BTS HYYH Notes (Book 1, 2, BUS Game) // COMPLETE [Part 1]

2022, Apr 11 - Yoongi (Small Reunion At Container)

[Places: Workroom, container town]

(A/N: Loop #1.)

The phone continues to ring. It doesn't let up. I ignored it, partly due to my drunken stupor and partly because I don't want to talk. Fine, alright. You win. "Hello?"

Hoseok's voice sounds from the other side. "Oh, Yoongi hyung! You picked up!"

"Yeah. What is it?"

"Namjoon-ie wants to hang out later..."

"I'm not going."

"Ey~ don't be like that. Seokjin hyung's here, too. Do you want to talk to Jungkook? I called him earlier, but he didn't pick up."

"He probably didn't want to."

"But he might pick up if you call him. Call him and let me know! I'll be waiting!"

"Hah... I'm hanging up now."

My thoughts start getting complicated. Looking back, that kid was my shadow. I couldn't ignore him, even if he wasn't speaking to me. And I kept looking out for him, because it seem like he'd fall apart if he was ignored.

I considered leaving it be, but my fingers are already dialing Jungkook's number.

(A/N: Read Jungkook's POV on the same day.)

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(A/N: Loop #2.)

I walked on, paying attention to Jungkook's footsteps following behind me. A string of containers appeared along the long stretch of railroad.

"It's the fourth one from the end."

Hoseok said he was meeting with Namjoon and Taehyung, and told me to come. I said, I would, but I didn't really mean it. I hated getting tangled up with others, and Hoseok knew it. He couldn't have thought that I'd actually show up.

When I opened the door, Hoseok looked surprised. Then, after seeing Jungkook, he came towards us, making that exaggerated gesture of his, with a face full of mixed feelings. Jungkook turned away, probably to hide his bruised lips.

I passed Jungkook and Hoseok, and walked into the container.

"How long has it been?" Hoseok, who was trying to hug Jungkook, and Jungkook, who was trying to side step his hug, continued to spar with each other.

After a little while, Namjoon came in with Taehyung. Taehyung's t-shirt was ripped. We asked what happened, and Namjoon pretended to knuckle Taehyung on the head. "This guy got arrested again for his graffiti, so I had to get him out."

Taehyung went on about how his t-shirt got ripped as he was trying to run away from the police.

I flopped down in one corner and looked at them. Namjoon give Taehyung a t-shirt to put on and Hoseok took out hamburgers and drinks. Jungkook was standing there, awkwardly, looking around. Come to think of it, we were just like this back in high school, in that classroom-turned-storage room, Namjoon always got laughed at while trying to reason with Taehyung, Hoseok was always bustling around, and Jungkook always paced around like he never knew where to stand.

How long had it'd been? I couldn't recall the last time we'd all been together. What happened to Seokjin hyung and Jimin? I wondered, although it wasn't in my character. I'd never been here before, but it felt strangely comfortable.

I looked out the door. Suddenly, I felt an urge to run out of this place. A mysterious anxiety flooded in after that inexplicable peacefulness. My thoughts settled on that room we used as a hideout in high school. We used to laugh and chat together, but those days were long gone. Likewise, the time we spend here will come to an end.

Is there any point to this good feeling, sudden sense of belonging, and groundless anticipation?