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Seokjin stares and stares at the mint haired man before him and the 22 year old really hopes he looks intimidating standing by the door. Not a chance. The milky skinned boy’s temper looks like it’s running short but Seokjin will not be moving. Never. Not in a million years.
“I bought this house fair and square. It was up for foreclosure because you couldn’t pay up. Now hop off or I’m calling the police.”
Seokjin had only been gone THREE days to his cousin’s apartment trying to get some money off the younger boy, but Taehyung was a university student, how was he supposed to have enough for the mortgage debt? Coming back empty handed, quite literally, Seokjin is met with all his furniture and stuff outside while a new resident had finished moving in. Whichever moving company this man used Seokjin was impressed. And understandably frustrated.
“I was so close to getting my money I really just needed----”
Yoongi sighs out loud and cuts off Seokjin’s pleading voice, “You got notice after notice from the bank every month. If you couldn’t pay it month for month how were you planning to get all the money at once?”
Seokjin is stunned into silence and a blush is creeping up with embarrassment at the accusations that hit too close to home, literally. “I- I- I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to sell my scripts and---”
Yoongi holds up his hand and shakes his head, “I’m stopping you right there. Nothing: pity, a sob story, pleading, NOTHING Is going to get you this house back.” He slams the door on a boiling and dumbfounded Seokjin. Snapping back to his senses the blonde haired man starts pounding on the large white doors, “WAIT!! PLEASE! I HAVE NOWHERE TO GO!”
Yoongi hears the obnoxious banging and pleading but simply rolls his eyes. He was superstar Min Yoongi. No way he was going to be swayed into doing something he didn’t want to. Especially share a house with some strange, blond haired, pink shirt and terribly ripped jeans, writer? He hadn’t even heard the name before. On the documents it said Kim Seokjin. How had the nobody-writer (technically a name for someone who was unemployed, in his opinion) get such a great house to begin with? It was none of his concern now though because this great house was his now. Finally, it was about time he moved out of the company’s apartments.
Yoongi wakes and showers quickly. It’s only 7am but a star’s life started earlier than most and he had to be at the company soon or else his manager Hoseok was going to throw a fit. After finishing a quick instant breakfast that tastes pretty much like sticky rice and bland cardboard he opens the door only to see Seokjin standing on his porch leaned against a pillar and waiting. Yoongi’s up to his neck with annoyance and is about to yell when he realises that Seokjin’s in the same clothes as yesterday. “Disgusting,” Yoongi snarls while making a shooing motion towards the older who looks half dead. “Go away, I’m not letting you in.”
The star walks down the stairs while spinning his keys on the keyring when Seokjin’s fingers weakly grab his arm. Annoyed, the mint haired boy turns and rips the weak grip off of his body. “Get off! I’m seriously going to call the police.” With those last words he turns around and heads towards the driveway on the other side of the house.
***
After checking to make sure most of the big furniture that belonged to Seokjin has been trashed Yoongi gets in the car. The boxes filled with small necessities, personal belongings, and clothes have yet to be taken away but he can wait for that to be taken care of in a few days. While driving by he checks the porch and sure enough Seokjin is nowhere to be found. He’s not lingering around the door or trying to get in with the old key. Speaking of, Yoongi reminds himself to call someone and make sure the old security will be upgraded and a new lock can be placed on the doors. He sighs and is about to gun the pedal when something catches his eye.
“What the---” near the stairs, there’s a white sneaker that’s turned in an awkward angle and conveniently attached to a leg. “Ugh. God!” Groaning he parks the audi r8 spyder and gets out to check on the increasingly ominous feeling in his gut. As he’s walking closer there’s no doubt. Sure enough Seokjin has collapsed in front of his door and is sprawled uncharacteristically in front of his house.
