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