Circus - Namjin

1st performance

Day 1 (Part 1/3)

"I can't stand the social benefiters," Suho said with a judging look. He had his hands tugged into the pockets of his crème dress pants which he had combined with a white button-down. Over his shoulder dangled a Prada backpack. "If you can't pay the tuition, you can't go to university. It's as easy as that."

Namjoon nodded while trying not to roll his eyes. He hated when Suho bragged about their wealth. Suho's family was rich as well as his own, for their fathers were owners of two big companies, but some of the students with a stipendium sure deserved to study more than his friend did. Still, he agreed to the smaller, like he always did. Disagreeing never gained him anything as well as being reasonable and objective, so at some point he had given up on it. Parenting his friends was not his job, and it would be rather useless, because his friends had been intoxicated by their parents' believes since childhood. He was no exception, and he knew that, but he still liked to think more highly of himself, because he obviously was smarter than them all.

"Just wait!" the smaller said with a raised finger, "One day it'll be like in Germany with no tuition at all, and the universities will be swamped with people like him." Suho's finger lowered to point at a guy in front of the giant blue-striped circus tent they were passing because they crossed the green area they had to walk past every morning to go to university. If they would not live close to campus, Suho sure would drive here with his beloved Mercedes sports car. It had cost Namjoon much time and many words to convince his friend that it was not necessary to go by car for five minutes. They stood out enough for being the two wealthiest bachelors on campus, no need for a golden Mercedes (or a black Porsche, his own car).

Namjoon's eyes followed the gesture and a small smile tugged on the corners of his mouth. The guy Suho had pointed at sure as hell gave a shit about university. His light-blue hair was messy like he just had rolled out of bed and his half-lidded eyes underlined the drowsy picture. But what made him look so hilarious was the coat that hung around his small, skinny figure. The cloth was made of hundreds of pieces of different fabric and color, looking like it never had been a whole from the beginning. He could spot some glittery pieces, some even looked like leather, others were checked or striped. To sum it up: it was a ragbag of different colors and textiles, sewed together in no obvious order. The sleeves were much too long, and the hemline ended slightly underneath his knees, showing he wore no trousers. But it also gave a free sight of the strange guy's shoes that definitely did not match. One was a timeworn red converse, the other a glittery, blue model with a pointy tip.

But the guy did not seem to care at all. He leaned against a pillar of the circus tent's entrance and sipped on a big mug of coffee. Namjoon felt slightly envious, but he did not really know why.

"What a disgrace for the eye!" Suho hissed and gave the blue-haired a disgusted look. Namjoon found himself agreeing once again, but he found it to be rather funny than disgusting. "If he could, my daddy-"

"Would sue those people? And then what?" he interrupted his friend's hate-filled words. Suho just crunched his nose and looked back at the circus guy.

The blue-haired snorted amused and turned his attention back to his coffee. Did he hear them? That would be embarrassing. Suho's daddy-talk was on a whole other level of secondhand embarrassment. It had cost the smaller many hot dates, and the latter had not even realized it. Their fellow students called him daddy-toy, and sadly Namjoon had to agree to the nickname, because of all the rich friends he had, Suho was the one who obeyed the most perfect to his parents. One day, when he would have his own children, he would ask his mother how she did it. How she made him grow into the wanted shape so easily.

"What's your problem?" Suho barked at the guy who now was only six feet away. If the ragbag-coat had not rolled his eyes, Namjoon sure would have done so. His friend was unbelievable.