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theblueintheday2015-09-17 05:27 pm
bluedreaming) wrote in theblueintheday2015-09-17 05:27 pm
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[team sonic] spin it sideways
First word from here.
Title from Placebo's Without you I'm nothing. This story is inspired by the 140913 Jin & Rap Monster Log.
This isn't the first time Seokjin has opened the refrigerator, and he knows that nothing is going to mysteriously appear on the empty shelf where the meat should be, but he checks anyway because it's 3:30 AM, technically already Namjoon's birthday, and he has miyeok but no meet.
No miyeokguk for Namjoon's birthday.
He opens the fridge door again and leans his head against the cool metal; he's exhausted and they have to be up for schedule tomorrow—today—at six. That's in less than three hours, more like two because Jeongguk always needs extra time waking up. He should go to sleep already and forget about it, postpone the miyeokguk for some other time, Namjoon will understand—right?—but he spent four hours getting reading for Jeongguk's last birthday and this is Namjoon. . .
there's still no meat in the fridge, the pale light blinking in the dark. Seokjin closes his eyes; contemplates heading out to buy some. The fridge is bare though, there are so many other things he should buy then; he's already assembling a list in his head when the floor creaks and Yoongi walks in, bare feet barely making any sound. His hair is a mess and he's squinting.
"What are you doing?" he asks, opening the cupboard to take a glass, fumbling it between his fingers and almost dropping it in the sink before he manages to fill it from the slim filter tap
"We don't have any meat," Seokjin replies, face muffled in the fridge. He can hear the water stop as Yoongi twists the tap closed, takes a gulp of water. "Why are you still awake?"
"Working on stuff but I'm going to sleep now." There's a pause, a shifting of weight. "You should sleep too."
"It's Namjoon's birthday," Seokjin explains, slowly closing the frige, "and we have miyeok but no meat." Yoongi looks at him in the silence, an unspoken message passing between them.
"It's your sleep," Yoongi says finally, shrugging as he leaves the kitchen. Go to sleep, Namjoon will understand, is what he doesn't say, but Seokjin gets the message all the same.
I'll make it up to you somehow.
Title from Placebo's Without you I'm nothing. This story is inspired by the 140913 Jin & Rap Monster Log.
This isn't the first time Seokjin has opened the refrigerator, and he knows that nothing is going to mysteriously appear on the empty shelf where the meat should be, but he checks anyway because it's 3:30 AM, technically already Namjoon's birthday, and he has miyeok but no meet.
No miyeokguk for Namjoon's birthday.
He opens the fridge door again and leans his head against the cool metal; he's exhausted and they have to be up for schedule tomorrow—today—at six. That's in less than three hours, more like two because Jeongguk always needs extra time waking up. He should go to sleep already and forget about it, postpone the miyeokguk for some other time, Namjoon will understand—right?—but he spent four hours getting reading for Jeongguk's last birthday and this is Namjoon. . .
there's still no meat in the fridge, the pale light blinking in the dark. Seokjin closes his eyes; contemplates heading out to buy some. The fridge is bare though, there are so many other things he should buy then; he's already assembling a list in his head when the floor creaks and Yoongi walks in, bare feet barely making any sound. His hair is a mess and he's squinting.
"What are you doing?" he asks, opening the cupboard to take a glass, fumbling it between his fingers and almost dropping it in the sink before he manages to fill it from the slim filter tap
"We don't have any meat," Seokjin replies, face muffled in the fridge. He can hear the water stop as Yoongi twists the tap closed, takes a gulp of water. "Why are you still awake?"
"Working on stuff but I'm going to sleep now." There's a pause, a shifting of weight. "You should sleep too."
"It's Namjoon's birthday," Seokjin explains, slowly closing the frige, "and we have miyeok but no meat." Yoongi looks at him in the silence, an unspoken message passing between them.
"It's your sleep," Yoongi says finally, shrugging as he leaves the kitchen. Go to sleep, Namjoon will understand, is what he doesn't say, but Seokjin gets the message all the same.
I'll make it up to you somehow.
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Also lmao Seokjin being up later than Yoongi, poor bb
and of courrrrrrse he'll understand ;o;
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I wrote this after that diary journal - I need to link it here
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remembers namjoon whining
whimpers more
ugh i love hyungline thank you <333
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Also lmao Seokjin being up later than Yoongi, poor bb
and of courrrrrrse he'll understand ;o;
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giggles