"You sucked as my mom. You forgot my surname. And your one boob well out... and you told everyone you were the victim of falling boob syndrome." Namjoon did smile a little. He remembered those days. He remembered being young and struggling even then, handling a baby and a drunk dad, trying to make everything work. He supposed he did owe Hobi a lot, he pretty much kept him going.

With a roll of his eyes, he held out his hand. "Fine, I'll troll Fake D for you. But you owe me."

Taking Hobi's phone, he leaned back and read the response, raising an eyebrow. It'd be more of a compliment if he wasn't so sure that Grindr had low standards for hot.

my friend made the profile of me behind my back

Agust D, go back to making CDs and stop dicking around on grindr.
especially since your last album phoned it in.