A Better Tomorrow 1/?
Hey guys! I began to write this fic which is actually an experiment. I already know where this whole thing is heading, but I´m still a newbie to writing fics, so a little bit of help in form of critique would be highly appreciated. ...so I hope you´ll like it ^^
Also, thank you so much namjindda for beta read! ^^
It’s days like these Yoongi hates the most. It’s raining outside and he’s alone at home, there are tons of books on his desk which he has no chance of reading all till the next day, not even speaking of passing the exam which takes place in the first class. He already knows he’ll spend the whole night drowning in self pity and misery, then sleep late and miss all classes the next day. The teacher will inform his mother and he’ll get into trouble once again. This was nothing new at all, it sort of became a routine, which he couldn´t fight anymore, but instead of even trying, he grabbed his phone and dialed the number of his best friend. It didn’t even take too much effort to persuade him into drinking session at his apartment.
Three hours later, kneeling down by the toilet in Hoseok’s bathroom and clenching his hurting stomach, Yoongi doesn´t consider this as a good idea anymore. Hoseok is somewhere behind him, holding a glass of water in one hand and napkins in the other, because he knows Yoongi would ask for them at some point when he gets better, but it´s not going to be so soon if he takes into account the amount of empty soju bottles, which they left back in the living room.
“Looks like you can’t estimate the line when it’s enough lately. You look like shit.” he says dryly. It´s usually Yoongi who´s the sarcastic one, but somehow seeing him squeezing the toilet lid, he takes pity on him and fills the silence accompanied with occasional puking sounds with his speech, so the elder feels less embarrassed about his state.
In normal circumstances, Yoongi would shoot a curse at him or just say something ironic like he always does, but a wave of nausea rushes over him and he squeezes the lid harder, trying to suppress it, because there is nothing left to vomit and it hurts like a bitch.
A silent groan escapes him and he wishes he'd never left his room. He wishes he would start to read those dumb books weeks before and could go to school tomorrow with a clear conscience, not burdened by remorse of always disappointing his mother and falling lower and lower in her eyes every time . He wishes he could be a normal kid like his other classmates, that his only worry would be telling his mother he´d gotten a B in math instead of an A. His head could hurt less and his stomach could calm down a bit. While thinking of the last of his wishes, he makes a promise to himself that he won’t drink ever again, making Hoseok swear he won't say yes to him the next time he calls him, even if he would beg him…
The first thing he notices the next morning is that he’s not in his own bed. His neck is terribly cramped because of some fluffy object which is definitely not a plushie, because Hoseok doesn’t have any plushies, for fucks sake. The latter is still asleep only a few inches away from him, they both are still in their clothes, tees slightly crumpled from sleep and a faint smell of alcohol lingers over them as a reminder of yesterday's activities.
Pulsing pain shoots up to his head when he tries to sit up and he immediately whines, once again regretting his little night trip. The clock on his phone says it´s almost noon and an unpleasant feeling settles down in his stomach. He should be in school now and Hoseok not being an exception should be there too, the whole thing making Yoongi feel like punching himself because he is the one who made him stay at home. Even their teacher said Yoongi had a bad influence on his friends, practically on all his classmates, but Hoseok just laughed and waved him off when he heard that.
He seemingly didn´t like the whole idea of getting up when Yoongi reached over and tried to wake him. Seconds later, he was granted with a loud growl and “fuck off’’ from the younger, as he turned to the other side, shifting further into the warm blankets and leaving no room for other attempts to kick him out of bed.
“I'm going home.” Yoongi mutters with a heavy sigh as he slowly slips out of the sheets, mentally slapping himself for getting wasted in the middle of the week as his head cringes at the mere shaky movement. There is no response coming from Hoseok, but it's all right because it's not like he waited for any. It´s not the first nor the second time this scenario happened, so he's perfectly fine with leaving by himself. He knows where to find the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk, and he knows that he has to rinse the glass right after because Miss Jung is quite strict about the cleanliness in her household.
The thing which is a mystery to him is actually the navy blue coat hanging from the place where his own coat hangs usually, when he comes home. There is one more, a grey one right beside, and a fluffy red scarf which he has never seen before.
“Omma?” he tries experimentally, because none of the coats look like their property and there is a strong smell of perfume, which for sure does not belong to his mother, since she likes only light floral fragrances. "Perhaps she brought a friend over?" he thinks.
