the sound of yoongi's fingers hitting the keys on his keyboard were the only sounds bouncing off the walls of their office. a few more seconds later, hoseok-- who's seated directly across from yoongi-- looks over the divider between their desks with a frown.

"please stop that," hoseok said, making yoongi look up at him with a raised eyebrow. "it's annoying." hoseok somewhat reasoned.

jaehwan, whose desk was beside hoseok's, barely peers over the divider and instead just pipes in on the conversation while still focused on his paperwork. "this is basically our job." jaehwan said. "by now, i thought you'd be used to this."

shrugging, hoseok sat back down.

(here is a visual of their desks. it's not the exact color, but this is what the desks actually look like/the layout of the work space.)

"exactly what he said." yoongi said, looking over to seokjin, whose desk was to his right. yoongi tapped some papers against the divider between them, "go hand these to namjoon."

with a small pout, seokjin grabs the papers and stands up, heading over to namjoon's office.

with a tired but relieved sigh, yoongi leans back on his seat and stretches his arms, finally done with the paper he'd worked on for a week. in his head, he was slowly piecing a small schedule of how he was going to get a week worth of sleep back.

- - -

an hour after yoongi's victory, namjoon steps out of his office with an unreadable expression. all eyes turn to him, some giving him a look of worry, as the boss rarely steps out of his office unless he had an announcement regarding meetings and such.

"oh no." jaehwan said.

namjoon glared at him. "what?"

"it's bad news, isn't it?"

namjoon rolled his eyes. "i don't always step out of my office to give you guys bad news."

jaehwan shrugged. "what is it, then?"

namjoon hesitated for a second, before giving out a huge sigh and raised his arms, giving up. "okay, yes," he said, "it's sort of bad news."

"you destroyed something, didn't you?" seokjin deadpanned.

namjoon nodded, clearly guilty. "i accidentally shredded the papers you gave me an hour ago, jin."

yoongi froze.

hoseok face palmed. "how, though?" he inquired.

"i thought they were the papers i originally had to shred?" namjoon answered, sounding sheepish as he chuckled nervously. he looked towards seokjin. "i'm sorry."

seokjin shrugged. "it's okay," he answered, watching as namjoon breathed out in relief. "'cause i didn't make it." seokjin continued. namjoon's face went devoid of all emotion from one second to another.

"oh." namjoon looked towards yoongi, fear seeping into him as yoongi raised a hand, staring blankly at namjoon. "sorry." he shuffled back.

"i stayed up... all night for that." yoongi spoke, voice stiff. he looked at namjoon, now clearly infuriated. "i fucking sacrificed sleep for that." he yelled, quickly standing up, his chair gliding backwards. hoseok rushed over, holding yoongi by the arms, preventing his friend from doing anything to their boss.

jaehwan sighed, seokjin watched.

yoongi was currently mad at namjoon-- the latter couldn't blame him, though. yoongi had every right to be. "look, i'm," namjoon sighed, fingers rubbing at his temples as he tried to focus. "i'm sorry. i'll ask someone from the other department to help you out."

yoongi huffed, shrugging hoseok's hold off of his arms. for extra measures, hoseok stood in front of yoongi, grinning at the older. "hyung, everything's going to be okay. you're gonna get help."

"this department needs help." jaehwan muttered.

eyeing hoseok, yoongi sighed in frustration, running his fingers through his black locks. "for fuck's sake..." he mumbled. hoseok did nothing but watch.

and watch.

and... "wait, hyung." hoseok said, "there's something on your forehead."

the other three looked towards the pair.

yoongi looks at hoseok oddly, "might be your imagination."

namjoon squinted. "wait, look," he pointed. "there is something there."

"oh my god," jaehwan covered his mouth, letting out a laugh. "is that... pen marks? what the hell? what is that?"

yoongi frowned, letting hoseok push his hair back.

everyone was quiet.

jaehwan was the first to break, a loud laugh escaping his lips as he couldn't hold in the laughter any longer. speechless, namjoon, seokjin and hoseok watch him clutch his stomach and snort in between laughter, "holy shit!" he yelled.

seokjin was next, suddenly bursting into laughter as he tried to hold it in, his laugh sounding like a windshield in everyone else's perspective. yoongi frowned as namjoon followed along, looking at yoongi, as if the latter were insane. jaehwan had to step into the break room and laugh his ass off some more, no longer able to stand the sight of min yoongi.

"what the fuck," hoseok grinned, quickly biting his lip.

yoongi shot him a warning look, "don't you dare."

hoseok laughed, afterwards trying to shut his lips. "ho-holy--" he laughed some more, dropping his hand from holding yoongi's hair back as he covered his face, muffling his laughter. "we are," hoseok said in between laughs, "so immature."

seokjin's forming tears. "why."

a frown still intact on his face, yoongi grabs his phone from his desk, fingers tapping away for the camera application. upon turning the mode into the front camera as he held his hair back, he flinched.

with a black material-- either a pen or a marker, he guessed-- were badly drawn dicks on his forehead. if you narrowed your eyes some more, you could see unclear tear track-like marks drawn down from the bottom of yoongi's eyes and across his cheeks-- they were most likely made using a pen, considering the fact that they seemed like they were easy to get rid of. they (the tear tracks) were nearly gone, but what was really prominent were the dicks.

"who," yoongi lowered his phone, looking at the three. "who did this?" he seethed.

"shit," hoseok said, reaching out to wipe the dicks. yoongi groaned, slapping the younger's hand away. "it's sharpie. i think it's sharpie." hoseok said, "you know i hate sharpie. i don't get high on it at all."

yoongi turned towards seokjin, expecting a response. seokjin stopped sounding like a damn windshield for a second, "why would i?" he snickered, "i was with jaehwan all morning. ask him." he tried containing a laugh, but failed.

yoongi frowned at namjoon, who shook his head. "i was in my office all day." namjoon replied.

"you know what that means," hoseok smiled, "it's your soulmate saying hello."

yoongi looked at him, pure fire from anger reflecting in his eyes and for a second, hoseok thought he was going to punch the living hell out of him, or something like that.

"or maybe it's his dick saying goodbye."