•Suga Daddy•

III: Yoongi, I thought you were better than that

I'm hittin y'all with the sad and edgy shit but, then I'm gonna smother you with fluffy and cute stuff... I promise. Wowie Wow Wow my dudes.

One hour, I have one fucking hour until my father takes away my company. I've fired everyone except Jungkook and Jimin... So now the three of us are sitting around a meeting table, the very meeting table that I was at when I got myself into this entire mess.  I want you to figure this out by next week... or I will be taking back Min Toys. My father's voice has skipped through my mind in an endless loop of him shouting that I will be nothing.

I've completely fallen apart, I've tried everything possible. Even if I fired some workers, decreased quality--Kim Namjoon is bound to pass us once again. This morning, I woke up surrounded my papers and piled up coffee mugs. Jimin and Jungkook passed out on the couch. They were covered in blankets of printed out graphs and whatever else they could find. I woke them up sullenly, leading them to the meeting room where we now sit in silence.

Jungkook breaks the awkward silence. "What now, Yoongi?" I shake my head, I've done everything I needed to do to get up here, what am I going to do without Min Toys? I even planned other possible things I can do after he takes the company away. So far I've got, a small toy shop owner, coffee-shop barista, or stripper. They escalate as I started getting more stressed out, and in all honest--stripping isn't the worst thing. At least I wouldn't be out in the streets.

I get so lost in my thoughts that I don't hear my phone ringing and only notice when Jimin waves in my direction. "Yoongi, you have a voicemail from...Kim Namjoon." Great, that's all I fucking need right now. Another reminder of the son of a bitch that got me in this situation. I don't answer until Jimin opens my phone and starts looking for the voicemails.

Voicemail 2 Kim Namjoon: Hey Min Yoongi, I'm inviting you for tea again--

"Shut it the fuck off right now, I don't want to hear his voice." Both Jimin and Jungkook struggle to shut my phone off, so I smack it out of their hands. "Namjoon is not who we need to talk to right now." I still hate him for what he did, but holy shit for some reason I just want to see him. I got such a good feeling when we were shamelessly flirting, the way he looked at me. Why do I have to start catching feelings for such a shitty person? I want Joon to hold me, I want to lay in his arms and have him let me cry into his chest.

What if he helps me? Namjoon wanted to collaborate, maybe I could work for Kim Industries? No. That would force me to actually admit I need help from him. But at the same time, my father won't know what hit him when Kim Industries knock him down. I know every flaw in Min Toys, I know every weak point that can easily crumble everything. But at this point, I don't think Namjoon would want to see me just for me to use him.

Namjoon's POV

"The number you are currently trying to reach is unavailable. Leave a message at the beep. *Beeeeeep*"

"Hey Min Yoongi, I'm inviting you for tea again, I hope you hear this voicemail. I'm sorry for any problems I may have caused. I'm in my office all day today until nine..if you're not too busy I would love if you could stop by later at some point. Thank you." I toss my phone into the drawer of my desk, Tae hasn't come into my office much lately, ever since what happened with him and Yoongi he doesn't look me in the eyes.

I've apologized, promised to him that I would never hurt him like that again, bit no matter what I did...it was never enough. He storms around the office, slamming piles of folders onto my desk and spilling tea here and there. I would be mad too, I'm sure. But every time I tell him I'm sorry he just pretends that I'm not even there. I haven't called Yoongi since that night I called him wasted out of my skull, I want to see him again.