Namjoon had showered, gotten dressed for work and then just lost all drive and laid back down on his bed. He was ready to go, he just didn't want to go. So instead, he was hugging Ryan and watching G-Dragon vids on his phone. He paused the video as Yoongi came in, smiling at him. "Sorry, Suga-hyung... I, uh, I dunno. Work seemed like a lot today. I didn't wanna."
He hugged Ryan even harder. "Work is so ... worky."
"I see." Yeah, he was going to get even more heat for this, but whatever. For now Yoongi sent a text explaining that Namjoon wasn't in shape to work today, then he sat down on the edge of the bed next to Namjoon. "You could have told me sooner. Just. For future reference. I'm ready to take that bullet for you too, but a heads up is appreciated."
He looked at Namjoon as he hugged his stuffed toy, smiling a little bit before indicated Namjoon's phone. "What are you up to?"
"Watching some old school Big Bang and lamenting their break up. I miss them." Namjoon sighed and tilted his head back, smiling at Yoongi and then reaching out. He grabbed Yoongi and persistently yanked him closer so he could see. "I dunno if you like them, I don't care. They are the best. G-Dragon was my sexual awakening. I got a boner watching Bang Bang."
He really didn't need to share this info but he did it anyway. Because it mattered. "Sit next to me."
"G-Dragon is hot. I bleached my hair back when, pretty sure that was inspired by him." At least partially. Yoongi shifted until he was next to Namjoon, looking at the phone. "I like them, they have good stuff. Especially the rapping." Well, he had his preferences and overall it was definitely rap, had been since he was a kid.
Not really any need to share that either, but whatever. Namjoon liked sharing, so why not?
"I always wanted to be a rapper. Back when eomma and dad were breaking up, I used to sneak out a lot cause no one noticed over the yelling. I always went to rap clubs, watched stuff and joined in sometimes. Best time of my life. Then dad got super strict." And after he realised his son was going out all the time, he ended up with an assigned protector every time he left the house.
"Hip Hop, rap, that's my thing. I used to perform, before I started training." His life had changed a lot then, for obvious reasons, but whatever. Couldn't make money with music. At least not enough at the right time. "I like Eminem, Jay-Z, lots of rappers. I usually listen to music whenever I have time."
Which happened relatively frequently in a job that was often about waiting around. "I guess you could still rap in your free time, huh? You've got money, you could set up space for it."
"It's not the same as a stage. And anyone I asked to come would say I was good, even if I wasn't. You get a lot of yes men when you become important." Namjoon learned a long time ago that he could fuck up big time and people would still praise him. Maybe that's why he lost a lot of his old manners and all - what did it matter? No one cared either way.
"Why did you quit music? That sounds more fun than this. Following around a rich brat must suck." He was just assuming.
"My parents had a restaurant. There was a fire. They survived, we all did, but they couldn't work for a while and we lost everything, so money was needed quickly. I've got a little brother, I want him to get to do whatever he wants. So I signed up, trained, sent home all the money."
Yoongi shrugged. It hadn't really been something where he felt he had any other choice, although he certainly didn't regret it either. Not ultimately. Not when he saw the smile on Jungkook's face when he talked about hanging out in the arcade after school and when he knew that his parents got to actually enjoy their life somewhat. If that meant having to work for gangsters and following around a rich brat, whatever. Worth it.
"Besides, this rich brat isn't so bad in the end."
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Namjoon had showered, gotten dressed for work and then just lost all drive and laid back down on his bed. He was ready to go, he just didn't want to go. So instead, he was hugging Ryan and watching G-Dragon vids on his phone. He paused the video as Yoongi came in, smiling at him. "Sorry, Suga-hyung... I, uh, I dunno. Work seemed like a lot today. I didn't wanna."
He hugged Ryan even harder. "Work is so ... worky."
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He looked at Namjoon as he hugged his stuffed toy, smiling a little bit before indicated Namjoon's phone. "What are you up to?"
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He really didn't need to share this info but he did it anyway. Because it mattered. "Sit next to me."
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Not really any need to share that either, but whatever. Namjoon liked sharing, so why not?
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Hence Yoongi. "What kind of music do you like?"
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Which happened relatively frequently in a job that was often about waiting around. "I guess you could still rap in your free time, huh? You've got money, you could set up space for it."
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"Why did you quit music? That sounds more fun than this. Following around a rich brat must suck." He was just assuming.
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Yoongi shrugged. It hadn't really been something where he felt he had any other choice, although he certainly didn't regret it either. Not ultimately. Not when he saw the smile on Jungkook's face when he talked about hanging out in the arcade after school and when he knew that his parents got to actually enjoy their life somewhat. If that meant having to work for gangsters and following around a rich brat, whatever. Worth it.
"Besides, this rich brat isn't so bad in the end."