It was Sunday. It was no surprise that Yoongi couldn't sleep last night. He was sick of twisting and turning, so he ended up finishing half of the school work he missed out on in six months.

Yes, he finished that much in one sleepless night. That was probably why he didn't sleep.

Sunday was a day feared by teenagers and adults alike. The day their smiles and adrenaline faded. Why? Because it was the day before the most hated one. They despised that day. There's exceptions to this, but Yoongi wasn't one of those exceptions.

He used to be too indifferent to care, but now he couldn't escape it. It: the hate directed at this specific day.

He would have to go back to socializing and experiencing life as a high school girl. He would have to face them. He would have to try to befriend others. The sentence alone made him want to dig his own grave - five feet under the ground - and just sleep there hoping he would have better luck in his next life. Maybe he could be reincarnated into a stone. He wouldn't have to do anything and just sit there lifelessly.

Sadly, when he was actually set on doing so, there was a knock on the door. It was a sign that it wouldn't be so easy.

Is it Ki-hyun? He said he was going to visit today.

It couldn't be anyone else. Or maybe he was forgetting his bad luck somewhere, because he just found it. Yoongi knew where it was when he opened the door and saw who it was.

He stood there with a bowl in hand and a smile. His tall frame hovering over Yoongi, but that was the least of his worries.

Their eyes met when he turned his head instinctively after hearing the door creak open.

"Huh?" He said just as flabbergasted as Yoongi was.

He blinked several times.

"Min Yoon Ji?"

Soon after, his parted lips was replaced by a grin. "Hey! You moved here too? That's so cool!" He exclaimed, finding this coincidence a nice one. The opposite of Yoongi's thoughts.

The young man noticed 'Yoon Ji's' dazed expression. He pointed at himself.

"I'm Kim Seokjin. We had lunch together," he said, trying to jog 'her' memory.

Yoongi took a breathe in before plastering his face with a weak yet convincing smile. "Oh, yes. I remember you. Sorry, I'm just a little tired."

How he became such a good actor was one of life's mysteries.

Seokjin took notice of the dark shade under Yoongi's eyes and his messy raven hair. His eyes drooped down every now and then. Seokjin presumed that flu of hers didn't quite disappear yet. Her voice was still raspy too.

"Um," Seokjin stood awkwardly - almost intimidated by this person who was way shorter than him. He barely knew her well, which made him a little uncomfortable seeing her in this state - pajamas and all.

Yoongi hummed.

"Here. This is for you." Seokjin lifted the closed bowl.

Yoongi eyed the bowl with raised eyebrows as he blinked. "For me?" He questioned. The taller young man nodded enthusiastically. "I made soup. It's not one of my strong suits, but I wanted to give it to my new neighbors," he explained.

Yoongi stared at the bowl. Then he looked back at his new neighbor, which is something he was going to dread. He had mentally added this neighborhood-thing on the long list of 'reasons-why-to-sleep-and-never-wake-up'.

Seokjin wasn't going to leave on his own, so Yoongi had no choice but to talk. "Thank you," he responded softly, "You made it?"

"Yes, what is with that look!?"

Yoongi nodded with a hum, inadvertently appearing to be unconvinced.

Seokjin flinched.

"Stop it." His eyes went wide - feeling offended yet he blatantly tried to speak English. "I'm not doing anything," was his dry reply.

"You are: you are judging me."

"What makes you think that?" Inquired Yoongi, narrowing his eyes. "That!" Seokjin pointed out his action.

"Jin Hyung? Why are you shouting at the neighbors?" Someone asked. Both of them snapped their heads towards the person's direction.

Yoongi felt the need to go buy that shovel when he saw yet another classmate. His weird dyed hair and disapproving gaze targetting Seokjin was all Yoongi needed to recognize Kim Namjoon.

Yoongi considered closing the door right in their faces, but he knew better not to. He wished he could though.

Please don't say these two will be living here together.

He's probably helping this Seokjin guy.

Unfortunately, he had a knack for attracting problems. Or was it that he found everything bad?

Namjoon jogged his way towards them. His smile perfectly reflected the opposite of Yoongi's expression and mood. "Is this one of our new neighbo--" Namjoon flinched back and held his hands out in defense. One glance at Yoongi was enough to make Kim Namjoon react in that way.

Seokjin laughed at his reaction, while Namjoon tried to calm himself. He was still terrified as he spoke: "Yoon Ji Noona! Is that you? You look terrible."

