Newspaper Catastrophe
It all started with one annoying morning.
If there was one thing in the world that Yoongi hated the most, it would be waking up in an inhumane hour. The aforementioned inhumane hour was 5:30 in the morning because his housemate-slash-best friend insisted on exercising. More like torture, really.
But what irked Yoongi's already sour mood even more was the newspaper that came flying out of nowhere and hit him squarely on the head.
"Oh, for the love of-!" Yoongi exclaimed, rubbing his head as he glared at the offending object.
Hoseok, his best friend and the person to be blamed for all the sufferings in Yoongi's life, laughed and shook his head.
"Looks like the person in charge of delivering newspapers did a great job in doing it today," Hosoek remarked, still chuckling.
Yoongi merely rolled his eyes.
•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•
The next morning, however, the same thing happened.
A newspaper came hurtling pass their gate and landed on Yoongi's head with a soft thud.
And still, the same thing happened the next day after that.
Then, the following day too.
In Hoseok's insistence to change Yoongi's lazy lifestyle, Hoseok would drag him outside their front yard every single morning.
Every single morning, he was forced to head outside and exercise.
Every single morning, he would get pissed off.
Every single morning, he would question his sanity on why he became friends with this guy.
And every single morning, a newspaper would land unto his head.
•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•
This continued for a few more days until Yoongi finally had enough with all of the offending newspapers that seem to find their way to his precious head.
That morning, he planned the most genius plan of all. A plan that would put even Albert Einstein to shame.
For the very first time in his life, Min Yoongi woke up at 4:00 am. He tiptoed past Hoseok's room and went outside of the gate of their house and hid behind a large bush where he could get a good view of anyone passing by the gate of their house.
A painful and really boring hour and a half later, Yoongi finally heard the sound of a bike. He became excited, knowing that it was now his chance to see who was that stupid boy or girl or whatsoever that kept on throwing newspapers to his head, accidentally or not.
Out of excitement, he jumped out of the bush as the bike got nearer, without even clearly looking at the person riding it.
"Waaaah!" Yoongi heard a voice exclaimed and seconds later, a clashing sound came about as the person riding the bike toppled over.
Yoongi blinked twice, contemplating the picture in front of him.
A cute guy who was probably just a few years younger than him, was groaning as he laid on the ground, with the bike toppled over beside him and bundles of newspaper scattered everywhere.
"Err, sorry?" Yoongi awkwardly said.
The other boy merely groaned in pain.
Common sense finally hitting his supposedly genius brain, Yoongi quickly stretched out his hand to help the boy to stand up.
Still groaning but now standing, the questionable boy glared at Yoongi, but as their eyes met, he quickly looked away and glared at the ground instead.
"Are you alright?" Yoongi asked, but the boy remained silent.
After a few more seconds of uncomfortable silence, Yoongi spoke again.
"You're the one who's been delivering those newspapers that just happened to see my head as a target, aren't you?"
The boy's eyes widened and a blush slowly crept its way to his cheeks and ears.
"I-...uh...umm..." the boy struggled to speak.
With one raised eyebrow, Yoongi said, "So you're gonna deny it?"
The boy ducked his head, face still visibly flushed.
"I was-..."
Yoongi sighed in defeat. He was honestly laughing in the inside because the boy was just too cute. With all that puffy cheeks and plump lips, Yoongi couldn't help but associate him with a cinnamon roll.
"Look, I don't care if you don't admit it, but can you please stop it? Or at least throw it at Hoseok's head next time? I honestly have no idea how and why you're doing it and if you're doing the same thing to the neighbors but just... being hit by a newspaper on the head at 5:30 in the morning is not exactly something to be ecstatic about," Yoongi said with a straight face.
The other boy licked his lips nervously and still refused to look at Yoongi. The poor boy looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here.
Yoongi continued to stare at him.
And for some unknown reasons, Yoongi suddenly reached out and ran his hand through the boy's hair.
Maybe it was because the boy's hair looked so soft.
Maybe it was because the boy looked so irresistibly cute.
Maybe it was because Yoongi had finally gone insane.
The boy's face went from nervous to shocked, lips slightly parted and eyes widened.
"Min Yoongi! Where in the world have you gone?!" Yoongi heard Hoseok shout from the inside of the house. His best friend was probably hunting him to force him to exercise yet again.
Yoongi quickly pulled back his hand and smiled awkwardly.
"I've got to go."
The boy nodded his head.
Yoongi bit his lips in contemplation. He's not sure if he should do this but...
"I'm Min Yoongi, by the way."
The other boy blinked dumbly.
Yoongi pursed his lips, now slowly regretting introducing himself. "Your name?"
"Jimin... Park Jimin."
Yoongi nodded and turned to head to the house, but he stopped midway and turned back.
The boy was still there.
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Yoongi bravely said.
He did not even know why he's so nervous in the first place.
The boy- Jimin nodded, flashing a smile for the first time since they met. His eyes turned into crescent moons as his sweet smile brightened up even more.
Uggh, so cute, was what remained in Yoongi's mind as he went back inside the house to look for Hoseok.
