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newyearcntdownTitle Longest Night
Author/Artiststonepicnicking_okapi
Length/Size of work 500
Summary Suga is plagued by doubts and fears on the longest night of the year.
Rating Gen
Warnings None.
Other content notes Angst with a happy ending.
Fandom (optional) BTS
Pairing (optional) Suga/J-hope [slash goggles optional]
Beta (optional) None
Disclaimer (mandatory only if not original work) I do not own BTS or its members. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Yoongi checked the clock.
Four o’clock.
Why did these things always come on him at four o’clock in the morning?
The doubts. The memories.
The fears.
Being lost. Being swept away by a current he couldn’t control.
Forgetting. Remembering.
Yoongi paced, no purpose, just wandering from room to room, barefoot, in the dark. Everything was quiet. The only sound was Holly’s soft puppy snuffling.
Yoongi stopped when he reached the bottle. It would be an easy solution, drink until everything faded, including the demons lurking in the corners of his mind with their jagged claws closing round his heart. But a part of Yoongi was nagging at him not to start, not to pour the first glass.
Why not? No, maybe not. No, it wasn’t the answer. Or it wasn’t the right answer.
Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He hesitated. He found his phone. He hesitated again. He swore softly.
And then he tapped the screen.
“Talk to me.”
The voice was gravely and slurred.
“I woke you up.” Of course, he did. It was past four in the morning. “I woke you up.”
Yoongi didn’t like to state the obvious once, much less twice, but he was nervous as hell.
“Talk to me, Min Yoongi,” the voice insisted, becoming clearer with every syllable. “What’s going on in that funny brain of yours?”
“It’s the longest night of the year, Jung Hoseok.” There was a hum on the other end. “You know, winter solstice. I was just feeling, uh, sort of, I don’t know.”
“Sad? Depressed? Lonely?”
“Yes.” Yoongi blinked into the darkness. “It seems like the night won’t ever end.” He cringed at his own words, but the reply came smooth and even and firm.
“It will. Sooner than you think.”
“It seems like every choice I’ve ever made was the wrong one.”
“You’ve made good choices. A few bad ones, too, but mostly good ones. Just like the rest of us. What makes you think your exempt from humanity, Min Yoongi?”
Yoongi smiled. “Genius,” he said with mock arrogance.
“Your brain needs to talk to my hips. They’ll remind him of just how far genius gets you at, damn, four o’clock in the morning.”
Yoongi laughed, then his smile faded. “Quarantine sucks.”
“Go play me a song.”
“What, now?”
“Yeah. Play whatever’s in your head right now. Get it out.”
“You want me to compose, right now, at four o’clock in the morning?”
“You got something better to do? Like cry or drink yourself into a stupor?”
Yoongi snorted. “Uh, I’ll wake Holly up.”
“Who cares? He can sleep tomorrow. This is more important. Go. Bring the phone. I want to hear it.”
---
Yoongi woke some hours later. It was morning.
He felt…good. He blinked.
There was a hand in his.
“Hobi?”
Hobi smiled.
“You broke into my place?”
“You gave me a key a long time ago.”
“What about quarantine?”
“Mine’s over. I’m staying with you until Christmas. How’s that sound?”
Holly woofed.
Author/Artist
stonepicnicking_okapiLength/Size of work 500
Summary Suga is plagued by doubts and fears on the longest night of the year.
Rating Gen
Warnings None.
Other content notes Angst with a happy ending.
Fandom (optional) BTS
Pairing (optional) Suga/J-hope [slash goggles optional]
Beta (optional) None
Disclaimer (mandatory only if not original work) I do not own BTS or its members. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Yoongi checked the clock.
Four o’clock.
Why did these things always come on him at four o’clock in the morning?
The doubts. The memories.
The fears.
Being lost. Being swept away by a current he couldn’t control.
Forgetting. Remembering.
Yoongi paced, no purpose, just wandering from room to room, barefoot, in the dark. Everything was quiet. The only sound was Holly’s soft puppy snuffling.
Yoongi stopped when he reached the bottle. It would be an easy solution, drink until everything faded, including the demons lurking in the corners of his mind with their jagged claws closing round his heart. But a part of Yoongi was nagging at him not to start, not to pour the first glass.
Why not? No, maybe not. No, it wasn’t the answer. Or it wasn’t the right answer.
Yoongi ran a hand through his hair and sighed. He hesitated. He found his phone. He hesitated again. He swore softly.
And then he tapped the screen.
“Talk to me.”
The voice was gravely and slurred.
“I woke you up.” Of course, he did. It was past four in the morning. “I woke you up.”
Yoongi didn’t like to state the obvious once, much less twice, but he was nervous as hell.
“Talk to me, Min Yoongi,” the voice insisted, becoming clearer with every syllable. “What’s going on in that funny brain of yours?”
“It’s the longest night of the year, Jung Hoseok.” There was a hum on the other end. “You know, winter solstice. I was just feeling, uh, sort of, I don’t know.”
“Sad? Depressed? Lonely?”
“Yes.” Yoongi blinked into the darkness. “It seems like the night won’t ever end.” He cringed at his own words, but the reply came smooth and even and firm.
“It will. Sooner than you think.”
“It seems like every choice I’ve ever made was the wrong one.”
“You’ve made good choices. A few bad ones, too, but mostly good ones. Just like the rest of us. What makes you think your exempt from humanity, Min Yoongi?”
Yoongi smiled. “Genius,” he said with mock arrogance.
“Your brain needs to talk to my hips. They’ll remind him of just how far genius gets you at, damn, four o’clock in the morning.”
Yoongi laughed, then his smile faded. “Quarantine sucks.”
“Go play me a song.”
“What, now?”
“Yeah. Play whatever’s in your head right now. Get it out.”
“You want me to compose, right now, at four o’clock in the morning?”
“You got something better to do? Like cry or drink yourself into a stupor?”
Yoongi snorted. “Uh, I’ll wake Holly up.”
“Who cares? He can sleep tomorrow. This is more important. Go. Bring the phone. I want to hear it.”
---
Yoongi woke some hours later. It was morning.
He felt…good. He blinked.
There was a hand in his.
“Hobi?”
Hobi smiled.
“You broke into my place?”
“You gave me a key a long time ago.”
“What about quarantine?”
“Mine’s over. I’m staying with you until Christmas. How’s that sound?”
Holly woofed.
