saw ‘dating’ as something obligatory or necessary, as in todays society, if you aren’t independent how can you survive this world? But he wouldn’t mind making out with someone right about now, someone smaller than him so that Hoseok could hug him like he would hug a teddy bear, someone that's sensible and it’s afraid of showing that to the world but not to him, someone that always laughs at his shitty jokes, someone that hesitates in hugging him back, but that always gave in, someone, anyone really. Seriously, anyone.
from: hobihobi
- hyuuuuuuuuuuuuuuung
- help meh :(
Yoongi was so close to getting some sleep that he even felt it escaping from his small hands, as if it had materialized and dripped between his fingers to bless some lucky guy out there, that would have a good night of sleep, something that he wouldn’t get after receiving the message.
from: hobihobi
- i can’t schleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
to: hobihobi
- maybe bc u r talking to me instead of going 2 sleep?
from: hobihobi
- and u are no better than me rn bc u r answering my messages :p
Yoongi sighed, he wanted to call Hoseok, listen to his hoarse voice, imagine what would be like to lie next to him, you know, just friend things, just friends, nothing more , his mind insisted.
from: hobihobi
- forget it ¬¬
- do u wanna call me
- or smhting
- im so booooooooored dfuirewksdfjres
Yoongi’s heart definitely didn’t begin to resemble the heart of a rabbit on the run.
to: hobihobi
- sure
Hoseok’s ringtone (ivy by frank ocean, hyung, if you choose a ringtone for me, it needs to be this) started to fill the room a few seconds later, the selfie he took on Yoongi’s phone (without being aware of it, it was a nice surprise) illuminated the screen, he accepted the call
Yoongi knew what was waiting for him on the other side of the call, but when Hoseok’s hoarse voice (he was right, it was hoarse) made itself alive through the phone, he completely lost all notion of time, space and context, now everything revolved around them, even being far away from each other, he wasn’t a student with insomnia speaking to a friend that’s also a student and way more energetic, he was Min Yoongi speaking to Jung Hoseok, both were just separated physically, because listening to Hoseok’s first words, Yoongi closed his eyes and imagined himself lying next to him.
“What are you doing?” the question was a bit slurred, it was obvious that Hoseok was tired, but didn’t want to go to sleep.
Maybe it’s because he wants to keep talking to me , thought Yoongi.
“Talking to you” said Yoongi while staring at his room’s ceiling, illuminated by fluorescent stars, planets and comets, Hoseok’s idea, which is a synonym of ‘good idea’ in Yoongi’s dictionary.
Hoseok laughed, Yoongi blushed.
“I know that,” Hoseok spoke as he settled down on the bed to lie on his stomach “besides that, I mean, besides talking to me, what else?”
Nothing, i can only think about you, thought yoongi, actually, focusing on you and trying to calm my heart down after that thought.
“Listening to lofi hip hop, just watched a movie, super boring,” it would’ve been better if i had just called you instead “and you? Besides talking to me, what else?”
Hoseok thought this and that, I’m talking to you, Yoongi, and nothing more, i wouldn’t be capable of focus on anything else listening to your voice “Listening the same thing, I don’t know how you made me fall in love with this kind of music.”
“But you liked it, right?” Yoongi didn’t want to admit that his voice was drowned in doubt while asking it.
“Obviously I liked it,” said Hoseok, after all, you recommended it, how could i not like it? “but it makes me so sleepy, it’s great for when I’m having troubles with sleep.”
Yoongi decided to ignore the stars glued on his ceiling, I’m already talking to one , and turned to the window “For me it’s the opposite, I can’t rest when i listen to it, it’s weird, I don’t know.”
“But aren’t you always listening to this kind of music?” Hoseok knew that Yoongi suffered from insomnia, even though he always said it’s alright, I’m used to it, I never rest anyways , Hoseok always worried for him.
“Yeah, I am” Yoongi’s laugh sounded more like a cough, another joke with a self-degradation undertone, how original Min Yoongi, congratulations, you’re a genius.
“But did you at least take a nap?” asked Hoseok while going back to the bathroom, he forgot to wash his face before going to bed, he put the call on speaker, Yoongi’s voice ricocheted on the walls of the small room, it felt like Hoseok was in a way bigger place at that moment, listening to some kind of lecture.
“If I say yes will you stop annoying me?” asked Yoongi, smiling.
Hoseok smiled while applying a skin care product “Only if you tell me that it lasted more than an hour.” a weird sound filled Hoseok’s ears, ah, it was Yoongi huffing.
“I think it was an hour and a half, I don’t know, don’t even count the hours anymore, I know that it will always be less than five hours, for sure” Yoongi kept looking outside his window, a piece of the moon was visible.
If Hoseok was the sunshine, bright, optimistic and hopeful, Yoongi was the moonlight, quiet, matte and equally as bright as Hoseok, but they shine in a different way, complementing each other. Individually, something was always missing, but being together, they made sense, they matched.
“That’s ridiculous” grunted Hoseok, the other boy interrupted him before making another comment.
“You said you would stop annoying me, Hoseok.” said Yoongi, sighing, thinking about how they fit together made him anxious, he didn’t want to force anything between them, this anxiety would come back to bite him in the ass for sure, but he needed an excuse to stop thinking about it “I’m tired, I think I’m gonna hang up.”
Hoseok’s eyebrows went up, eyes widening, I doubt that, but it’s best to let him have a little rest “Really? Looks like the tables have turned.”
“They definitely turned, alright.” Yoongi laughed, Hoseok found the sound angelical “Bye then, good night Hobi”
Hoseok blushed at the nickname, it wasn't used often, but who was he to complain “Good night, hyung,” he tried not to stumble on his own words “get some real sleep, alright?”
“What did i tell you about annoying me?” Yoongi couldn’t contain his smile, Hoseok obviously noticing it, he was good at noticing things about Yoongi, “Bye.” he said, ending the call, throwing his phone to the empty side of his messy double bed.
6:29AM
Yoongi felt cold, speaking to Hoseok had the same sensation as when it was winter and you were in the back of your house, sitting on the floor, wearing three sweaters, trying to stop your teeth from making too much chittering noises, while the sun made you feel warm from the inside out, Hoseok was that warmth, that calmed your teeth down. But without listening to his voice on the other side of the phone, Yoongi wasn’t sitting on the floor in the back of his old house back in Daegu, diving on the morning sunshine, he was inside his room in Seul, lying down on his bed thinking about how the late night breeze, that was turning into the breeze of the quiet sunrise, browsed the papers on the writing desk and made the curtains dance, showing an urban landscape being hugged by the orange and yellow, showing the beginning of a new day.
Yoongi was in love with Hoseok, but these kind of problems, which probably contain emotional conversations and, most of the time, tears, of happiness or sadness, then it depends, were left for another day, in which Yoongi slept more than five hours.