•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•
The next day, he was being dragged again by Hosoek to exercise at such an unearthly hour. Now though, Yoongi might or might not be a tad excited.
Not really on the idea of exercising, but more on the idea of seeing that boy named Jimin again.
"What's with that smile?" Hoseok asked when they arrived outside.
Yoongi, surprised when he finally noticed that he was smiling, returned his face to its usual scowl.
"I'm definitely not smiling," Yoongi denied.
Hoseok chuckled. "Is this because of that Jimin guy you kept on talking about?"
Okay wait, Yoongi was definitely not 'kept on talking' about Jimin.
Yoongi was about to retort when he felt something hit his head.
Yes, it was a newspaper.
A smile slowly made its way on Yoongi's face.
Quick as lightning, he ran for the gate and opened it wide, only to see the retreating back of Jimin riding the bicycle. Yoongi ran after him and called his name.
"Jimin!"
Thankfully, the other boy seemed to hear and stopped, looking back at Yoongi with an amused look on his face.
"Hi hyung," he said with a smile.
Panting from his abrupt running marathon, Yoongi struggled to talk. "Hello..."
Jimin tilted his head as he looked at the other boy and Yoongi quickly felt awkward under those judging gaze.
"I still have to deliver these other newspapers, Yoongi-hyung. See you tomorrow, then?" Jimin said.
For some reason, Yoongi felt disappointed. They were not able to talk for even fifteen minutes yet...
"Bye!" Jimin said.
Yoongi was left staring after him with his mouth agape.
•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•
True to his word, Jimin and Yoongi met again the day after that. Yoongi still got hit by a newspaper though. It seemed like Jimin had no plans on stopping, but at least it would tell Yoongi that Jimin's already there.
The same thing went on for days and weeks and their conversations got longer and longer. It got to a point when Yoongi didn't need to run after Jimin anymore because the boy himself would stop in front their gate.
And every time Yoongi would open the gate to see Jimin, he would be presented with a brightly smiling boy with eyes that would turn into crescent moons.
After all the conversations they had, Yoongi learned so many things about this boy named Park Jimin. He found out that he was really interesting to talk to, that he was a very passionate person that dreamed to become a famous dancer and singer, that his laugh was very contagious and merry, that his voice was so cute and melodic, that he was near perfection.
Yoongi also found out some other things that seemed to be a bit confusing, bordering to suspicious in fact. Jimin said that he lived just a few blocks away but never really told Yoongi the exact address. The problem there was, Yoongi never once crossed paths with him whenever he strolled outside or drove to school. Also, Jimin never talked about his family and whenever Hosoek was about to go out of the house to call Yoongi, Jimin would hurriedly leave.
Yoongi wanted to know Jimin more and all this mysterious side was confusing him. He had tried to fish out more about these from Jimin but the other boy would only get uncomfortable and distant, so Yoongi decided to just leave it be.
Nevertheless, the two became closer and closer to each other.
•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•
"Wow Yoongi, I never thought that there would come a day when you'll happily wake up at five in the morning. What's more surprising is that it is because you're in love!" Hoseok teased as they ate their dinner.
"Shut up, Hoseok," Yoongi said, glaring at his friend.
"So, when will you confess to him?"
Yoongi went silent. He honestly did not thought of that much because thinking about it might or might not be a bit too scary for Yoongi's taste. He had no idea how to ask Jimin out.
Hoseok chose not to push the topic and just went on to saying "At least it made you realize that you sway that way."
Yoongi chuckled and picked up the newspaper that Jimin delivered that morning.
"Maybe this is the reason why I preferred newspapers over hardbound books. Do you know why?" he asked Hosoek.
Hoseok's eyebrow furrowed in confusion. "Why?"
Yoongi smirked and haughtily waved the newspaper. "Because newspapers are bendable, hardbound books are not. They're too straight."
His best friend choked. "Was that supposed to be some kind of a lame pun or something?"
Yoongi scowled at his very unsupportive best friend. "That was witty, you brat."
"Whatever," Hosoek retorted.
"Anyway, I'm so glad you registered our address for this newspaper thing. I don't really remember you being interested in newspapers. If you did not do it, Jimin would not be delivering newspapers to our house," Yoongi said, a small smile playing on his lips.
Hoseok's eyebrows furrowed again. "What are you saying? I did not register our house for that newspaper delivery thing. I thought you were the one who did that."
Yoongi's eyebrows shot up as he realized something. "You mean, all this time, Jimin had been delivering free newspapers to our house?"
His best friend chuckled and shook his head. "Wow, maybe he was the one who had a big crush on you in the first place, even before you met."
•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•
Yoongi finally got the courage to ask Jimin out. And to his utmost happiness, the other boy said yes.
Soon, they became boyfriends.
The problem was, they never really 'went out' in the first place. This was because he only saw Jimin every morning, riding his bike. The boy refused to meet him anywhere else and at any other time. He would always make excuses that were obviously lies. Yes, they did see each other everyday, but it would only be around 5:30 in the morning.
And Hoseok never met Jimin yet, as the other boy was so good at avoiding his best friend.
