[10 out of 20] BTS: sunday: gen
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sweetandshortTitle: Sunday
Fandom: BTS
Prompt: sunday
Pairing: SUGA/jhope
Rating: Gen
Length: 500
Warning: mention of suicide/drunk driving/murder
Notes: Inspired by my Valentine facial sheet mask and my Fannish 50 'Everything is Murder' edition [in which everything I'm fannish about is related to murder]
Summary: Hoseok invades Yoongi's home early on a Sunday morning with a mission.
The first thing Yoongi thought as he awoke was that it was odd that his home was being invaded on a Sunday morning.
Somewhere in his sleep, he had heard the security system beeping, announcing the tapping of the code. Then, as he surfaced to wakefulness, he heard the front door opening and closing. Then, he remembered it was Sunday.
Had he’d slept very late or was it still early? With no evidence whatsoever, he assumed the latter.
Someone was invading his home early on a Sunday morning. They were rushing into his bedroom, no, through his bedroom into his bathroom, with a ‘Good morning, Yoongi.’
Yoongi finally opened his eyes and found his phone.
“Hob-ah, it’s fuck o’ clock in the morning on a Sunday. What are you doing?”
“Saving your life.”
Yoongi heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing.
“Where do you put it, Min Yoongi?”
“Put what?”
“Something that might kill you.”
“What?” Yoongi sat up. “This isn’t about that fish sauce, is it? It was still good, Hob-ah. It smelled ‘fishy’ because it was fish sauce, not because it had gone off.”
“No, you ass,” spat Hoseok, poking his head out of the bathroom. “Where’s your cosmetics, your skin care things?”
“The stuff I use all the time is right there,” said Yoongi, waving in the direction of the bathroom. “The special stuff, uh, in the front of the closet, on the left, on one of those little shelves with the little walls that someone bought me so I could be more organized.”
“Perfect.” Hoseok launched himself into the closet, then shouted, “AH! You have one! Oh my God!”
“One what?”
“Let’s see. Oh, God! Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god!”
Yoongi crawled out of bed and moved to Hoseok’s side. “That’s from the Valentine’s Day promotion. A facial sheet mask with little hearts on it.”
“I remembered you taking one.”
“You remember incorrectly. You forced it on me, and I didn’t want to hurt the promoters feelings’ so I took it and was going to figure out some way to prank you with it.”
“Your lack of creativity saved your life.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sam’s dead.”
“Sam? The only Sam I know is from the group BabyBoyz.”
Hoseok nodded.
“What?! You’re kidding!”
“He jumped off a balcony last night.”
“Wow, that’s the second idol death in a week!”
“Not suicide. And the other one wasn’t a drunk driving accident. The two incidents were murders. These,” Hoseok held up the facial sheet mask in its flat square package, “are impregnated with hallucinogenic drugs that seep in through the skin.”
“Are you sure? That hasn’t been in the news.”
“Preliminary analysis of the sheet mask found in Sam’s home has just come through.”
“And how do you know?!”
“Hope Nation is everywhere, Yoongi, even the National Forensics Lab.”
Yoongi blinked at Hoseok, then at the mask, then took a deep breath.
“Can you make coffee?”
“While you make some calls? Yes.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Fandom: BTS
Prompt: sunday
Pairing: SUGA/jhope
Rating: Gen
Length: 500
Warning: mention of suicide/drunk driving/murder
Notes: Inspired by my Valentine facial sheet mask and my Fannish 50 'Everything is Murder' edition [in which everything I'm fannish about is related to murder]
Summary: Hoseok invades Yoongi's home early on a Sunday morning with a mission.
The first thing Yoongi thought as he awoke was that it was odd that his home was being invaded on a Sunday morning.
Somewhere in his sleep, he had heard the security system beeping, announcing the tapping of the code. Then, as he surfaced to wakefulness, he heard the front door opening and closing. Then, he remembered it was Sunday.
Had he’d slept very late or was it still early? With no evidence whatsoever, he assumed the latter.
Someone was invading his home early on a Sunday morning. They were rushing into his bedroom, no, through his bedroom into his bathroom, with a ‘Good morning, Yoongi.’
Yoongi finally opened his eyes and found his phone.
“Hob-ah, it’s fuck o’ clock in the morning on a Sunday. What are you doing?”
“Saving your life.”
Yoongi heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing.
“Where do you put it, Min Yoongi?”
“Put what?”
“Something that might kill you.”
“What?” Yoongi sat up. “This isn’t about that fish sauce, is it? It was still good, Hob-ah. It smelled ‘fishy’ because it was fish sauce, not because it had gone off.”
“No, you ass,” spat Hoseok, poking his head out of the bathroom. “Where’s your cosmetics, your skin care things?”
“The stuff I use all the time is right there,” said Yoongi, waving in the direction of the bathroom. “The special stuff, uh, in the front of the closet, on the left, on one of those little shelves with the little walls that someone bought me so I could be more organized.”
“Perfect.” Hoseok launched himself into the closet, then shouted, “AH! You have one! Oh my God!”
“One what?”
“Let’s see. Oh, God! Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god!”
Yoongi crawled out of bed and moved to Hoseok’s side. “That’s from the Valentine’s Day promotion. A facial sheet mask with little hearts on it.”
“I remembered you taking one.”
“You remember incorrectly. You forced it on me, and I didn’t want to hurt the promoters feelings’ so I took it and was going to figure out some way to prank you with it.”
“Your lack of creativity saved your life.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sam’s dead.”
“Sam? The only Sam I know is from the group BabyBoyz.”
Hoseok nodded.
“What?! You’re kidding!”
“He jumped off a balcony last night.”
“Wow, that’s the second idol death in a week!”
“Not suicide. And the other one wasn’t a drunk driving accident. The two incidents were murders. These,” Hoseok held up the facial sheet mask in its flat square package, “are impregnated with hallucinogenic drugs that seep in through the skin.”
“Are you sure? That hasn’t been in the news.”
“Preliminary analysis of the sheet mask found in Sam’s home has just come through.”
“And how do you know?!”
“Hope Nation is everywhere, Yoongi, even the National Forensics Lab.”
Yoongi blinked at Hoseok, then at the mask, then took a deep breath.
“Can you make coffee?”
“While you make some calls? Yes.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
