yugyeom cannot remember a time he was asleep this long. he's honestly not much of a sleeper, prefers to stay awake with his thoughts, make up scenes in his head, (think of bambam), re-read his favorite screenplays.
the couch is an uncomfortable place to wake up from, though it's not as terrible as the wet grass from saturday morning. nora is nowhere to be seen, probably having snuck out through wherever it is that she sneaks out through to roam outside.
the television has powered off somewhere between his slumber and the evening light pours in delicately through the heavy curtains that block the window.
yugyeom groans as he stretches and cracks bones. he's about to get up and use the restroom when the front door is slammed opened, startling yugyeom so much he ends up falling off the couch and hitting his head on the coffee table, scratching his elbow too.
"oh thank fuck, he's alive."
yugyeom isn't sure if he wants to strangle jackson when he recuperates his vision or if he's comforted that his friends have come to check up on him.
there's a nasty bump fluorescing on the side of his forehead though, so he goes with his first option of kicking jackson out of his house.
"what in the hell – ow." yugyeom sits up and grumbles curses, glaring at jackson who sends him a goofy smile.
jinyoung is soon rushing inside, bags of grocery food weighing it down. he looks happy to see yugyeom, dumping the bags onto the small dining table.
"hey yourself yugs," jinyoung chirps, "where'd you go last night?"
jackson closes the door, the scent of rain has wafted its way into the living room, mixing up with the aroma of vanilla and cinnamon candles jaebum has scattered around the house. yugyeom gulps, rubbing at the bump softly as to not irritate it.
"came home a while after you two abandoned me," he lies.
yugyeom decides against telling his friends about the argument between him and bambam and about kissing jungkook – he's trying really hard not to think about that.
"you know, since you are both horrible friends who drag innocent people to boring parties."
jackson sniffs, giving him a stink eye. "it wasn't that bad, besides, bambam was there."
yugyeom flinches as the name is spoken out loud, he's glad jinyoung has busied himself with putting away the food. he's sure jinyoung would have pried deeper.
"what does that have anything to do?" he avoids staring at jackson, grabbing the plate of his food from earlier and washing it.
yugyeom can feel jackson's stare running lasers over him, looking at little too closely into yugyeom's personal space. he's glad jaebum's hoodie is able to hide away the hickies around his neck.
"nothing," jackson finally responds, his voice lilting at the ends.
yugyeom rolls his eyes and accepts the bag of banana chips jinyoung throws his way.
"anyways, the real question here is where did you and jinyoung run off too?" huh, interesting, jackson is carefully inspecting the thin layer of dust on the floor and jinyoung's jaw is clenching. "one minute you two were dancing and the next you were gone."
jinyoung starts chopping up zucchini, carrots, and spinach, his eyes looking directly at jackson as he harshly and thoroughly slices the carrots.
"oh me? i just went for a drink."
"translation: he went to make out with mila." jinyoung growls out, his face enraged.
it's actually pretty funny to yugyeom, how jinyoung always seems so indifferent about the people that flirt with jackson but can't help and feel that possessive anger when he sees jackson hang off people's shoulder.
though, this time it's a little different. this time jackson was making out with a girl, something that the chinese boy definitely regretted if the way his face falls when jinyoung ignores his "it was a peck!"
guess we were all kissing the phantoms of who we love, the other night, right?
"wait, who is mila?"
yugyeom moves to grab the pot and turn on the heat. jinyoung's lips fold themselves into a sneer. "yea jackson, who is mila?"
when yugyeom looks up to stare at jackson in confusion, the older boy is biting his lip and curling his shoulders upwards.
he looks so pitiful, all sad brown eyes and pouted lips. it's cute. jinyoung begins to fry up the veggies while yugyeom starts cooking the beef and heating up the left over rice.
"she's a friend –"
"a friend who you make out with?"
jackson groans and yugyeom can't help but laugh. he makes his way out of the kitchen where the rumbles of jackson and jinyoung's arguing follow him.
those two idiots, pining after one another, yugyeom swears that any of these days he's going to explode and force them to reveal their feelings. (sound familiar?)
he enters his room, surprised to see nora napping on his bed. he's quick to turn off the record player and put away the disk, grabbing the hidden pack of cigarettes he has lying behind his Starboy album.
before walking back downstairs, he grabs his up all night tape playlist from one of his shelves and the spiderman comic book.
yugyeom rushes to the kitchen a little afraid that jackson is lying dead on the ground, but comes upon jackson looking out the back door that is open with the screen-door separating them from the outside.
jinyoung's back is tense, moving around the food frying with a little too much force. yugyeom sighs, they'll figure it out (hopefully).
he sticks the tape into the old boombox jaebum has had since he was a baby and instantly the voice of The Volunteers drifts loudly into the awkward bubble that has wrapped itself around them.
yugyeom opens the screen-door and welcomes in the fresh smell of rain and cool spring air. jackson is staring at jinyoung with soft, glowing eyes and every time jinyoung turns to the left a little too much jackson looks away while the korean boy watches him through the corner of his eyes.
seriously, yugyeom's gonna blabber them out any day now. he rolls his eyes at their antics and plops out a cigarette, lighting up and bobbing his head to the song.
since yugyeom has stepped outside, it's almost like a completely different realm. he can hear the soft voice of Groove Armanda singing At the River and it feels almost like that friday night or saturday morning.
when yugyeom was smoking a cigarette and the alcohol was buzzing around his mind and he was watching jackson and jinyoung through the glass door as they danced.
but this time yugyeom is sober, it's cool and instead of rows of expensive roses there are yellow daisies and orange hibiscus flowering brightly. this time there are no dancing bodies revolving around them, instead cooking bibimpap.
it's surreal, and yugyeom smiles through the cigarette resting against his lips as jackson and jinyoung turn to look at one another before smiling like two fools.
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black holes.
Fanfiction"but have you seen that boy, he makes the sun come to its knees every night."
