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ksj - Strawberries & Cigarettes

Title: Strawberries & Cigarettes

By: Chineseragdoll

Contains: eventual smut, lil angst, fluff, bad feelings?

Ship: YoonJin (MYG, KSJ)

N: the author didn't wrote a description.

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Seokjin attempts to find his way back to his apartment in Tokyo, a moderately-sized flat near the seedy part of town. People, at least the very few who knew him would often get the impression that he would make himself at home in a luxury penthouse being the only son of one of the well-known actresses in Korea. His dad being a business tycoon is not helping with wanting to live a quiet life either.

Despite the overwhelming love (and loathing) from the public, Seokjin's parents shielded him from the scrutiny of the media sending him to Japan for his education when he entered primary school-coming back only to visit during holidays and breaks which increasingly dwindled when he started attending university. The film major just came back from a party a girl from his class invited him to. A few glasses of daikiri, obvious flirting and unwarranted violence later, Seokjin decided he was better off editing videos for his class. Don't get him wrong, the girl was pretty but it's all that she had going on for her and him being the honest drunk that he is might have told her he'd go fuck a tree instead.

So, here he is, limping back to his apartment, sporting a black eye, wallet nowhere to be found because what is a shitty night without losing anything, right?

"Fuck...", he trips on nothing, cushioning his fall with his right arm. His vision starts to blur a little, he let's out another stream of curses for being so lightweight when it comes to alcohol. He laughs as he gets up and dusts off dirt from his tattered jeans, trying to imagine his mother's expression when she hears her prim and proper little boy spit out profanities like it was as easy as breathing.

"A fucking facade...I guess I'm a good actor after all.", he says to no one in particular. He would want to mull over his stupid decisions lying comfortably in bed but for now the swing set in the nearby park would do him good.

The tipsy man lowered himself on the too small seat, balancing by holding on to the chain like his life depended on it. He bobs his head upward, waxing poetic about the moon and the stars that littered the night sky. "...beautiful.", he muttered as he reached out in his pocket for the pack of cigarettes that he brings along everytime he's out for a drink---a habit he picked from one of his seniors who he hanged out with often, he saw him more of an older brother than an upperclassman; tutoring him on difficult subjects, checking on him, nursing him back to health, bringing him take-out when he's too busy to have a proper meal, makes sure he's sober enough to get back home safely on nights he spent drowning his worries in alcohol.

God, how he missed his nagging. Why do good people have to pass on so early? He wipes a stray tear, betraying his promise to him of not crying over dead people just for a little while.

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Yoongi let's out an audible sigh. He lost track of time studying for his practical exam. Medical school has been unforgiving but there's nothing more he wants than to make his family proud.

The Min's weren't rich but they didn't struggle with finances either but that never stopped Yoongi from dreaming big and wanting for his aging parents to retire and enjoy the luxuries his paycheck could offer. That and he might have a little obsession with white coats. His first crush was a doctor after all.