Frigid | Namgi ✓

Floor Three: Beerly Okay...

A/N: AAGGGGGHHH.

:)

izzy

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"At least the hand didn't take the beer."

Namjoon said after they had calmed down a bit following the heated moment they had awkwardly found themselves in. Yoongi still sported a ruby red blush on the apples of his cheeks that Namjoon didn't fail to see. 

"Ah, right. The beer we won't ever be able to fucking open or drink. Yes, I'm so glad that the hand chose the pickle jar over the wonderful, intoxicatingly delectable beer cans."

A scoff rolled out of the senior's mouth.

"You know, after all we've been through, I could really use a goddamn drink. I don't care what we have to do to open it--but I'm pretty sure with Inspector Gadget by my side anything is possible."

The corner of Yoongi's mouth twitched. "I don't know who that is, but he sounds cool. Are you finally accepting me in my true form? My fully evolved Pokémon form of-"

Namjoon snickered to cut Yoongi off. They were seated by the half-eaten slice of cinnamon raisin bread, picking crumbs off and lazily tossing them at each other. Right when the sophomore decided to investigate the suspicious nature of Namjoon's laughter, a raisin hit him in the chest.

"AGH! Joon, really?" Yoongi clutched dramatically at the torn leaf on his chest that had been hit. In a show of annoyance (and strength) he tore the upper torso portion of his super suit off in one go. "Now this portion is ruined because of the raisin...also, why were you laughing? Is Inspector Gadgo some pimp or something in real life?"

Namjoon picked up another raisin from the bread with a shit-eating grin on his face. 

"Maybe."

"Well, at least a pimp makes enough money to get through college no prob. That works for me." 

The sophomore lamented as he dodged another raisin thrown by the senior. Namjoon frowned at his missed attempt to hit the younger.

"Sorry to burst your bubble, Yoongs, but you'd never make it as a pimp."

Offense seeped deeply into the chlorophyll of Yoongi's torn outfit. He felt it rise up in him, like a galactic baseball full of denial. One that happened to be shaped like a rounded piece of bread. One that happened to fly through the air, hitting Namjoon's shoulder with deadly accuracy.

"Take that back!" Yoongi cried out in a rush of emotion.

Namjoon gave the sophomore a brief scowl before wiping his shoulder off. "No. It's the truth. I've seen a few pimps in my lifetime and-"

"Yeah, maybe PIMPles from stressing out over exams! Your ass hasn't seen half of the hard shit I've had to deal with down in the peasant class of college."

With an eye roll, Namjoon brushed the comment off. "Okay, maybe I haven't seen that many. But I know the type of people. Not all people who approached me to take advantage of my smarts were good people. Some just had a lot of money...got whatever they wanted. I wasn't letting them get me without some kind of fight."

Yoongi tried to imagine Namjoon around pimps--both male and female. It was difficult.

"So you're telling me, you had some buff dudes with nose piercings, tats, and gold grills just come up to you and ask you to be with them? Nah bro, I'm calling falsies."

Namjoon shook his head. "I'm not kidding. And no, not all pimps are pimped out. Some look like the normalest of people. Take...hmm...do you know who that junior named Logan is?"