TOXIC.

dix-sept

seokjin nearly dropped the frying pan as a crash resonated around the flat, followed by a frustrated scream. when he composed himself quickly, he placed the pan over the stove and sprinted out of the kitchen.

he saw yoongi pacing back and forth, both hands pulling on his now platinum blonde hair as he gritted his teeth in anger. seokjin's eyes scanned the room, and his mouth fell agape at the sight of what seemed to be yoongi's smart phone at the other side of the living room. he concluded that it was the one that caused the crash that nearly had his nails on his foot dead.

a sigh left the older's lips, as the younger continued to think over what he was thinking, not giving any attention to his best friend's presence. "don't you think it's best to leave him alone? you've been doing that for almost a month now."

"no!" the disapproval came out as a scream that made seokjin flinch, but he still stood his ground. "yoongi was aware at the volume, but he didn't have any bit of care of what would others think as of now, let alone his best friend. "why does he keep declining it?"

seokjin couldn't help but click his tongue, stretching his arms in front of him. he had thoughts that it was best to go back, yoongi would follow anyways. "you won't be able to contact him if you're not calm." 

"how can i stay calm if he doesn't pick up the phone?! i'm not used to this! he knows i don't like it when he doesn't answer my calls as soon as possible!" yoongi proclaimed, flailing his arms around in a frustrated manner, as if he was explaining in a sign language to seokjin who already went back to the kitchen.

seokjin turned on the stove, eyeing the fire to see if it was at the right temperature. "i told you, give the boy some space."

"i've been giving him some space for a week now since you told me, hyung! and it's about damn time he comes and just give me a five minute talk!" the blonde sat on the stool, slamming his fists on the table that surprised seokjin again.

the brunette nearly had a heart attack, turning on his heel to get the marinated beef that he had brought over from his apartment, shooting the younger a glare at the corner of his eye. "you know you do this to him too when you go missing in action. in fact, you even do worst. cheating on him with your sexcapades and spending time gambling and smoking instead of giving him a wonderful date. you're just getting a taste of your own medicine."

"ugh, stop scolding me. you're like my mother." yoongi couldn't help but roll his eyes in the process, slumping on the table in defeat. "i just... want to talk to him. i'm not mad."

"you sure?" seokjin arched a brow even though he wasn't facing the younger. he carefully dropped the beef on the frying pan, smiling in delight as sizzling sounds started to drum on his ears. "last time i check, you were holding a knife while cursing on him and this mysterious guy you beat up that was trying to save jimin." 

it was true, though. and believe him, it was one of seokjin's worst and scary situations that had ever occured in his entire life.

seokjin got a call while he was visiting his father's bar, supervising the clean ups and casually flirting with a particular waiter. and ten seconds in the call, he came to a hospital, rushing over without anything at hand but his phone and worried self.

the brunette nearly cried at the state that yoongi was in three weeks ago. bedridden, shallow breaths leaving his mouth, a huge white bandage wrapped around his head, and an almost lifeless body. if it wasn't for the constant beeping of the machine that shows his steady heart beat, seokjin would've thought it was his time already. but on the side note, seokjin nearly jumped off the window of yoongi's room at the sixth floor of the hospital when he heard what had happened.