Yoongi skeptically kicks Seokjin’s foot but there’s no response. “Hey… if you’re faking it…” He suddenly stops himself. He was a grade-A jerk, for sure even he felt it at times, but he didn’t want to be labeled an absolute scum of the earth. Reaching down he checks Seokjin’s forehead and hisses while pulling his hand back. Yoongi wonders why he hadn’t noticed it when Seokjin gripped his arm but the guy was burning up like he had been dipped in a flaming inferno. “I hate my life…”
***
Seokjin weighs more than he looks. Well. It’s not like he looks that thin either. Yoongi’s slim legs quiver as the bulky, well built, and taller but practically lifeless body balances next to him. His minty hair is dripping at the edges with sweat by the time he’s moved Seokjin from the front door to the couch in the living room. Looking at his watch he curses. He’s going to be at least 30 minutes late and his stylist Namjoon is going to fret about the hair that needs to be washed before any styling can be done. “You better be grateful Kim Seokjin”
When his eyes peel open he feels like they’ll start crying blood. Whimpering Seokjin reaches out for Taehyung. His cousin. Practically his younger brother. They’ve always lived in the same house and whenever either of them felt sick they’d cuddle together on the giant mattress that was in the master room of their full house. This house. Wait? This house?! Shooting up he looks around at the unfamiliar, modern, new furniture in his living room. Well… technically not his anymore. Taehyung would cry from devastation at the changes that made home seem so… strange. They had both cherished this house dearly. Of course, Seokjin doesn’t regret putting money into Taehyung’s education. He is slightly bitter they had to give up their childhood home but it can’t be helped, you couldn’t have both slices of pie. That’s why he had tried to reason with the new owner and maybe if he heard their situation he would have been willing to arrange something. But it seemed like there was no chance.
The new owner was apparently a super star. When he found the name on the documents it said “Min Yoongi.” It sounded familiar to Seokjin for some reason and when he looked him up on his phone sure enough a sensational person popped up. Seokjin had doubted, maybe it was just somebody with the same name? When he rang the doorbell and came face to face with the star he was sure it was THE original, real, Min Yoongi. There was no mistaking that “hot issue” green hair fans were raving about all over the interwebs.
Seokjin looks at his sticky shirt and sighs. He can’t just go outside and get his old clothes in those boxes, he didn’t know what was where and he didn’t have the key to get back in anymore. He had accidently left that at Taehyung’s dormitory.
As if on cue his phone rings with a familiar ring tone and he picks it up immediately. It’s Taehyung.
“Hyung-ah!”
“Uh. Hey Taetae. What’s up?”
“I’m thinking of getting a loan for our house what did the owner say? Did you meet him? Was he willing to maybe arrange a contract or something?”
Seokjin sighs knowing full well that the truth will break his little cousin’s heart, but how could he lie to him? When Taehyung was going as far as getting a loan. “No. Taehyung I think we should give up. They’re not even willing to listen.”
“Oh…”
It shatter’s Seokjin’s heart. That little guilty syllable. “Taehyung it’s not your fault at all! It’s my fault and my decision so don’t--”
“But hyung! I-I-I If only I… and uncle…”
Seokjin can hear Taehyung’s voice clogging from the oncoming set of tears and he reassuringly shushes into the phone, “Oh come on Taetae~ don’t cry in front of Hyung-ah… you know Hyung-ah always cries when you c-cry… please.” His own voice cracks and the headache worsens as he strains to hold in the flood of salty tears. His nose starts to bleed too and he pinches it while looking for a napkin. He doesn’t want to get blood all over the new white couch he was sitting on.
Sniffling Taehyung nods and Seokjin can hear the rustle on the other side. “Hyung-ah I need to go class… I’ll call you soon okay? Let’s find an apartment near here to stay together again…”
Seokjin smiles a little at his studious and hardworking cousin, “Of course Taehyung.”
“Okay… and Hyung?”
“Hum? What is it?”
“I missed you.”
Seokjin’s breath stops and he sees a little child again. That little boy that used to cling to him and refuse to let go. The little boy who used to chase him as their laughs echoed along these very walls. The stairs they used to skip together, hand in hand because Taehyung was too scared to jump them without his “Jjin hyung!” He remembers that Taehyung that grew up with him right under this very roof and swallows the thick lump. They had been away for a while, Taehyung attending Uni and Seokjin trying to get his work published into an actual script for the small screen while staying in the full house. Maybe it was destiny that decided the two of them were away for too long and needed to get back together.
“I missed you more. The house was too empty without you anyway.”
