Camboy

Absolute Trash

Wednesday morning, raining cats and dogs outside.

His mint green hair peaked out from under the duvet as he groaned lightly. Both veiny hands covered his poor ears when the annoying sound bounced off every wall in his entire apartment.

"Oppa! Turn the damn thing off!" She loudly complained, burying her head deeper into a white pristine pillow.

Yoongi reached over to the alarm and fumbled around with the buttons until the beeping finally stopped. Gently sighing, the man got up and sleepily stumbled over to the nearest bathroom. Standing in front of the steamed bathroom mirror, he aggressively rubbed his red eyes. Red lipstick was smeared all over his chiselled, angular jawline; last night had been rough.

Who'd have known a 17-year-old would be so wild.

"Ah fuck," Yoongi murmured into his calloused hands, his pale face glistening in the early morning sunlight.

After turning the shower off and getting dressed, Yoongi grabbed his backpack that sat on the leather sofa in the living room. Ye Seul was sprawled across the one next to it, mindlessly shovelling ice cream into her mouth.

"Have you transferred the money?"

"Don't worry oppa, I've already put it in your bank account." She loudly reassured as she fumbled with the remote control for the TV. "I'll be out of here by 2-ish."

Ye Seul failed to notice a pair of eyes burning holes into the back of her marked neck. Oblivious to the irritated man who slammed the door behind him as he left for work.

Some may say the drive to BigHit Entertainment was extremely quick, that you could even walk there. If the traffic wasn't so bad, the crazy maniac who that thought they could drive and the idiotic pedestrians that think they could do anything didn't exist, that dream would have been possible.

When Yoongi reached the building, he was practically shaking with anger. Standing outside was Bang PD-nim with his lips pressed into a thin line and his arms crossed tightly.

"Not 5. Not 10. Not 15 but 30 minutes late?" Bang PD-nim declared as Yoongi made it up to the double doors, "I expected more from you, son."

"I am not your son."

Together, they strutted into the building and instantly both men and women flocked to their sides, papers and documents flying through the air.

The receptionist was busy typing away at the computer in front of her before glancing up at the producer as he walked in with his boss, her eyes filled with alluring lust. "Sir, you've got a meeting at 4:30 with G-Boys."

Yoongi waited beside her desk impatiently while Bang PD-nim speed past, a chorus of 'ifs' or 'but sir's' or 'how about' following directly behind.

The receptionist languidly pushed a ballpoint pen and a couple of documents towards him, biting her blood-red painted lips and staring up at him innocently through hooded eyes.

After a few muted moment, she then handed over a pristine laminated timetable, never once taking her eyes off of him as she made sure her dainty pale hand made contact with his. "Here's your schedule for today."

"Jae Hwa, remove them from my schedule. I don't have time to see them." With that, Yoongi walked off towards his studio, not before dropping a briskly written note on her desk.

A discarded note on the floor. The door locked. A coffee stained skirt and other clothing items scattered all over. Two people banging against the desk.

Yoongi's chest was pressed against the woman's back underneath him, his head dipping into the crook of her neck. He bit his lower lip as his breathing became ragged.