He tried to open the topic once, but Jimin got mad, which lead to Yoongi apologizing and all.
Now though, it was their first monsary and Yoongi badly wanted to do something special for Jimin.
And so, he brought up the topic again.
"Hey Chim Chim, where do you exactly work? You work at that newspaper-distributing station in this neighborhood, right? Well, of course you do, where else would you work, that's the only place that's allowed to deliver newspapers in this area," Yoongi voiced out his thoughts.
Upon hearing this, Jimin looked away and played with his hem as if it was the most interesting thing on earth.
Yoongi sighed, here they go again.
"Jiminie?"
Jimin sighed and nodded meekly. "Of course."
"Mhmm... Can I visit you there sometimes?" Yoongi asked.
Jimin's head snapped up so quickly and his eyes widened impossibly. "W-wait...! You can't do that... I mean..."
With a very confused look, Yoongi said "Why not?"
"Just... just don't! Please?! If you go there... you'll never see me again," Jimin said.
Yoongi was taken aback. He never thought that Jimin would go as far as saying those words.
"Jimin... if you are hiding something and are afraid of what I might think, don't be afraid, okay? I'll accept you, no matter who you are," Yoongi tried to explain, squeezing Jimin's hand.
"Just... don't. Don't go there, Yoongi."
•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•
Now, one thing about Min Yoongi was his stubbornness. If Jimin was hiding something and was afraid of how Yoongi would react to it, his boyfriend should know that there's nothing to be afraid of. He'll stop this nonsense once and for all.
All he wanted was to live happily with Jimin, and that would never happen if this would continue.
Trying so hard not to think on the possible consequences, Yoongi went to the building where the newspaper-distributing station was situated. He breathed deeply before stepping in.
The first thing he saw was a lot of people carrying boxes and other things. The place was bustling with business. His Jimin was probably somewhere.
He walked over to one of the people stacking newspapers and asked politely.
"Excuse me, sir."
"Yes?"
Yoongi flashed a smile, heart beating wildly as he thought of finally seeing Jimin in some other place, and maybe without his bike as well.
"I'm looking for someone named Park Jimin. He works here."
The moment the words came out of his mouth, the man froze and paled.
This was not a good sign at all and Yoongi felt his stomach drop.
"In case you missed it, I'm looking for-"
"Why?" the man interrupted him.
Yoongi worried his lip. "I'm... I'm a friend of his and uh..."
"You did not know what happened to him?" the man asked, looking at Yoongi with a very sad face.
"What do you mean, sir?" Yoongi asked, but he's honestly not sure if he wanted to hear the answer.
"Park Jimin..." the man started, then sighed. "It has been years now since somebody last looked for him. It has been years now..."
The man left his task and gestured for Yoongi to follow him. They went into some kind of a resting lounge and the man sat beside him, face full of sorrow.
Yoongi swallowed. What exactly was happening here?
"You said you're friends with him? Well, you probably know that he's a very cheerful and determined kid. He had so many part-time jobs because he wanted to attend a prestigious performing arts school."
"He really is. He wanted to be a dancer and singer," Yoongi supplied.
The man looked at him in the eyes, and Yoongi felt terrified with the depth of morose that was reflected from it.
"It was on the ninth of March, five years ago. Jimin was delivering newspapers like what he usually does. It was one of his part-time jobs. The family living in one of the houses Jimin was delivering newspapers to, the house 1013 in the second block, was not exactly a happy family. They would always argue, and everyone in the neighborhood knew about that. One day, the father had enough of his wife and decided to live in haste. He drove the car out of their front yard so fast that he was not able to notice the young boy riding a bike. It was Jimin. Jimin got hit by the car, and because of the strong impact brought by how fast the car's speed was, Jimin had no chance of living. He was dead-on-arrival. His family was so sad. All of us were very depressed too, he was such a vibrant child. The family that lived in that house transferred after the accident... Are you okay, boy?"
Yoongi was definitely far from okay.
So... Jimin... his Jimin... is already dead? Had already been long dead?
He had no idea what to do with what he learned and how to face it.
It was all...
Was this a joke or something? Because this was definitely not funny.
But... But it all made sense. It all made sense why he never saw Jimin anywhere else, why Jimin didn't talk about his personal life, why...
Yoongi felt his heart constrict and his throat tighten. He wanted to throw up. He wanted to run away. He needed someone to tell him that this was all not true. Maybe someone would pop out from the corner and tell him that this was all just a sick joke?
But it didn't happen.
It did not.
Park Jimin, his boyfriend, the person he learned to love and care for, was dead. A long time ago.
Yoongi swallowed as he whispered, not caring if the man was listening or not.
"My house is 1013."
•|•|•|•|~YM~|•|•|•|•
Ever since then, Yoongi never saw Jimin again.
And ever since then, Yoongi never had any newspapers landing on his head.
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Sorry for not warning you about the ending. I originally wrote this for a school assignment and I kinda want to put a good twist in the story.
I don't really write angst so this will probably be one of the rare angst fic I'll write (if ever, which probably would be close to never).
Hope you're not mad at me. Love lots and stay safe.
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