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So It begins

To Yoongi's surprise, Seokjin actually had the resolve to come back to work.
It had been three consecutive weeks, three, that HYBE had been Seokjin-less. 

And yes, it's exactly what you're thinking. 
Yoongi was pissed. 

Yoongi had spent his hard earned money trying to get Seokjin out of his life. His hate for Seokjin ran deep. 
It wasn't just about the coffee spill or being (supposedly) better than him.

Seokjin, the stupid little asshole, was cocky. 
He walked right up to his stupid little desk, with his stupid little smirk, and his stupid little tie. 

Honestly, Kim Seokjin didn't pay much attention to Yoongi. 
He had his own things going on, he was a hard worker, and constantly suggested team exercises to strengthen the bond he had with his coworkers. 
He was a sweetheart, almost always being as courteous as he could when welcoming new recruits to the staff. 

The only interaction he had with Yoongi was when they had meetings, and the infamous coffee incident. 

So when he walked into work today, he paid Yoongi no mind. 

Seokjin was a successful member of the HYBE team, he was confident and had enough self respect to tell someone to fuck off if they were making him uncomfortable.
He gave Yoongi a run for his money.

It wasn't known by a lot of people outside his humble little workplace, but Min Yoongi wasn't just notorious for his attitude. 
He was also pretty well known when it came to underground gambling rings.

He'd scam pretty little foreigners and "friends" alike if it came to money. He was a whore for it, and anytime his husband or anyone else gave him any, it went straight into the hands of shady dealers and the pockets of expensive stylists.

Much to his husband's dismay. 

He hated seeing Namjoon upset, which was peculiar to him. Especially since Yoongi couldn't give a rat's ass about him. 

Maybe he does, in some sick and twisted way. 

His reliance on Namjoon is reminiscent of the relationship he had with his late biological mother. 

He remembers it all too vividly. 

She was a terrifying woman when angry, but even more so when she was happy. 
He couldn't stand the patronizing tone of his mother's voice when he was shaking and crying in the corner of his room.

It was abnormal and wicked, her happiness. 
Her happiness was the pain of others.

Yet he clung to her, like some sick puppy. 
A simple tug on that leash and Yoongi would be there. 

He remembers a time where his mother, while trying to make a good impression on the other mothers, disguised Yoongi as some sick child. Bandages, and all. 

Except, when he stopped being coherent all together, that's when he realized something was wrong. 
His system was full of sedatives and drugs he couldn't remember. 

The only thing he could remember about that day was the thought of dying. 
And how pleasant the thought was. 

Yoongis' birth mother was arrested and later died before completing her 10 year sentence. 

He was only 6 at the time. 

Yoongi didn't see his mother in Namjoon, because at least he was more subtle with his jabs at Yoongis' already bruised psyche. However, he couldn't shake the feeling of something sinister at play. 
Namjoon barely let him in on bigger plans, he was only a pawn of course.
Yoongi knew that.