Taehyung stays silent for a second and Seokjin can tell he’s wiping the tears and biting his pillow to stay quite, a habit that he’s had since he was a little child.
“Okay... Bye hyung.” They both hang up so they can sob freely without hurting the other. They both knew it was goodbye to all the great memories and all the years bickering, laughing, and being together under their home.
Mask? Check. Hat pressed on so tight his green locks can't stick out? Check. He slowly walks into the store and makes sure to dodge the schoolgirls like they're the plague. If somebody recognized him and reported he was buying fever medicine and what not they'd get worried. Then the company would ask if he's feeling alright. How was he supposed to fake an illness? They were going to say he was fine and then speculation and UGH he didn't want to think about what the media would do then. He reads all the labels carefully but doesn't really know what Seokjin has or if he's taking any other medications and what not.
"Can I help you?" The part time worker looks at him curiously but doesn't seem like an evil girl out to ruin his day so he scratches his head. "They have a fever from staying out in the cold. The girl picks up a few medications and asks questions like how long it's been going, if they have any heart conditions or allergies. Yoongi has no idea so he sighs and looks at her while she stares back curiously, "Just give me all 4 of those." She raises an eyebrow but takes the bottles to the counter anyway while Yoongi scratches his head and quickly adjusts his hat. Why was he doing this for that blonde anyway? "Your total is 20,000 won. (~17 USD)" He swipes his card without hesitation, honestly he had no idea why.
***
Yoongi comes back and stops short when he sees that Seokjin’s still on the couch, exactly like he’s left him. Sweat dots his face and those perfectly even eyebrows are scrunched in pain. He rummages the shelves to find a thermometer only to curse because he doesn't have one. Old fashioned way it is. Leaning over, slightly so the sleeping figure doesn't stir, Yoongi places his pale hand on Seokjin's forehead. It's a little warm but much better than in the morning and he lets out a relieved sigh although he's not sure why. It's certainly not because he was worried, just guilt really. He shouldn't have let the man stay outside all night, there had been quite a few scattered showers too.
Now that was taken care of and he could get one thing off his mind Yoongi looks around his house to make sure everything was intact and Seokjin really didn't wreck havoc on all his things in revenge (although he didn't look like the type to do such a thing one could never be too sure). Nothing seems out of ordinary and that’s why he’s so surprised to see the table filled with food. Everything looks and smells like it was ripped right out of a fancy restaurant's magazine. Suspiciously he looks over at the kitchen but it’s sparkling clean.
He stalks over and shoves Seokjin’s shoulder. Hard. Groaning the blonde unsticks his eyes and looks up, blinking through swollen and bloodshot orbs. Yoongi’s heart clutches a little because Seokjin looks like a kicked puppy who’s been crying for hours, and maybe he has been. Well, that made him feel like a jerk all over again for sure.
“You made all that?” He asks with his gruff, tired voice. Work had NOT been easy today, especially with the boss being a hardass and giving him crap for the recent lyrics in his rap song. It was a DISS track for god’s sake who cared what the press wrote about? Explicit lyrics? Yeah, maybe that was why the (19) label was on it in the first place. On top of that Hoseok was in a fussy mood because an anti fan had attempted to get her drink passed to Yoongi. Then there was the whole thing about him stressing over one blonde dude passed out in his house because he had denied him shelter that was more distracting than Yoongi would have liked to admit. Turns out blonde was much more capable setting a whole feast in a few hours.
Seokjin gets up weakly and rubs his eyes while nodding sheepishly. “I cook to relieve stress and I…. Sorry.”
What a weird way to relieve stress. Yoongi himself is a terrible cook so he shrugs, if that food tasted as good as it looked he wouldn’t complain. “Why’re you saying sorry? I guess you can come eat it with me before going out.”
Seokjin looks at him but shrugs, “Yeah… sure.” He slightly wonders if maybe Yoongi was inviting him to dinner because he’s worried Seokjin was an anti-fan trying to poison him although the notion was preposterous. Or… maybe not. Any sane person would be mad at the one who kicked them out of their family home but Seokjin wasn’t a psychopath who murdered people for stupid reasons as such. Still, he's read some crazy news articles about those antis so he think it’s best if he proves his innocence by eating with Yoongi. He was hungry anyway.
