xiii.

                                    

                                          
Hobi and Yoongi were still arguing by the time Jimin had to leave for his voice lesson, so he decided to walk. He didn't know if they'd even realized that he left.
                          
And so he walked through the city, backpack wearing down at his shoulders. He wondered if he was being too sensitive about everything lately.
                          
But in the end, did it matter if he was?
                          
Everything hurt either way.
                          
He went in to the building and talked briefly with his instructor before exiting the room. He didn't feel that familiar burn, the urge to practice and improve and-
                          
What was the point?
                          
So instead, he sat on the bench outside, watching cars pass. Some of them were full; some only had a driver. He wondered what it would be like, commuting to and fro work or school every day, turning on the radio because that was the only available company, nobody yelling at you to slow down as you took a hairpin turn. He thought it sounded lonely.
                          
He watched the cars for a while longer before he fished his phone out of his backpack pocket and hesitated before putting it up to his ear. "Hyung? Can you pick me up?"
                          
***
                          
"It's your fault!" Yoongi insisted. "I just wanted to take him out shopping and then you had to come in and ruin everything!"
                          
"No, you wanted to buy his favor so he'd hate me!" Hobi insisted, jabbing a finger in Yoongi's general direction. "It's funny how you never wanted to 'take him out shopping' when you had Jeongyeon, huh."
                          
"Well now you have Jeongyeon so just leave Jimin to me!"
                          
"No! The difference is that I can care about multiple people because I'm a good brother!"
                          
"You share a room with him! Of course you'd spend more time with him! You two basically share Toaster as well!"
                          
"Yeah well-"
                          
They were cut off by a knock at the door. They paused, each looking at it and then back at each other before Hobi leapt over the couch and Yoongi ran around it, both trying to get to the door first.
                          
"Get out of my way!" Hobi yelled, trying to push Yoongi.
                          
"I'm your hyung!" Yoongi argued, pulling Hobi back by his shirt.
                          
"Some hyung you are!"
                          
"Some dongsaeng you are!"
                          
Yoongi ended up reaching the doorknob first and he grabbed it, throwing the door open while attempting to regain his breath, and Hobi came up behind him, still hanging on to Yoongi by his left shoulder.
                          
"Is this a bad time?" Taehyung asked, looking from Hobi to Yoongi uncertainly.
                          
"No."
                          
"Yes."
                          
Yoongi shot Hobi a glare before turning back to Tae. "How'd you even get here?"
                          
"Took a train," Taehyung said, his eyes still flicking around warily.
                          
"That's a long ride," Yoongi said, frowning.
                          
"Yeah." Taehyung shifted his weight, adjusting the backpack on his shoulders. "Jimin...is he here?" he got out, peering further into their apartment.
                          
"No," Hobi got out before Yoongi. "He's at vocal lessons."
                          
Yoongi twisted to scowl at Hobi. "I know that. I'm picking him up."
                          
"No, I am."
                          
"No, you dropped him off, you dumbass."
                          
"No, you dropped him off."