As he walks past the living room, he spots two people sitting on the couch, a woman who he recognizes as her mother's colleague and a young boy which is probably her son, assuming by the fact he looks way too young to be a part of the company his mother is working for, presumably even younger than Yoongi himself. He doesn't stop to say hi to Miss Park; because he doesn't know the boy and he's not in the mood to deal with him, when his mother decides he should make him company while she talks to her friend, however rude it may sound. He makes his way to his own room instead, plans of writing lyrics about his shitty day already forming in his head. He should enjoy his freedom, because by now his mother definitely knows he hadn't made it to school today…
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Also, thank you so much namjindda for beta read! ^^
It’s days like these Yoongi hates the most. It’s raining outside and he’s alone at home, there are tons of books on his desk which he has no chance of reading all till the next day, not even speaking of passing the exam which takes place in the first class. He already knows he’ll spend the whole night drowning in self pity and misery, then sleep late and miss all classes the next day. The teacher will inform his mother and he’ll get into trouble once again. This was nothing new at all, it sort of became a routine, which he couldn´t fight anymore, but instead of even trying, he grabbed his phone and dialed the number of his best friend. It didn’t even take too much effort to persuade him into drinking session at his apartment.
Three hours later, kneeling down by the toilet in Hoseok’s bathroom and clenching his hurting stomach, Yoongi doesn´t consider this as a good idea anymore. Hoseok is somewhere behind him, holding a glass of water in one hand and napkins in the other, because he knows Yoongi would ask for them at some point when he gets better, but it´s not going to be so soon if he takes into account the amount of empty soju bottles, which they left back in the living room.
“Looks like you can’t estimate the line when it’s enough lately. You look like shit.” he says dryly. It´s usually Yoongi who´s the sarcastic one, but somehow seeing him squeezing the toilet lid, he takes pity on him and fills the silence accompanied with occasional puking sounds with his speech, so the elder feels less embarrassed about his state.
In normal circumstances, Yoongi would shoot a curse at him or just say something ironic like he always does, but a wave of nausea rushes over him and he squeezes the lid harder, trying to suppress it, because there is nothing left to vomit and it hurts like a bitch.
A silent groan escapes him and he wishes he'd never left his room. He wishes he would start to read those dumb books weeks before and could go to school tomorrow with a clear conscience, not burdened by remorse of always disappointing his mother and falling lower and lower in her eyes every time . He wishes he could be a normal kid like his other classmates, that his only worry would be telling his mother he´d gotten a B in math instead of an A. His head could hurt less and his stomach could calm down a bit. While thinking of the last of his wishes, he makes a promise to himself that he won’t drink ever again, making Hoseok swear he won't say yes to him the next time he calls him, even if he would beg him…
The first thing he notices the next morning is that he’s not in his own bed. His neck is terribly cramped because of some fluffy object which is definitely not a plushie, because Hoseok doesn’t have any plushies, for fucks sake. The latter is still asleep only a few inches away from him, they both are still in their clothes, tees slightly crumpled from sleep and a faint smell of alcohol lingers over them as a reminder of yesterday's activities.
Pulsing pain shoots up to his head when he tries to sit up and he immediately whines, once again regretting his little night trip. The clock on his phone says it´s almost noon and an unpleasant feeling settles down in his stomach. He should be in school now and Hoseok not being an exception should be there too, the whole thing making Yoongi feel like punching himself because he is the one who made him stay at home. Even their teacher said Yoongi had a bad influence on his friends, practically on all his classmates, but Hoseok just laughed and waved him off when he heard that.
He seemingly didn´t like the whole idea of getting up when Yoongi reached over and tried to wake him. Seconds later, he was granted with a loud growl and “fuck off’’ from the younger, as he turned to the other side, shifting further into the warm blankets and leaving no room for other attempts to kick him out of bed.
“I'm going home.” Yoongi mutters with a heavy sigh as he slowly slips out of the sheets, mentally slapping himself for getting wasted in the middle of the week as his head cringes at the mere shaky movement. There is no response coming from Hoseok, but it's all right because it's not like he waited for any. It´s not the first nor the second time this scenario happened, so he's perfectly fine with leaving by himself. He knows where to find the kitchen to pour himself a glass of milk, and he knows that he has to rinse the glass right after because Miss Jung is quite strict about the cleanliness in her household.
The thing which is a mystery to him is actually the navy blue coat hanging from the place where his own coat hangs usually, when he comes home. There is one more, a grey one right beside, and a fluffy red scarf which he has never seen before.
“Omma?” he tries experimentally, because none of the coats look like their property and there is a strong smell of perfume, which for sure does not belong to his mother, since she likes only light floral fragrances. "Perhaps she brought a friend over?" he thinks.
As he walks past the living room, he spots two people sitting on the couch, a woman who he recognizes as her mother's colleague and a young boy which is probably her son, assuming by the fact he looks way too young to be a part of the company his mother is working for, presumably even younger than Yoongi himself. He doesn't stop to say hi to Miss Park; because he doesn't know the boy and he's not in the mood to deal with him, when his mother decides he should make him company while she talks to her friend, however rude it may sound. He makes his way to his own room instead, plans of writing lyrics about his shitty day already forming in his head. He should enjoy his freedom, because by now his mother definitely knows he hadn't made it to school today…
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