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The crashing of the window was so unexpected and loud that Yoongi fell clear off the bed he was laying on.
He lay there for a long moment, wondering if he was imagining the noise, he hadn’t seen another human in almost six months now, not since Hobi had left for the city. There was another crash and Yoongi quickly stood, grabbing his small gun from the bedside table before quietly walking down the stairs of the large farmhouse. He slowly peeked around the doorway leading into the front room and sighed. There was a figure in the process of climbing into the window in the living room. He kept his hand with the gun behind his back and walked two steps into the room before he spoke, voice slightly rusty. He spoke to the animals but not otherwise.
“Get out,” He says, trying to sound scary.
It probably wasn’t scary, but the figure jumped, falling the last bit into the room flat onto his back. Yoongi hides his wince as he sees the shards of glass the man had landed on. And yes, it was a man. A man with very fluffy hair, a broad smile, and very pretty eyes.
The shriek the man had let out finally registers in Yoongi’s mind and he raises one eyebrow at the man. He just smiles up at Yoongi as if he had achieved something spectacular.
“I know this is the end of the world or whatever, but you could have knocked on the door instead of breaking into my house,” Yoongi says gloomily to the man.
“Oh, my apologies!” The man gets up, and he’s taller than Yoongi, “If I knew someone lived here, I would have. I promise I wasn’t expecting to see a human today.”
Yoongi considers this and then shakes his head, why was he entertaining a stranger who was probably out for blood like that one man he had come across two months ago? That man was the reason Yoongi had had a special trip to the city to raid the gun shop.
“Get out of my house,” He says, hand still hiding his gun in case he needed it.
The man's happy expression flickers but recovers quickly, “You don’t really want me to leave do you?”
Yoongi is surprised by the confidence oozing off this man’s body, but he recovers quickly, frowning, “No, I want you to leave so I can fix my window and then go back to my nap. Which you interrupted.”
The man does take a step back toward the window, showing off his perfect profile as he glances around at the shards of glass on the floor, “Don’t you get lonely out here alone? I do.”
“No.”
“Well, I think this is a great opportunity to make a friend! I’m Jin!” The man holds his hand out to shake, a cheerful smile back on his face.
Yoongi stares at him and before he can stop himself blurts out, “Absolutely not, I have read too many books like this, you are not going to be my love interest, and I don’t want friends.”
The man, Jin, blinks at him, hand still held out in the air, empty, and then his face turns into a mask of determination, “Well, I think I’m going to move in across the street for a while, I will make a friend out of you one way or another, you are too cute to leave out here by yourself.”
Yoongi gapes, gun totally forgotten at his side, as the taller man has the audacity to wink at him and then takes one last step back, and somehow makes his exit look incredibly graceful despite it being through the broken window of the living room.
Once he’s gone, Yoongi stands stock still for a long while, trying to process the past five minutes. Finally, he sighs, deflating. He looks around at the broken glass and slowly starts to pick it up, considering what to do with it. He decides to save it in case he needs it for something and finds a plastic tub to put it all in.
When he stands to look at the empty window frame he frowns as the man, Jin, waves at him from the unbroken window of the house across the street.
Yoongi just glares at him and turns away from the window, wondering why this random gorgeous man had decided that he needed to bother Yoongi and his peaceful little existence.
Yoongi ends up just covering the window with an old towel, using small anils he finds in one of the old barns that his uncle had used as a workshop to tack it up until he can go into the small town and look for a new pane of glass.
He decides to deal with actually fixing it in the morning and goes about the rest of his daily routine, checking all of the farms he was trying to keep running and feeding all of his animals in the evening before heating a can of soup on the stove that was still working thanks to the many solar panels his uncle had the smart idea to install.
After his dinner he got a bit curious and tried to peek out his unbroken front window at the house across the street, wondering what this Jin person was up to. He turned away disappointed when he didn’t see anything, not even a light in the window as the sun was disappearing behind the hills.
He shrugged and quickly picked up Buttercup, the kitten he had found in the apple orchard a few weeks ago. Buttercup curls into Yoongi’s neck and sighs happily when Yoongi curls himself into his bed for the night. A few of the dogs come in and lay down on the floor around the bedroom and soon everyone falls asleep, lulled by the absence of the sun and the sound of crickets outside the windows.