Remember

Know Me

"So you're Min Yoongi, 21, and have a big dick," Hoseok laughed. "That's basically all I got from what you told me so far."

"Well what else would you like to know?" Yoongi asked, slurping some of his ramen. Hoseok's red hair shifted slightly in the wind, revealing his forehead. Yoongi quietly laughed seeing the boys eyebrows furrowed as he thought of what to ask him.

"I don't know... just tell me your dreams, your likes and dislikes," Hoseok paused before hesitantly adding his last suggestion. "Or why you live alone." Yoongi chuckled.

"Well first, music. I write music. It's my only like, everything else in the world are my dislikes," Yoongi nonchalantly said. "I want to become a music producer, and I live alone because what else do you do when your parents are dead." Hoseok gasped, choking on his noodles. Yoongi handed him his sprite can, laughing at his reaction.

"Very subtle," Hoseok said sarcastically, setting the can down. "Could've warned me."

"There's no way to filter that," Yoongi shrugged. Hoseok watched him slurp his ramen, his black bangs falling over his eyes as he ate.

"So music, huh? What got that started?" Hoseok asked. At first, Yoongi didn't answer. More like he didn't know how to. Despite being an [amazing] song writer, he never knew how to relay feelings or thoughts to another, so he did it in the form of music instead.

"I- my parents," he began. "They never allowed it, so after their death I felt free, I guess you could say. Started writing at like 14? Don't really remember why." Hoseok nodded as he listened closely to his explanation.

"Have you ever written about them?" Hoseok asked. "Like a song about their passing?"

"No, but I did write about the freedom I felt after they did die," Yoongi leaned back in his chair, looking up at the night sky. "I was upset of course, my parents and I might've not been the closest but they're still my parents. I loved them."

"That must've been so sad when you found out," Hoseok frowned. "If I may ask, how'd they pass on?"

"Suicide," Yoongi said lowly. "Overdosed."

"I- I'm so sorry, that must've been so hard," Hoseok mourned. "I can't even imagine how finding that out felt."

"But anyways, how about you? Why'd you move to Daegu of all places?" Yoongi diverted the topic quickly.

"Move is a bit of an overstatement," Hoseok giggled. "More like I had to."

"How come?"

"Just... just because."

"That's your answer?" Yoongi scoffed. "I told you a lot, you know."

"I know, but it's not important," Hoseok avoided the topic. "Anyways, my dream is to become a dad." Yoongi looked back at Hoseok who this time was looking up at the starry sky. His adam's apple bobbed up and down, a slight sigh leaving his mouth.

"Well I'm sure you'll be a wonderful dad," Yoongi complimented. Hoseok gave him a sorrowful look before smiling happily.

"Yeah? You think so?" His eyes creased into crescents, the moons light reflecting on his already glowing skin. "By the way, give me your number." Hoseok took out his phone and opened a new contact before handing the phone to Yoongi. "That way we can keep in touch." Yoongi entered his personal cell number and handed it back to him. "I'll text you sometime, okay?" Hoseok giggled cutely. "Make sure you answer." He set his phone back in his coat pocket before shoving his hands in there as well. "So you mentioned school, where do you go? Is it for music?"

"Ah, I go to Daegu National University," Yoongi replied. "And no, just for a degree."

"Is it a good school?" He asked.