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Storming through the room, Yoongi barely managed to reach the bed before he smothered his face with a pillow, muttering curse words. Today had been a rough day for him. He’s got a project due the next week and no one in his stupid group is willing to help. On top of that, he hadn’t been able to sleep at all at night because of his neighbor. His neighbor, Park fucking Jimin, as he learned, was a major playboy around the neighborhood. Every single fucking night, he brings home a girl to... play with. Of course, Yoongi didn't give a shit of the others love life. His only problem was that they were so—freakin—loud. The walls were thin at his dorm house and the moans kept on reaching through. He even tried to stuff his ears with cotton, but even that didn’t work. Yoongi already tried bluntly telling Jimin that he was loud. Even more irritably, the last time Yoongi told Jimin, he smirked and told him, “ Was I so loud? I’m so sorry~... but you know, your pretty cute, want to come have some "fun" over at my house?” , before flashing another grin with his full lips. Yoongi just quickly stood up and excused himself and never bothered to ask anymore. Of course, after those encounters, not only did the noise next door not get quieter, but got louder, annoying the 25 year old man to no end. Shaking his head to clear these thoughts, he removed the pillow from his face and fetched a cup of coffee. He looked around the apartment. It wasn’t really big, and he had moved in about 5 months ago. Since he basically cutted off relations with his family. He’s kind of tight on money, so he’s living off of Cup Noodles. Stacks of those were lying around the floor, and other than that, well... clothes were in heaps and piles around the room. He made a mental note to clean later, but he decided now was not the time. Fetching a leather jacket that he wore, he went outside to get some air and to... well.... official business. He smiled softly thinking about what is to come while opening the door.
“Hey, Yoongi! What’s up!” A voice sounded beside him.
Startled, Yoongi looked beside him to find, sucking in his breath, Park fucking Jimin, smiling his billionaire smile with another girl close in his arms. Yoongi ignored the one-night-stand couple, and tried walking right past them. Jimin blocked him before he latched on his hand to Yoongi’s arm.
“ Going somewhere, Hyung?” He asked as he smiled again, pulling The older man till Yoongi almost lost his cool.
” Oppa~”, the girl beside him pouted, “ Come on~ let’s go in!”, as she started tugging Jimin towards his suite, glaring at Yoongi while she’s at it.
Thanking the gods that they had sent this girl, this angel, he put on a fake smile and shoved Jimin towards her.
“ Jimin, “ Yoongi said as he bolted away gleefully, “ Please go take care of your girlfriend”
Jimin frowned in frustration as Yoongi got away from him. The girl by his side seemed to be happy that Yoongi had called her his girlfriend. “ Oppa?” The girl asked as she tugged him towards his suite again. “ Sorry, kitten, I was just admiring how breathtaking you are... now shall we?”, as he leaded her towards their place and entering. “ I’ll get you later”, Jimin said as he closed the door behind him.
Yoongi was still smiling at the thought that he had escaped from the playboy. He turned right at a dark ally, and entered a dark building. Shaking those thoughts away, he returned to his stoic self and knocked on something that appeared to be a desk. As if on cue, a gloomy looking guy sprang up, and asked, “ Name?”
” Suga.” He said as he pulled out a glossy, black card and putting it on they table.
The man immediately changed his attitude the moment he heard the name. He stared at the black card and gulped. Suga, the rapper. He had only heard rumors about him. Apparently, he was very famous for his compositions and had been the most sought after artist, and he was here, in front of him... now.