Seokjin’s doing the dishes and packing the leftovers while Yoongi sits stunned. It was probably the best meal he’s had in his whole entire life. Not even an exaggeration. The flavors were all great, he didn’t even know the measly ingredients in his fridge could make such a great meal, and the salt was at a minimal, in perfect sync with his diet these days.
The water turns off and Yoongi quietly looks at Seokjin who wipes his head and bows. When he gets back up from the 90 degrees bow he sways a little to the side and on instinct Yoongi pulls up a hand even though it's ridiculous since he wouldn't be much help. Closing his eyes and sucking in his breath to find some stability Seokjin finally speaks the words he was dreading to. “I’m sorry. I know this is technically trespassing but… I was really desperate so… I’ll get going now. Please... P-please take care of this house.” He turns to grab his phone when suddenly Yoongi stops him without even thinking.
“Wait.”
Seokjin waits patiently and the mint haired star marvels at how obedient the man was, much unlike himself. “Let’s make a deal." It's honestly the worst spontaneous decision Yoongi has made yet (and he's made some pretty terrible ones from the bandana and curly hair look to the "let's buy 50 cases of beer while you're already shitface drunk one). Still, this decision was by far the worst and he cringes while even making it. Yet it was something about Seokjin. So vulnerable yet determined enough to wait outside his freaking doorstep all night that moves his heart. Yes. His heart. Contrary to popular belief and portrayal Min Yoongi was not a cyborg nor was he absolutely heartless. You can stay here, clean, cook, etc and you can live here rent free until you can find a good time to leave.”
Seokjin literally feels like the person he’s talking and looking at a totally different person from the one that was in this house this morning and he vaguely wonders what happened today to make Min Yoongi such a changed man.
“Can we make a signed contract on this?” He asks. Seokjin may have been kind and innocent but he wasn’t a total idiot. The world had tried screwing him over too many times for him not to be careful, even if it seemed like this person was suddenly benevolent you would never know unless there was proof.
Yoongi gives a half-hearted smirk. He was a smart one, this Seokjin. Good. He couldn't stand to be around dumb people without the basics down. “Fine. Let’s write it right now.”
Seokjin moves his boxes into the guest room and shoots a quick “kakao talk” to Taehyung explaining the situation along with a emoticon of a cat gesturing and glittering words saying “CALL ME” on top. Pocketing the phone he starts ripping the boxes open and wonders if he’ll be able to deal with the star living upstairs. Sure, Seokjin was a patient and kind guy, many people loved him for that. Still, could he deal with THE Min Yoongi who was notoriously known as the “Ice prince?” It was rumored that he was even cold towards his fans yet thousands of people, girls and boys alike, went crazy for him.
Seokjin doesn’t get it. His ideal type had always been the kind and sweet person. Perhaps that’s why none of his scripts satisfied the publishers because it seemed the pattern in K-Dramas was always “nice guy gets terribly heartbroken...again!” He tried to change it up and got turned down countless times. But he was going to make it one day. Speaking of scripts, he dug around and finally found the box that held all the contents from his desk. At the very top lay his binder with the latest idea. A romantic comedy based on a girl who was a stunt double to a bratty actor. Everybody would think she ends up with the actor but actually she falls in love with the makeup artist. It seemed brilliant… to Seokjin anyways. Right before going to sleep he placed the script next to his bed and smiled, maybe tomorrow he could visit a publisher after Yoongi left for work and he’s finished what’s in his contract. Food, cleaning, laundry, gardening, and shopping for supplies.
Yoongi sits patiently as Jimin holds up two ties and compares them. To him they look pretty much the same but Jimin grimaces like he’s making the hardest decision yet. The mint-haired star doesn’t mind though, Jimin looks chic when he’s working. Slightly relaxed because he’s in his own zone, yet totally concentrated indicating that he doesn’t take his work lightly, but also his muscles move freely. Jimin doesn’t even notice his eyebrows scrunching in distress when something about a suit doesn’t fit, nor does he notice the satisfied curve of his lips whenever a size is just right, but Yoongi notices. He notices everything about Jimin.
