Milkshake ☾ myg + ksj

(1) Broke Students.

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Yoongi was totally hopeless. He had to work 'till morning in order to pay his rent. He forgot what anything other than cup noodles tasted like. He already borrowed more than he could pay from his friends, yet he was hopeless enough to ask for more, but he had his own pride too. Min Yoongi, the genius of the music department of his University, the man with high pride, the man that would rather die than share his house with someone, was extremely hopeless. So Hoseok did what he had to and dragged him to every cafe they knew, putting up Yoongi's number and details. Min Yoongi was very desperate and Hoseok was there to slap his useless pride away.

"You only had one cup of noodle left."

Yoongi rolled his eyes and kept copying the previous lectures notes he missed. "That's what shopping is for."

"Yeah but that action requires money, your broke ass can't even provide you water," Hoseok said, remembering closing the empty fridge with anger that morning.

"Are you bullying me for being poor? Wow, I would expect more of you."

"No, I am trying to get your head out of your butt so you can do what needs to be done. How are you going to stay alive at this point? Eat your furniture? Me? Are you going to sell your organs? Jeongguk will be so disappointed when he comes-"

"I am not getting a roommate Hoseok. We don't have enough space."

"Fucking hell, you have 3 rooms you are not using."

"Jeongguk will take one when he comes from Busan, and I plan to use one as my studio. Easy math, dude, go talk with your professor so he can make that A to an F." Yoongi sighed. He closed his notebook and gave Hoseok his notes back, holding himself from groaning as he meets with the angry Hoseok. That is never a good sign, for the poor soul Min Yoongi.

Hoseok rarely gets angry, Yoongi knew from pure experience. His friend is a definition of happiness, a physical verse of sunshine. Hoseok always smiles, make jokes, manages to lighten up the mood wherever he goes. It is an impossible task to make Hoseok angry, and Yoongi manages to make him angry once in a while. Yoongi could make the best coffee, knows how to fix broken chairs, he could control the most ruthless dog, he could bargain with even the meanest dealer. And he could make Jung Hoseok angry. He was the man of many talents.

"You are being unreasonable."

Yoongi rolled his eyes and took his earbuds out. "I'm not going to sit here and listen to you judging my life choices." Hoseok yanked his earbuds away before he could put them on. Yoongi groaned once again and sank deep into the chair, sulking. Hoseok looked offended.

"I'm not judging you or your shitty life choices."

"That sounds like judging to me." Hoseok pinched his arm. "Ow-Ow! It hurts!"

"Jeongguk is coming and I will not allow that newborn child to eat cup noodles or get his organs sold. So you," Hoseok gestured him, pulling his ear with his other free hand. "will have to find a roommate to split the rent with and will find a better paying job."

"But my job is fine."

"You just stick to that small shop 'cause the owner gives you free cigarettes."

"I don't see your point." Hoseok held his ear tighter, "Ouch! Okay-Jesus, fine. I will find a better job and a new roommate. My ear will fall off!"

Hoseok set him free from the pain, throwing his earbuds back to him. He smiled like he usually did and took a sip of his coffee. "Now, wasn't that easy? You were just being stubborn for no reason."

"I don't understand how Namjoon is able to stay alive with you around. I bet you beat him, you monster." Hoseok lets out a lively laugh and pats Yoongi on the arm. "Oh, you have no idea how he likes it when i-"

"Keep your sexual activities to yourself, hoe." Yoongi stood up, putting his jacket on and left the small cafe.

It was nearly Christmas, so the streets were crowded with people trying to buy a present. It was cold and the sky was the grey dull color. Yoongi stuck his hands inside his pockets, walking faster to escape from the cold and crowd. His jacket was nice and he had been using it for 3 years but it was beyond obvious that it had exceeded its life spawn. There were small holes and stains on the side. The jacket was a present from his father for winning a full scholarship to the university. Their family wasn't poor, his father had a small seafood restaurant. He earned enough for his family. But a university in Seoul was expensive, costed more than they could ever afford. So Yoongi refused any money from his parents, found jobs and worked his ass off to survive. His apartment could be considered slightly bigger than average but it was necessary. His cousin Jeongguk lived with him, the younger boy had his aim for being a doctor so Yoongi once again rolled up his sleeves and paid all the rent by himself. Jeongguk was still so young and the kid did all the housework even though he stayed nearly 24 hours to study, Yoongi had a soft spot for him.

Sure, he wasn't living very nice. Yet again, sure, he had lots of debts to pay and he still had to pay the next months rent. Fucking sure, he was certain he would start to pee instant noodles at this point. But he had no choice. He wanted his cousin to focus on his studies, he wanted his parents to live with ease without worrying about money, he wanted to help the old man in the store because if Yoongi wasn't there who was going to carry the heavy boxes?

He also wanted to live happily, focus on his studies in a quiet environment. Yoongi often forgot Jeongguk was there due to the younger being very quiet. He cared about his personal space and the thought of a stranger ruining it angered Yoongi. But; Min Yoongi was totally hopeless.