Unfortunately, Yoongi’s not superhuman – and the hangover hits him hard. He can’t imagine Namjoon’s doing any better, given his position hunched over the kitchen countertop with his head in his arms and a full mug in hand.

Yoongi gives a groaned noise in greeting, doesn’t get anything much better back from Namjoon, and makes his way to the bathroom.

The water on his bare skin feels delicious, and Yoongi considers never leaving the shower ever again. The grime of the night washes away, the heat wakes him up, and the silence reminds him that everything is ed.

When he finally emerges (nearly half an hour later), Yoongi has made his mind up. He’ll delete his Tumblr account, remove himself from social media entirely, and possibly never talk to another person online again. He briefly considers taking a vow of silence and joining a monastery, but that seems only slightly excessive.

His phone is dead – his drunk self didn’t have the foresight to charge it before his head hit the pillow, and now his hungover self has to deal with the consequences – so he heads to the home office because this is important.

He’s surprised to see the kitchen empty when he passes through, the still-full mug now laying abandoned and only the faintest imprint of Namjoon’s face misted onto the smooth countertop. Yoongi doesn’t have the brain capacity to question where Namjoon’s gone, so he leaves the mystery behind for now.

He pushes his way into their makeshift studio to find the PC already on. Yoongi decides that’s too weird to not devote his energy to, because why would Namjoon start working on something this early in the morning in a state like that?

Yoongi’s quest will only take a second, though, so he flops ungracefully into the worn desk chair (which is remarkably cold, meaning that Namjoon can’t have been here for long) and shakes the mouse to wake the computer up.

The small crease in Yoongi’s forehead deepens when the screen brightens, revealing his Tumblr dashboard – he supposes that Namjoon might’ve only just the computer and it reopened the last page, although that’s still kind of weird because the computer isn’t programmed to do that ever.

Still, that makes it easier for Yoongi. He quickly slides the cursor up to the top right corner, ready to log out forever and erase all memory of this cursed website from his mind – but hesitates when he realises exactly what the browser page is displaying.

It’s still just his dashboard, but scrolled halfway down the page (and Yoongi knows he didn’t do that) to hover over a very familiar paragraph of text. Yoongi isn’t superstitious at all and definitely has his lead suspect for setting him up like this.

It’s Yoongi’s fated mistake from the night before, but that’s not important whatsoever – no, what’s important is the stuff that follows, in the form of a cute message and even cuter face.

Yoongi chokes on his saliva, sputtering out something in the shape of what the . The sounds of Namjoon’s laughter accompanies him just outside the door, because why not?

It’s so simple, so easy, so gentle – but it’s for Yoongi, and Yoongi alone. It’s his message.

Yoongi’s pretty sure he’s died.

Yoongi reads the text a thousand times over, scoffs when he reaches that one part (‘you’ve made my day a thousand times brighter!’ which Yoongi finds dumb, doesn’t Jimin know how bright he already is?). He refuses to scroll back up to the photo again, lest he actually die – and then Namjoon would have to call an ambulance and that really wouldn’t be great for their bank account.

Yoongi’s day goes really ing well. He finds the music flows freely, and maybe even considers it some of his best work yet – he tells himself that this would’ve been a good day anyway, he was always going to find the inspiration and produce like a seasoned professional, but he also knows that’s a god damn lie.

The song is nowhere near finished, but framework is set and the idea is there. He’s listening back to the pre-chorus when he finds a strange anomaly nestled into his work.

He’s listened to this section hundreds of times over and yet never heard that sound, the light and airy note that he might liken to the sound effect for a cartoon drop of water. He hits the space bar to pause, takes it back ten seconds...and nothing. He repeats and relistens twice more, but the elusive intruder doesn’t show again.

Yoongi frowns and minimises the window – which leaves him with a thousand other applications open (okay – maybe not one thousand, but it may as well be) that could’ve caused the noise. He briefly considers forgetting it entirely, but his curiosity gets the better of him.

“ing Namjoon,” Yoongi mutters, flicking through the endless browser tabs his roommate had managed to open at some point or another during the day. He’s saved finally by the noise playing again with a little speaker icon flashing on the tab for Tumblr.

Yoongi didn’t even know Tumblr had a messaging feature, isn’t even sure he wants to know now. It’s already opened, the tiny window sitting expectantly in the bottom right corner of the screen.

Yoongi hyperventilates. Slams his finger down on the x button to close the tab, sits in silence as a new webpage for some weird eBay product stares at him mockingly.

He tells no one.

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