"What?!" Seokjin and Yoongi simultaneously yelled, spitting their drinks out and looking at each other.

"The wedding is in eight months boys," Mrs. Kim explained. "We have to prepare everything starting now! It has to be perfect.." Mrs. Min continued excitedly.

The boys looked at each other confused.

It wasn't weird or unexpected their family had invited them over for dinner. Their mothers have always been best friends ever since highschool, making Seokjin and Yoongi even better friends. Both families usually assembled and ate dinner together, so the boys didn't suspect anything.

"Mother..Why would i marry..Yoongi?" Seokjin said as he wiped the drink he spilled as he heard the news. "We've been friends for fourteen years, and i love him..But not that way!"

Mrs. Kim ignored Seokjin and continued eating her steak.

"Mom? I have a girlfriend? Hello??" Yoongi arrogantly said.

"Boys boys..We'll explain everything." Seokjins mother said. "Don't you guys think running the company together would be great?" She said with a big smile hoping to receive one back.

"Maybe? But we don't have to get mArRiEd" Yoongi scoffed like a teenager as he crossed his arms. Seokjin laughed quietly and spoke. "Mrs. Min, he's right..We can run the company if you'd like, as friends..!"

"Oh Kim Seokjin, stop being such a fool." His mother said, almost yelling. "You guys are getting married and that's final!"

"But Mrs. Kim That doesn't even make fucking sen-"
Yoongi tried arguing before his mother interrupted him yelling as well. "Min Yoongi are you yelling at Mrs Kim in her house?"

Yoongi mocked her as she widen her eyes even more.

"Are our dads even agreeing to this? Dad is homophobic as fuc-"

"Stop cursing Min Yoongi!"

Yoongi laughed in her face making her hold her fists.

"ahem." Mrs. Kim cleared her throat, making everyone turn to her. "Yes, your fathers both agreed to this.. It will bring much much money to the company and to us!"

"So it's about the money..?" Seokjin softly said.

"Come on boys, you can't tell me you haven't crushed on each other at least once..!" Mrs. Min said.

Seokjin widen his eyes looking at the pale boy next to him, who had a disgusted look on his face.

"Nope, i'm out." Yoongi said as he roughly stood up to leave.

"Min Yoongi you better sit back down!" His mother yelled as she also stood up.

"Why do you still treat me like a child, man?!" He yelled. "I'm literally 26 already!"

She stared furiously not knowing what to say.

"Peace." He said as he stomped out.

Seokjin hesitated, before he slowly stood up.

"Seokjin.." His mother said taking his hand and caressing it.

"Mother.. I don't know about this."

"You have to do it, you don't want to disappoint me again do you?"

That hit him hard. The thing he most hated, disappointing his mother. The boy had always been quiet, excellent grades and went to the best university in the area. He never had friends due to his nerdy self, and his whole life he'd been bullied, yet, his mother didn't know that. He'd been miserable his whole life just to make his mother proud.

"I-I'll.. Talk to Yoongi.." He said as he smiled softly to his mother. He said his goodbyes as he bowed to both of them and ran after Yoongi who'd probably already got in the car.

"Yoongi.." Seokjin began as he sat in the car. He gazed at Yoongi who was attempting to call his girlfriend.

"Fuck!" He randomly yelled. "Why won't she answer, Gosh dammit!" he threw his phone.

"Yoongi please calm down." Seokjin said as he placed his hand on the boys shoulder.

Yoongi threw his head back, closing his eyes. He then suddenly began to jump in frustration.

"Come on man." Seokjin whined. Yoongis response was screaming his lungs out.

"Are you done yet?" The blondie said as he took his hands off his ears to avoid Yoongis usual yelling.

"Yes" He smiled.

"What are we going to do?" Seokjin asked.

"I don't know man..But were not getting married, that's for sure." Yoongi said as he began to drive.

"How are you so sure?" Seokjin said as he looked out the window, staring at the big garden where he used to play with Yoongi, memories interrupting his mind.

"Im not sure Seokkie."

"I don't wanna marry you."

"That was harsh" Yoongi said, pretending to be hurt.

Seokjin laughed softly to himself.

The boys were complete opposites, yet they complemented each other well.

They've been together their whole lives. Seokjin was born first, and once they told the boy he was having someone new to play with, it was the only thing he thought of.

They did everything together, but neither went to the same school for some reason. It's like their mothers wanted them to suffer.

"Bye Yoongs, i'll text you later" Seokjin said his goodbyes as he watched Yoongi leave in his beautiful black car.

Seokjin entered his lovely home, which wasn't small, but wasn't big.

He threw himself on the couch staring at the celling, trying to figure things out. He groaned. Nothing came to his mind.

The frustrated boy washed and changed into comfy clothes and decided to go out for a while to clear his mind. He did that a lot.

