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Floor Four: You Won't Be Leftover

Yoongi jumped off the ground with massive force! 

His feet slid sideways like Michael Jackson as he serenaded Namjoon and blew a kiss out to his only audience member!

"Wow...is this how you really act when you're intoxicated?"

Namjoon blushed immensely as the sophomore made up a dance routine on the spot, singing crazy lyrics that made no sense whatsoever.

"And we're gunna soar! Soar to the top! Like an onion, layered...we'll never stop!"

"Jeez." Namjoon covered his ears while cringing, yet he couldn't take his eyes off of the other. Somehow, despite failing over and over again Yoongi found it within himself to continue to give life to others. "Can't you think of better lyrics?"

The leaf-boy did a 360 before landing on one foot. "Rockstars don't need good lyrics to be successful, sorry to burst your bubble, bro."

Namjoon adjusted himself on the bread, crossing his legs. If Yoongi could have so much fun, then why couldn't he? The senior had already learned much from this lower classman, even if it had nothing to do with writing political philosophy papers or concocting precise tinctures for his chem labs.

"Fine. Then let me sing the next verse."

Yoongi bobbed his head lazily with his eyes shut. A fake wad of gum was actively being chewed by the younger as he strummed his air guitar. If Namjoon had been an outsider, he'd think this boy was holding a huge rock concert on stage. Even his leaf outfit fell into the distressed rocker category, hanging off of him as if fans had torn it during a wild stage dive. 

"You go, Joonstar. Let's hear it!"

"Okay...ehm..." 

For some reason, one glance at Yoongi's "hammered" face was all it took to send the butterflies screaming out of Namjoon's stomach. He sat up straighter on the bread. When he opened his mouth, he didn't care what fruits and vegetables in the fridge had to withstand his horrible shriek-singing. 

"Top of the world, we're in a mess! If only Yoongi would wear a dress! I want to go home, to rest, and to pee--inside a real toilet or on the side of the tree! Yoongi misses Noodle and I do too, a poor dog without his owner--so very blue! I'm a rockstar sitting here gettin' some bread, come on now, leaf boy, don't shake that head!"

Yoongi kept shaking his head. Namjoon stopped singing.

"What? Did I do something wrong?"

The sophomore suddenly looked up. A calm air grew about him, and he pressed his hands together in musing. With squinted eyes and an airy tone, Yoongi laid out the truth of rockstarmanship. 

"No move in the rock world can be wrong. Leading a band makes you immediately right in whatever you do. Wanna smash the guitar? Great. Wanna ride solo? Wonderful. Wanna be a rap star? I guess you're not that far off from P. Diddy."

Namjoon scratched his chin. "So what are you saying?"

"I'm saying...I just wanted to shake my head to your words. Haha!"

The senior shook his head in disappointment, then stopped himself when he realized the irony of the action. Yoongi didn't seem to notice and started playing an invisible set of drums, really getting into it.

"My god, Yoongi. What do we do with you...?"

Yoongi ignored the comment, jumping to the beat of the song that played inside of his mind. Before he knew it, the sophomore was getting bread crumbs thrown at him. His hands froze in place on the drum set.