ART HOE [vmon]

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PRESENT.

"Joon..." Taehyung's sniffles could be heard from over the phone, his voice quiet and weak. "Please come pick me up."

Namjoon only sighs, still a bit drowsy from being woken up at such an hour. He kicks the duvet off and changes into something more appropriate than his cute ryan pyjamas he had recently bought. This phone call? Nothing new. He's lost count of how many times Taehyung has called him to pick up his drunken ass off the side of the street.

Did he sometimes wish he hadn't met Taehyung those few years ago? Definitely. The art student with bad drinking and dating habits continues to ruin Namjoon's sleep schedule beyond fixing, not to mention Taehyung usually drags Namjoon along with him to clubs and makes him pay, as Taehyung claims, "I'm a broke as fuck."

Although Namjoon is reluctant to admit it, he's been demoted from Crab Bitch to Taehyung's Bitch.

He locks the door to his relatively small apartment, skips down the steps and gets in his car. Which is nothing fancy really, he has better things to spend his money on. He turns on the ignition and secures his seat belt. He doesn't live the grandest life, working two jobs and having an average income for a guy in his mid twenties. Most of the money he's earned over the years had been used to buy a decent laptop, speakers, a keyboard and a music software so he could work on his music and hopefully pursue it in the future when he hits it big.

That hasn't happened yet. But he's still trying. Trying and trying and trying to fuel this dream of his that he's had since he was fourteen: becoming a known artist in the music industry. As he gets older though, his hopes are dwindling.

Namjoon sighs, a common occurrence when he's driving to get his shitfaced friend. As he drives through the street, he sees crowds of people stumbling, laughing, kissing. That was probably Taehyung an hour ago. He taps his index finger like he's in a trance. Namjoon has become many things since meeting Taehyung. For example, he's basically an Uber driver since the air headed guy had failed his drivers test three times before finally giving up.

He pulls up outside the club, the booming music exploding his ear drums. . Namjoon isn't a fan of loud places. It interrupts his intellectual thought process, he says, and he can never get anything done without being in a completely silent room. That's why he prefers libraries, where the only noise that can be heard is the librarian aggressively 'shhhhing' everyone.

Nevertheless, he pushes his distaste for his current surroundings aside, opens the door and, not to his surprise, finds Taehyung slumped against the wall, closed-eyed and grumpy looking.

"Taehyung? You good?" Namjoon crouches down beside him and puts a hand on his exposed shoulder. He sure had some wacky fashion taste.