He cleared his throat. "I mean... um... you don't look too well." He tried putting it in the right words.

The said person stared blankly at the two. He paid no attention to his comment - too distracted with his mental note.

Reason number I-don't-know-anymore to 'sleep-and-never-wake-up'.

Yoongi hummed with a nod.

"Namjoon, good timing," Seokjin said before pointing at the tired soul in front of him, "Tell her I made the soup myself!"

"I never said anything," Yoongi mumbled dryly.

"Men can cook too!"

"Okay," responded Yoongi with zero interest. He'd been unintentionally adding fuel to the fire with his uncaring tone.

"I am--"

"Okay, Jin Hyung. Yoon Ji Noona believes you, right?" He asked Yoongi with a nervous smile as Yoongi hummed a 'yes' in response.

"Oh, why didn't you say so?" Seokjin straightened himself.

Yoongi's eye twitched.

Namjoon gulped. "Jin Hyung gave you this, since you're going to be our neighbor. His cooking is really nice. Please, enjoy!" Namjoon said in a rush.

"You're living here with him?" Yoongi questioned.

"Yes."

"Oh, what a coincidence then."

"Yup."

With that, they left soon after good wishes and a conversation between the three. Seokjin nudged Namjoon as they walked away. "I didn't know you were close friends with her."

Namjoon shrugged. "We just had a few conversations here and there."

Yoongi sighed. He closed the door and immediately collapse on the couch. Before he had the chance to close his eyes, there was yet another knock on the door. Yoongi mentally groaned.

I don't feel like getting up.

The young man huffed. His eyes were forced wide open to look around. Mentally, he was planning ways to get up or out of this mess.

The knocking continued.

"Fine." His body rolled off the couch and successfully landed on the floor. He slowly lifted himself to stand. In that zombie state, he dragged himself towards the door.

The knocking stopped once he opened the door only by an inch. "Yes, how may I help you?" He asked. The person behind the door smiled and whispered back: "Oh, I came to give you this, ma'am."

A small box was given through the gap. The tired young man took the rather tiny cube with a nod. It didn't seem as if he was fazed by the unexpected delivery either.

"Okay, thank you." Yoongi closed the door and slowly walked towards the couch. He blankly stared at box.

Three.

Two.

One.

"Wait, you're actually going to leave me at the door!" Screamed Ki-hyun as he slammed the door open.

"I left the door unlocked, didn't I?" Yoongi responded simply. He put his gaze on the ceiling as if it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Ki-hyun sighed. Locking the door, he soon sat down on the opposite couch from his friend. "You look awful."

"So I've been told."

Ki-hyun shook his head. Yoongi was very contagious with his tiredness and depression. It made Ki-hyun feel less energetic sometimes.

"Anyway," he looked around, "your voice adjuster was sent. That means you can work sufficiently from now on and there's no room for complaints."

If Yoongi was listening, he didn't show any sign of that. Ki-hyun assumed he had a bad night, since he'd experienced Yoongi acting like this before. It was usually when he didn't sleep much.

When did he ever sleep much though?

"Did you read the letter?"

"No."

There was silence.

"I met Kim Seokjin and Kim Namjoon today," Yoongi stated and tilted his head down, "Did you know they moved in here?"

Ki-hyun had an unreadable expression on his face. He was resisting a mischievous smile. "Well," he started with a clearing of his throat, "The future tenant's documents were given to the company long before you moved in."

Ki-hyun didn't look at Yoongi directly. He didn't dare in fear of meeting a fierce glare, but his curiosity took over him once he heard... tapping?

Yoongi was fidgeting on his phone. His tired, nonchalant, expression made it impossible to read what Yoongi's current emotions were. There was the fact that he was tired, but that was a constant.

Ki-hyun hadn't seen an energetic Yoongi in a long time. He wasn't sure if he was happy or not. Yoongi tended to be a lot to handle when he was sugar-rushed though.

"What... are you doing?"

"One of your friends gave me his number. I think it was Joo-heon or something? Thought I'd give him a call."

"Wait, what are you going to say to him!?" Ki-hyun asked, horrified. 

Yoongi let out a breathe and slowly looked at Ki-hyun with a scary expression. How did he pull that off and look dead at the same time? Yoongi was probably a miracle-worker.

"You'll figure it out eventually."

That Sunday was spent with Ki-hyun trying to bribe Yoongi.