Once he got his drivers license when he was 17, it was the only thing he did. Getting bullied his whole life and not being able to say anything to not make his mother disappointed in him was not easy.

He'd usually just go out in his car for a few minutes, but man this trip would be long. Getting forced to marry his own best friend and not being able to give his opinion made him want to rip his hair out.

He wore his oversized grey shirt he loved much and pulled its long sleeves up slightly, some simple jeans and converse. He was ready to calm down.

Seokjin put his favorite hat on and got into his big car.

He turned his radio on and put the windows down for some fresh air.

A few hours had passed, he didn't know where he was, nor he cared. He was feeling calm long ago, yet, this place was gorgeous. He barely left Seoul, the only times he had were to visit some family in Andong. He was lost, but he enjoyed where ever he was.

"♫Take a look at me, crumbled up in the floor.. ♫" Seokjin tapped on the steering wheel as he sang.

"♫..honestly,..something is wrong with me.. ♫" He continued singing, this time more as a whisper.

*tin!*

"♫..I've been freaking out♫" He continued singing, ignoring the message.

*tin!, tin!*

"♫.. Folding myself into origa-"

*TIN! TIN! TIN!*

"Gosh.." He sighed as he picked his phone up.

yoongay: Seokjin
yoongay: seseeeoeookkkjin
yoongay:SEOKJIN
yoongay: jin
yoongay: jin
yoongay: jin

Jin: What do you want Yoongi?

yoongay:wwwhere are tou
yoongay:😠

Jin: Gosh, are you high or something?

yoongay:maybe

Jin: oh God.

yoongay:yoir sp dry
yoongay:do u love me

Jin: Yes Yoongs i love you

yoongay:hehe we're getting married
yoongay:send pic
yoongay:plz
yoongay:

Jin: Sure?

yoongay:Yur pretty
yoongay:Jin
yoongay: where u
yoongay:jjjjj?
4:06am
yoongay: Are you okay?

¨ﾟﾟ･*:..ﾞﾟ:;｡+ﾟ ☆*ﾟ¨ﾟﾟ･*:..ﾞ

"Aahh.." Seokjin moaned out in pain as he slowly opened his eyes.

As his vision fully adjusted, he stared at the unfamiliar white room he was in.

"Hey!" A raspy deep voice suddenly said. It was just now Seokjin noticed he was definetly not alone. "You're finally awake!"

"Ah..?" Jin cleared his throat as he saw the man that sat by him. He had dark circles, like he hadn't slept in days. "W-Who are you..? W-What am i doing he-"

"Im Kim Namjoon.." He said as Seokjin stared confusedlly. "We uhm..we got into a car crash.."

"Huh!?" Seokjin yelled as he tried sitting down, Namjoon quickly stood up and motioned him to calm down.

"Let's start again, What's you're name?"

"I-Im Seokjin.. Kim Seokjin." He said. "But Sir please can you explain what happened? I can't remember anything and-"

"Please calm down..I'll explain." He said as he sat back down. "Were in Ilsan right now, and-"

"Ilsan?!"

Namjoon shushed him and continued. "For what I saw.. You were taking photos as you drove" he said as he crossed his arms.

"Excuse me? I don't even use my phone while i drive." He scoffed. "You were probably on your phone."

"What? Why are you mad? I'm just saying what i saw.."

"Can i call my family?" He said, avoiding looking at the man and sighing loudly.

Namjoon stared at him confused on why he was so mad. He passed his phone to the irritated boy allowing him to call his mother.

The younger boy gazed at the man, who looked at the phone curiously. "What's wrong?"

"I..Don't remember no one's phone number" He said, still not looking at the other.

Namjoon sighed silently as he took his phone back. "No one's number?"

Seokjin frowned and once again avoided his look. He  stared outside the window, gazing at the big tree starting to get covered in snow.

"the tree looks really pretty..I can't wait for it to be  covered fully in snow. I just love trees so much they're-"

"Don't talk to me." Seokjin rudely interrupted the man's rant about trees as he crossed his arms.

Namjoon frowned, feeling bad for making such a bad impression.

"Would you like something to eat?"

Seokjin softened. He was hungry.

He threw his hands down and for once, looked at the man by him and pouted lightly. After a few seconds he nodded and quickly looked to the side again.

Namjoon stood happily with an adorable smile on his face, dimples appearing in his cheeks. "I'll go get the doctor first!" He sprinted out the room.

A while had passed and Namjoon still wasn't back. Seokjin stared at the tree vigorously, smiling to himself. He stared until the tree was fully covered in snow, looking prettier then ever in its white appearance.

