milk&honey | m.yoongi

i.

[in this story yoongi is younger than namjoon]

"why the hell should i do it?"

the words rolled off his tongue like venom. every word that found itself protruding from his lips had an aura of vexation behind it.
one of the many attributes caused by being brought up on the streets he supposed.

"because, not only am i your hyung, but i am also your boss."

the lean, attractive man in front of him calmly replied. the man in question sported a dark navy blue suit, rose gold rolex, sly demeanor, and a smirk that looked as if it were sculpted by god.

"namjoon, this is ridiculous. if you want to get laid this badly go get a girl yourself. i'm a sniper. not a wingman."

the 22 year old assassin complained, rolling his eyes; an action he performed religiously.

namjoon sighed.

"i'm not using you to get sex, yoongi. i can do that myself."

namjoon sighed at his younger. slightly offended that he didn't believe in his ability to woo women, or men for that matter.

"how many fucking times do i have to remind you. my name is agust, not yoongi."

he barked, making his hyung aggravated. yoongi stood up, his long legs carrying him over to the overly priced gold engraved oak doors that connected namjoon's office to the rest of the as equally overpriced mansion.

"yoongi is the name you were born with therefore i will call you so. i've put a roof over your head, given you unlimited access to food and water for the past six years. not even to mention the fact that i was the one who saved your ungrateful ass from being murdered when you where a homeless high school drop out. i can call you whatever i damn well please. "

namjoon scolded. he was now standing, giving yoongi a stare that could only be interpreted as a death wish.

yoongi scoffed, obviously not phased.

"if you have decided to not be a pain in my ass anymore, get the hell out of my office and report back to hoseok. he has the details on your next mission. your deadline for phase one is in two weeks. get on it. now."

namjoon growled, peering into yoongi's eyes. namjoon was always stressed, but it was like he was on a different playing field today. yoongi couldn't exactly blame him though. namjoon's profession was to harm others for money. and even though namjoon wasn't exactly the kindest human being, it still took a toll on him.

"isn't it your job to tell me the details? i have shit to do. and another fucking pointless mission to prepare for."

yoongi groaned, just as he was about to slam the door behind himself he heard the voice of his superior.

namjoon was finally at his breaking point.

"i really don't want to bicker with you anymore or waste your oh so valuable time. but to answer your question, i can't. i have 'shit' to do as well."