Taming Yoongi

Secrets and Forgotten Shirts

        After a while I left Minji and headed to the internet cafe to look for Seokjin.

        When I walked in Seokjin was already in the back corner. I walked over and sat down beside him. “Hyung. I need some advice.”

        Seokjin stopped what he was doing and looked at me with one eyebrow raised. “Since when do you need advice?”

        I rolled my eyes at him like usual and continued with what I was saying. “If you liked a girl and this girl was upset because of another guy, what would you do?”

        He just looked at me for a minute and then he smiled. “Yoongi you like a girl!” Seokjin ruffled my hair and I glared at him.

        “No I don’t like a girl I’m just trying to help her out.” I said without looking at his face.

        “Sure that’s what it is.” He laughed and I got ready to leave. “No, no don’t leave. Just help her out and see what happens after that.”

        I just looked at him for a few seconds then nodded my head. “Sure, hyung whatever you say.”

        He laughed at me one more time before turning to his computer. “Yoongi you need to check out this new underground rapper that’s been posting videos.”

        A new rapper? How did I not hear about this? I pulled my chair closer to Seokjin so I could see his screen. He handed me his headphones and I put them in. When he clicked play I was taken completely by shock. There on the screen, rapping, was Namjoon.

        I watched the video in shock. When it was over I just stared at the screen. Normally I would have just laughed and used the video as blackmail later on when I needed it, but he was actually really good. He had good lyrics and his flow was good. In fact he might have been better than me. Well, maybe not that good.

        I took out the headphones and handed them back to Seokjin. “So what did you think?” Seokjin asked.

        “It was good.” Was all I said in reply. I got up and started my walk home.

        When I got home I took a shower to clear my head so I could think. How can Namjoon be that good? Why did Namjoon always pick at me if he rapped too? Maybe I can ask Minji tomorrow. She seemed to know Namjoon really well.

        I got out of the shower and dried off. I put on my pajama pants and realized I had left my shirt outside on the bed. I opened the bathroom door and saw Minji sitting on my bed. I froze in place. She looked up at me and her eyes widened in surprise. I tried to cover myself with my arms and awkwardly walked over to the dresser to put on a shirt.

        “How did you get in here?” I questioned Minji as I put my shirt on.

        She couldn’t even look me in the eyes and I felt heat rise in my face. “Your m-mom let me in.” She was still looking down at the ground.

        I made a mental note to talk to my mom about not letting girls into my room. “Um, was there something you needed?”

        She pointed to the bag laying beside the bed. “You l-left that at the park.” I mentally face palmed myself.

        “Well since you’re here I have a question for you.” She looked up at me. “What can you tell me about Namjoon being an underground rapper?”

        Her eyes got really wide again and she just looked back down at the ground. She opened and closed her mouth a few times like she was mentally fighting with herself about what to say. “I don’t know what you’re t-talking about. I h-have to go.” She got up and walked out of my room without even looking back.

        That was weird. I walked over to my computer and pulled up Namjoon’s video.