"Sorry, I was a little horny. Come on, let's lay down in bed and talk." Hoseok pulled Yoongi from the bathroom, and they laid down to cuddle in bed.
"So, what did you want to talk about? I think you have an agenda. Soften me up with dinner, sex, and hey, where's my movie?" Yoongi laughed. Hoseok kissed Yoongi's chest, "Ah, caught onto me, huh?" Yoongi nodded.
"Well, I wanted to know a few things before I would sign what you had in your bag." "Your father told you?" Yoongi asked. He wasn't mad.
He was relieved he didn't have to fight about it. "No, he didn't tell me. I was there when you came to see him.
I was pissed, and he calmed me down. Telling me I needed to see it from your shoes. But I can't unless I get some answers," Hoseok said.
Okay, I understand that. I'll try to answer. Hit me with a question."
Yoongi asked. "I'm having a hard time understanding why you have a hard time with money. This means that it bothers you when I can make it easy for us, such as a cook or a maid.
Why?" Yoongi was quiet for a few minutes, and Hoseok went to say something. "Give me a minute, please." Hoseok nodded.
It took Yoongi a few more moments to get his words in his head. "I had it all. I have what you have.
I'm sure you know who my father is?" "I do now. I didn't realize it until last week." "I'm sorry, I thought you knew.
I thought you knew my sister a little better than you did." Yoongi said. "I knew of your sister, as I told my father last week.
I didn't care about school, as he knew. I cared about the car I drove around, dating and partying. She didn't hang in the same circles as I did."
"Yeah, I guess she probably wouldn't. She was into the quarterback or captain of the baseball team." Yoongi laughed, "For you, she was missing something."
"So, can you explain it?" Hoseok asked. "Please don't take anything I'm saying the wrong way." Yoongi started with.
"I won't. I'm just trying to figure this out." Hoseok said.
"I had it. I truly lived maybe ten minutes from you growing up." Hoseok nodded his head because he knew where Yoongi's parents still lived.
"I was you too, well, sort of. I did like school the first time around." They both laughed.
"But I was the typical asshole rich kid too, car, money, attitude, and you want to know who always knocked me down a few pegs?" "Who?" "Joon." "How?" "Wouldn't cover me during a play or two. Namjoon always would tell me you're only as good as your offense.
Get hit a time or two. That will drop your ego quickly. But it didn't stay down long until I learned what it was like to go from being rich to poor the next.
To know you had anything you wanted not to know where your next meal was coming from." Yoongi continued, "I know I could have told you over the years why it bothered me, and I'm sorry that I didn't. I believe Taeminaa should have more rights to your money than me.
I love you, and I'm happy that we fell in love with one another."
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