why (yoonmin)

chapter 1

Min yoongi, is a high school graduate who was trying to make a living through music saving up as much as he could every chance he got and added it to his 'one day I'll leave ' savings in his bank, but until then it was living at home with mom and pop in their unstable home. He hated it. They told him to be an adult and live his own life but when they needed him and his money he would refuse and automatically restate what they had told him when he first became an adult. He had things to do people he wanted to meet and his parents didn't like him for that, calling him names saying that he was being disrespectful.
"I DIDNT ASK TO BE BORN! I DIDNT ASK FOR ALL THIS TO BE THROWN ON ME AS SOON AS I GOT A JOB AND SOME MONEY FOR MYSELF !" He would shout at them. It was his most used statement and it shut them up every time no matter the condition of the argument. He was done being their bank for when they blew their money on useless things and couldn't afford the bills. After each argument he'd have with them, which wasn't as often as he thought but it was still a pretty frequent thing, he would go to his room and open his savings and count the money have had in there and would do the math and figure out how much left he needed to save up before he could storm off in the middle of the night without so much as a word.

Finishing a night in the recording studio, a stressful one at that, I , min "genius" yoongi, slowly made my way through the many doors that kept my work a secret from unneeded ears. It was just another day of note scratching and paper crumpling, just like it's always been for the past three months. Having no idea what to even write about anymore, the dream of moving out of my parents house before I die was killing me from the inside out, literally. Every night id sit in my room and stare at the ceiling looking for words to mash together enough to make a decent stanza , but it doesn't work, it never dose and all I'm left with is this hole in my chest and anger. Oh the beloved anger which fills me up leaving me a mess at the end of the night. I usually bottle it up and store it for the arguments that always leave me on empty after, but I'm coming to realize, I don't even care about them anymore. I haven't cared about a single fucking argument I get in with anyone anymore, especially not with my parents. It's always the same: " yoongi-ah, we need some extra money for the water bill. Do you think you have it in your heart to help us out and give us 200 for it ?" My mother would always start out as my father stood back and watched my reaction, which has only slightly changed from angry to resting bitch face. I'd decline and that's when my father would join in: " we give you a roof over your head, food in your mouth. And this is how you repay us? By simply being disrespectful?!" It was always different at the end no two were the same, not in the 20 years I've been alive and not in the two years I've had a job, my job, doing what I loved, at least until I can get a decent song fixed for more money to arrive. Sometimes I'll mix it up and ignore them entirely, locking my door and jamming headphones into my ears.
A sudden loud raining in my ears jolted me out of my bed causing me to rip my headphones out at an alarming speed. I hurried to answer my phone after removing the headphone jack and ignoring the caller ID.
"I don't know who you are or why you're calling me yet , but know that I am pissed and annoyed at being woken up at." I paused to look at the clock. " are you fucking kidding me, it's 7 am. Someone better have died for your mental sake. " the voice at the other end was deep but very clear. Only having one friend in my circle with a voice like that I knew who I was taking to.
"That was both frightening and funny, but I called you because, as your manager and lovely best friend-"
"Namjoon, you're wearing my already thin patience down to a fine grain of sand. Out with it or I'm hanging up." I cut him off.
"Ahem, I am calling to inform you that I have a new song for you to record and to tell you that there is an interest in signing you."
I thought for a moment pulling in everything he told me and thought it over before answering. Rash decision making is crushing in the music industry leaving you one of two ways: living with your parents for the rest of your life trying to get by OR living in a top notch mansion without your parents. Personally I am striving for the second.
" what's the sonf details and the name of the company?" My voice hinted my caution and I knew Namjoon picked up on it.
"The song is about your struggles and the company isn't a big one but it's better than nothing. They didn't leave with a name, they just told me to call you and tell you they will be calling soon to go over details. Sketchy if you ask me, but it's up to you if you wanna take the risk, I won't judge or harass you." He chuckled softly to himself which pissed me off.
" I'll talk to you about it later at the studio. Meeting at 3. Call everyone and tell them to meet up. I'm going back to bed and decide on your fate for waking me up at the ass crack of dawn." I hung up the phone regardless of the protests on the other line and set it back down on my nightstand next to my bed. What a long day this is about to be for me.