Seokjins back began to hurt, he laid down slowly and waited for Namjoon. His eyes suddenly glanced at an adorable tote bag in the table by the sofa Namjoon sat in. The older boys curiosity won. He sat down and moved slightly to peek on what was inside. He couldn't see much, only some books, notebooks and..His phone?

"He had my phone here this whole time?!" He groaned out loudly.

Seokjin moved closer to the distant table, attempting to reach. He evidently couldn't reach it no matter how hard he tried, yet, he wanted to call his mother.

He slightly slipped at the sound of the door opening.
"Seokjin?"

"Seokjin!" The man yelled this time. "You're going to fall!" He sprinted towards the desperate boy attempting to help him sit back down.

"Don't touch me!"

"Seokjin!" He yelled. "I'm trying to be nice! Can you please cooperate?!"

The stunned boy stayed quiet, avoiding the others deep stare.

"You're just annoying.." He murmured to himself. Namjoon questioned him. Seokjin connected eyes with the other. "Why didn't you just give me my phone?"

"You didn't ask.." He replied softly as he sat down.

"Obviously i wanted my phone man!" Seokjin yelled.

"Am i interrupting something?" A tall tan young man in a white coat said as he entered the room.

The boys awkwardly shook their head and waited for the doctors diagnosis.

"Okay Mr. Kim, You're all better now and ready to go!  The man exclaimed. You were in a coma for a little over a week, those few days, your fractured bones have healed. You'll be here until tomorrow in the afternoon for observation."

"Hm..Thankyou Doctor..?"

"Doctor Jung." he replied with a smile.

"Wow, how formal Hobi" Namjoon suddenly chuckled.

"Shut up namjoon" The doctor laughed. They seemed to be friends by the way they spoke. "Gotta head out, patient dying right now. Stay hot namjoon." He said before sprinting out. A few seconds after he left, he peeped his head through the door. "Mr. Kim..my apologies. You're hot too." He ran out the room.

Namjoon chuckled to himself, quickly looking at the still annoyed boy. "Are you still mad?"

Seokjin glanced at him, clearly annoyed. He stared at the beautiful tree again.

"Sorry..I know you don't want me to speak..uhm.." namjoon thought. He quickly took the strangers phone out his bag and handed it to seokjin.

The blondie, who was still fascinated by the snow covered tree, looked at the tan man who seemed to be returning his phone. Seokjin looked at Namjoon. He quickly regretted and snatched the phone.

"Mother!" he yelled as he heard his mothers voice. "I got into a car crash.. Im in a hospital in Ilsan, but im getting discharged tomorrow"

"No No don't worry..I'm with uhm.. A friend." he said as he awkwardly mad eye contact with Namjoon. "I'll go straight to your house tomorrow, bye"

He put his phone down with a sigh of relief. "Mamas boy?" Namjoon suddenly said.

Seokjin disgustedly looked towards Namjoon. "Excuse me?"

"You're like a mammas boy, yet, you don't even say I love you to her."

"Why do you care?" He yelled.

"Gosh i'm sorry..I was just joking.."

"You're so annoying." Jin sighed as he ran his hands through his face and hair.

Seokjin heard a lot of notifications coming from his phone, he'd figure it was Yoongi.

yoongay: seokjinnnnnnnnm
yoongay:i'm so worried for you seokjin
yoongay:I haven't heard anything from you in like a week
yoongay:Your phone is off too..
yoongay: ITS ON
yoongay: YOURE GETTING THE MESSAGES
yoongay: ARE YOU OKAY
yoongay: BARK

Jin: Hey, sorry

yoongay: SOrRYy!?!?!!
yoongay: what happened

Jin: while you were texting me, HIGH AF, i got in a car crash

yoongay: NAHHH THATS EMBARASSING

Jin: ugh and now i'm with the most annoying person i've ever met. He crashed into me and he keeps blaming me and talking stupidly ab trees and stuff

yoongay: Enemies to lovers?

Jin: If you don't shut up

yoongay: is he at least cute?

Jin: Ig??? idk i haven't even looked at him.

yoongay: Damn, what hospital are you in? i'll go

Jin: Ilsan

yoongay: nvm
yoongay: deal with your annoying cute boy
yoongay: lmk when you're discharged
yoongay:

"Ughhh" Seokjin groaned loudly making Namjoon turn to him.

"Is something wrong?" He asked.

Seokjin glanced at him and threw himself looking towards the window. Hopefully he'd fall asleep and wake up when it's time to leave. He heard the youngers loud sigh, he didn't care though. Slowly, he began to fall sleep.

He heard the other making a ruckus as he read, he didn't pay attention to him though.

Seokjin heard the door slam while he had his eyes closed. He slowly sat back down again toglsnce where Namjoon had been sitting. Of course he wasn't there, instead..There was two full plates filled with food with a tiny note that read "Sorry for the bad impresion, hope we become friends:)"