“You’ll look stunning at the party, I’m telling you.” Jimin nods and helps tie the slim black fabric around his collar. “Aren’t you proud of Jungkook? Ugh, he’s so amazing. Not only is he in broadcasting and publishing but an entertainment company too?” Although the designer looks happy in his zone he looks happiest when talking about their friend and his long time crush Jeon Jungkook. Yoongi’s smile flatlines and he nods, “I’m really proud of Jungkook.”
Jimin turns and looks through the watches, “Of course you are. He’s younger than us by a year but doing as much as we are. Gold or black?” He asks holding up the two wrist watches. Yoongi’s about to point one out when Jimin smiles, “Gold. It’s better. We are going to “Golden Maknae” Jungkook’s party anyway. It’s a tribute to him, ya know?”
Yoongi frowns as the watch is fastened onto his wrist for a fitting. He didn’t want to pay tribute to Jungkook. Sure he was happy and of course he was proud, but he wishes Jimin would stop stabbing his heart unconsciously every time and maybe ask for his opinion, because to Yoongi he likes black better. It was the color of Jimin’s eyes, and his flawlessly pushed back hair, and his cute working glasses and if given the choice Yoongi would choose to give tribute to Jimin over Jungkook every time. Yet Park Jimin never gives him the chance. Ever.
Seokjin’s as dejected as ever because once again, his script is too lacking to become an actual K-Drama. There are a list of things he’s asked to fix and one of them is to “possibly review the direction of the love line.” Basically they were telling him to make sure the action packed strong willed girl falls for the jerk and know-it-all actor. That was too typical and against the whole purpose of Seokjin’s script.
Too busy grumbling and flipping through the editor notes Seokjin didn’t notice as he rams straight into someone. Papers went flying, his binder fell right out of his hands, everybody in the cafe stopped to look at him, and his iced coffee spilled all over a white button down shirt. Not to mention a very neat and very expensive looking shirt. Gasping and coming to his senses Seokjin bows, “I’M SO SORRY SIR!”
Jeon Jungkook blinks a few times at the blonde before him and at the papers on the floor. “N-no… It’s not a big deal but… you’re not hurt or anything right?”
Seokjin shakes his head furiously and crouches down to pick up the stray papers, “Of course not sir! I’m really sorry, I’ll pay for the dry cleaning and---”
Jungkook chuckles and grabs the remainder of the papers before taking the ones in Seokjin’s hands. “Nahh no need. How about you get me a drink instead?”
Blinking and folding his binder Seokjin looks at the attractive male before him who gives a wide smile and points his chin towards the counter, “I was just about to get an iced caramel macchiato.”
Noticing he was staring a little too star-struck Seokjin starts up with a startled, “AH! Right! I’ll get that for you right now!”
“Haha, thank you. I’ll be sitting in that corner over there.”
Jungkook is a pleasant person and really easy to talk to. Seokjin doesn’t really do the whole meeting strangers thing. He’s always just hung around Taehyung and maybe Sandeul but his small circle of friends consisted of people he’s known practically forever. It’s not that he doesn’t want to socialize or anything but Seokjin acknowledges he’s awkward and consequently doesn’t go out much. So, it comes as a surprise that when Jungkook clearly shows some interest in becoming friends with him and asks for his number Seokjin immediately takes out his phone and gives it to him.
“Next time you contact me I’ll definitely give you the dry cleaning money and--”
Jungkook lets out his deep throated chuckle while punching in his number and calling himself, “That’s not why i want your number. If you really want to make it up eat dinner with me, I need an excuse to get out these days, okay Seokjin hyung?”
Flustered he takes back his phone and looks at the new contact “Jungkook” that’s been entered. Simple and not too formal, no “Jeon” in front. Like real friends who’ve known each other for a long time. Smiling he ends the call and nods, “Sure. I can buy dinner.”
Jungkook looks at him pointedly like he was going to say he could and would pay, but Seokjin looks adamant on paying back the mess he created so he nods. “Yeah, why not buy me some pasta?”
“Pasta it is. Call me whenever,” Seokjin nods and collects his stuff. Jungkook smiles, he knows he will be.