An annoyed huff escapes Yoongi's mouth. He glances over to his living room, gaze landing on Namjoon's books he placed onto the coffee table last night. Right Place, Wrong Person sits at the top, black and white cover practically calling out to him.
Forget about the food. Ignore your stomach. Read me instead. Read me. Read me. Come on, I know you wanna read me. Read me. Read me. Read-
His stomach rumbles. A flag of surrender for a losing battle.
Yoongi stares defeated at his fridge. The sooner he forces himself to cook, the sooner he can plop down on his couch and numb his mind to Namjoon's new poetry. Any motivation is better than nothing at this point.
Yet as he steps over to the refrigerator and pulls the door open, that motivation withers away with the initial chill that hits his face.
He can't imagine a more depressing sight as he examines what he's got inside. Vegetables, for one, but not even enough for him to maybe attempt a salad—as a last feasible option, of course. Just a sad ball of cabbage, a couple carrots, two and half sticks of asparagus, and a singular piece of broccoli in a small tupperware box. Maybe if he were a rabbit, he'd be jumping for joy at his exquisite dinner, but because he has been cursed to the fate of being a human, all he feels is disappointment.
He turns to the side. Spices. He turns to the other side. Condiments. He opens up the meat compartment. Empty. He checks for eggs. Nothing. There is nothing.
…
"Fuck!"
Yoongi slams the refrigerator door shut.
Anyways as my treat for being gone, here's a #wipwednesday I neglected to post earlier about Yoongi's comically empty fridge #namgi
