Hung Up On You | KNJ

The stirrings of an idea

In Korea, winter break had happened at nearly the same time as in the US, and when Hoseok got back to Gwangju, it was only a matter of hours before he and Namjoon had scheduled a meeting together in Seoul for the next week.

Hobi was very nervous, not just at meeting Yoongi, but at the idea of meeting all your brothers.

"What if they'd murdered me on the spot for not taking good care of you Livie," he had teased when he'd told you this story after he'd returned back that first year. You had explained that your brothers wouldn't have murdered him at all, and he'd just shaken his head.

"No, because I had a whole other semester to watch over you," he'd reminded you and at that you'd nodded in agreement. He probably wasn't wrong.

But while your brothers were all meeting each other for the first time, you were back in San Francisco, staring at the numbers on your screen, trying to make them dance.

Your Appa's long-ago suggestion that you request the payment for the salaries of multiple employees had allowed you to live very comfortably in Korea. When Namjoon had suggested taking some of the money and creating an investment account.

"Money can make more money Livie. That's how making money works," Namjoon had told you. Since his grade in econ was always better than yours, you had simply agreed and let him walk you through those initial investments.

Now you grinned maniacally at the numbers in front of you. The salaries had not been insignificant, and the monthly withdrawals from the accounts hadn't raised suspicions with your parents either. The salaries had all been shut down at your moving to Stanford, but your parents had increased the money to cover tuition costs instead.

They allowed you a tiny amount for living expenses and a ridiculous amount for textbooks. Between the overage on what you were supposed to be spending on textbooks, and the money you and Hoseok had saved from thrifting the clothes, there was yet another tidy sum.

Now you watched in glee as you began to see that the numbers were about to roll over into seven digits.

You sat back in your desk chair and sipped your smuggled in drink, the soju warming you in more ways than one tonight as your thoughts raced through the future. With this amount of money, you could do amazing things. But what you really wanted to do, was launch a business.

The software that you and Jungkook had developed could become something amazing, if Namjoon was allowed to go wild with it. If Yoongi could dedicate more time to his studio than his studies, people would hear the music he made. Hoseok would share in Yoongi's music too. People would ask about the software and... Your brain faltered before you decided to press on.

And then the money would roll in for all of you.

You entertained the fantasy of nudging Jin into his singing career, of being able to launch the dance school Jimin dreamed of. Of giving Tae the art studio that he always longed for.

And as you dreamed, you watched the screen until the numbers rolled towards that miraculous seventh digit in front of your eyes as the updates came in from yesterday.

At that moment, your phone rang, and you answered without looking, knowing exactly who it would be.

"Livie! You did it," came Namjoon's joyous voice and you laughed.

"We did it Oppa. Together," you said with a smile, and then holding the phone to your ear, the two of you dreamed together for a bit.

On Christmas day, late in the afternoon you got a surprise in the form of a video call from all seven of your brothers.