4:27 am.

Yoongi walked down a hallway of the large complex, passing door after door, until he was met with his own.

He was finally home. Home sweet home.

Well, he was finally at his apartment. Apartment sweet apartment.

He twisted the key into the knob, swinging the door open, running to his couch, and plopping himself onto his spot.

Comfy, he thought. Before drifting away into La La Land while still in his McDonald's uniform and dipping into his sweet serenity, also known as sleep, he heard a questionable noise coming from his bedroom.

Is that a... ghost?

He slowly got up from the couch, creeping toward the bedroom door ever so slowly. The eery yet soft noises getting louder.

The kitchen right next to him, he quickly and quietly dug through the counter drawer, pulling out a butcher knife.

"Better safe than sorry," he whispered to himself with encouragement. Trying not to think about the possibility of dying.

Yoongi took one more step before halting in his tracks. He could hear clearly in the dead silence.

"A-ah..."

What the hell kinda ghost is this? he questioned to himself. But as the noises grew louder, the more disgusted he became.

He could hear the mattress creaking.

"Taehyung..." a voice a moaned out.

At that, Yoongi suddenly realized what was going on and dropped the butcher knife, lucky to not behead his pinky toe.

"Kim fucking Taehyung!" Yoongi bursted through the door yelling.

"Holy shit!" another voice yelled. Presumably the one getting it on with Yoongi's roommate.

Taehyung practically somersaulted out of bed, the sheets following him to cover his manhood. But this only left his tickle partner exposed. Fully exposed.

Yoongi, by habit, turned on the lights. Big mistake.

"Goodness fuck! My dick, my dick, my dick."

Yoongi watched the red-head flop around off the bed and crash to the floor, earning a nervous laugh out of Taehyung.

"Yoongi, I can explain."

"You better start explaining! And there better not be anything on my sheets!"

All of a sudden, the red-head poked his head from the other side of the bed, only revealing his doe-eyes.

But it was just enough for Yoongi to recognize the young man.

"Jeon fucking Jungkook!"

The cherry-haired Jungkook quickly ducked his head and hid beside the bed.

"Kim fucking Taehyung is fucking Jeon fucking Jungkook in my fucking bed."

"That's quite the mouth you got there, Yoongi," Taehyung said, attempting to lighten the mood but ultimately failing.

"I bet that's quite the mouth you have too! How many times has Jungkook been here this week?"

Jungkook popped from the side of the bed again. "Only six!" he proclaimed, ducking back into position and hiding himself. "...teen," he whispered.

"Shut up, Cherry!" Taehyung yelled.

"Oh, that's it," Yoongi began. "I can't believe you're popping your cherry with a Cherry!"

"Can't only girls do that?" Jungkook popped up.

"It's 2019! People can do anything these days," Yoongi snapped back. "Such as leaving my room!"

Taehyung started to creep along the wall, hoping to bypass Yoongi in his angry fit, but the rustling of the bedsheets gave him away.

"You!" Yoongi pointed. "Stay! I've seen your dick before. And you!" Yoongi pointed towards Jungkook. "Get out!"

Jungkook stole the bedsheets from Tae to keep his decency and scurried out of the apartment. Leaving Taehyung exposed.

"You make sure he washes those and gives them back you asshat," Yoongi said, exiting his bedroom and slamming the door shut.

He plopped back down onto the couch, both scarred for life and somehow at ease for getting his anger out at something. Work had been rough and he just needed to let go.

Of course it had to be Taehyung he exploded at, but Yoongi knew his roommate was used to being exploded at.

Yoongi could thank Jungkook for that one thing.

Though he was angry, he was also jealous. Taehyung had found someone he truly enjoyed being with. Yoongi could see in their eyes the love they had for each other.

Before Jungkook, Taehyung was just another pretty boy with a player's attitude. He could get anyone he wanted with the snap of his fingers and break their heart just as fast. But Jungkook changed that.

A part of Yoongi wished he could turn Jimin's life around, but it was more of the opposite. Jimin had changed Yoongi's life.

Though they were just acquaintances-with-benefits, he made Yoongi realize his true self through lust. Although it wasn't the most ideal way to discover a part of himself, it pushed Yoongi closer to realizing that he was ga-

Bzz.

A notification from Grindr.

Yoongi reluctantly pulled himself out of his 5 am thoughts and glanced at his phone.

He was instantly awake at reading the screen.

Park Jimin has sent you a message.

"Ah shit," Yoongi sighed. His finger slowly tapped the notification, opening it.

fairymin95: say 123 to fuck me? :)

"What the actual hell?" Yoongi couldn't help but marvel at Jimin's perfect timing. Of course the app showed Yoongi was active, but what were the chances of both of them being up at 5 am on a weekday?

Yoongi saw it as a chance to relieve himself, but he wasn't taking the bait. He was not going to fall for Jimin's tricks again.

He was not someone's boy toy.

pr0d.yoongi: not now Jimin.

Yoongi put his phone down, giving himself a break. He was not giving in. He was not going to sacrifice himself. He was going to stand his ground.

Bzz.

Another notification from Grindr.

fairymin95: how about now?

pr0d.yoongi: you dyed your hair?

Jimin's soft brown locks were no more. This was a newer, darker Jimin. Who knew what he had up his sleeve?

fairymin95: yep, dyed it just for you ;) xx

pr0d.yoongi: and how many people have you sent those pics to and said the exact same thing?

Yoongi wasn't falling for any of the tempter's bullshit.

fairymin95: 11 give or take
fairymin95: my all time low, can u believe it 🙄
fairymin95: but I'm talking to you right now so doesn't that mean anything, Yoongs?

pr0d.yoongi: don't "Yoongs" me. I'm not in the mood for any quick kinky shit or whatever

fairymin95: who said it was gonna be quick?

The more they talked, the more Yoongi kept thinking about Jimin. Well, not Jimin specifically but Jimin in bed. There was a reason he had a line of people waiting to even get their messages left on read. That was the most attention some were lucky enough to get from the Park Jimin.

Someone would've killed to be Yoongi right now. And Yoongi knew that.

But he still held his ground.

pr0d.yoongi: fuck you

fairymin95: please do :)

"Agh!" Yoongi threw his phone across the room.

He was sick and tired of being an option for Jimin.
He was sick and tired of Jimin not taking the hint.
He was sick and tired of being lonely.

Yoongi got up from the couch, pulling himself together, and picked up his phone. "Dammit!" he yelled. "It's practically shattered."

Bzz.

Despite the cracks ruining Yoongi's blurry 5 am vision even more, he could clearly read the new notification that almost sent him into shock.

Jung Hoseok has sent you a message.

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So far we have a bit of Taekook, a dash of Namjin, some soon-to-be Sope, and Jimin living it up on a hookup app. What is my mind.