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Yoongi prefers to think of himself as an observer.
Really, even in the oddest of moments, he likes to take a seat in the corner and scrutinise everything his surroundings has to offer, judge the variables at hand with patience; no matter how trivial the situation at hand is.
Oddest moments, such as when your whole team is celebrating the success of their newest project, instead of shaking hands and bumping shoulders with them like a good co-worker should, his eyes are observing; or more accurately, searching for their project manager.
He has reasons for that, though. This particular individual is one of his few still-lasting friendships from college, and by customer experience, he knows that fella loves getting succeeded.
The last time he got a promotion he kissed Yoongi’s cheek while getting out of the building, in front of Jia, the receptionist. Yoongi still remembers the disgusted side-eyes they got from her for a solid eighteen days afterwards.
Reminiscing those wild times, he steps into the lobby with floor to ceiling glass windows mirroring the sunset-lit Seoul skyline, and one very, very disturbed man who is so concentrated on his call that he didn’t even notice someone else is now standing a few feets behind him.
Ha, there he is. Kim Taehyung, the light of everyones’ lives.
Okay, maybe that was a little exaggerating, but Yoongi is confident that one certain Jeon Jeongguk would agree, and that man has some good sense of humour.
Or maybe because Taehyung is his boyfriend and he is legally bound to say good things about him. Whatever.
While Yoongi initially planned to wait till Taehyung finishes talking and acknowledges his presence, the person on the other end of the call had different plans, as the call gets hung up with Taehyung’s mouth still open, caught in the middle of a sentence.
Taehyung turns, visibly annoyed and frustrated, most probably with the intention of throwing his phone on the medium-sized sofa at the side, but stops when his eyes catch a wild Yoongi in his natural habitat, aka observing.
Yoongi opens his mouth to say something, but instantly closes it when the younger man starts to check him out like a piece of expensive steak at a high end steakhouse.
Red alert! Red alert!
Taehyung does a full body inspection, two times from his head to his tip of dress shoes and vice versa, with such intensity that if Jia saw them now, her impulsive thoughts would be guaranteed.
But no, Jia isn’t here and Yoongi isn’t her, so as a native speaker of primary taetae language, Yoongi knows that’s not what it means.
“What happened?”
Taehyung sighs, throwing himself on the sofa he previously was planning to throw his phone on. “Hyung, why are you here? Go celebrate.”
“Tempting, but they are asking me where their project manager went, and I don’t have a believable answer. Until, of course, you want them to believe that your gout starts acting up whenever you’re happy.”
“I am not happy,” Taehyung answers, head held in his hands.
Christ.
Is the Andromeda galaxy already on the verge of colliding with the Milky Way or are the unknown creatures of Mariana trench doing a riot?? Because if it’s not the last day of humanity, there’s no way, no goddamn way Mr. Kim-ambitious-Taehyung isn’t happy with hard earned success.
“Sure. Now tell me what happened?”
Taehyung lifts his head from his hands, staring at him dead in the eyes.
“I am going to get dumped. Soon.”
Yoongi gasps, genuinely surprised for the first time in a while.
“Really? Oh my God, oh my God!” Taehyung watches as this time Yoongi slumps on the sofa beside him, holding his head in his hand.
“Hyung, wha—”
“After all these years of telling Jeongguk to not date someone who keeps their wet towel on bed, I can’t believe he finally—”
“Wh– what.”
Yoongi closes his mouth, suddenly aware of his audience.
“What,” Yoongi nonchalantly says, lifting his head up.
But the damage is already done, Taehyung’s eyes have already turned glossy.
Crocodile tears, a taetae hater would say.
But again, Yoongi isn’t one of them, so he would rather mourn for all those acting industries for losing such a gem instead.
“Don’t,” Yoongi says, pulling his handkerchief from his pocket. “I am sorry, welcome back to the fapper club, I guess.”
Taehyung takes the handkerchief, blows his nose, then wipes his eyes with the sleeve of his expensive suit.
That was intentional. Yoongi knows it.
“Remember what Mr. Han said after the meeting?”
Yoongi nods. He remembers everything that man says. Or maybe because that man makes sure everyone remembers what he says, being one of the board members and all.
Certified son of a bitch.
“You and three others from the team are going to Japan tonight, to finalise the deal with the respective executives. Everything necessary for the flight will be done by the company, you just have to pack your things and get going. Don’t let me down, understand?”
“I was supposed to go to Busan tonight, for Jeongguk’s nonna’s wedding tomorrow.”
Oh.
Understandable.
There’s silence for a moment, until Yoongi breaks it.
“They’ll understand, right?”
“They would, but that’s not the only problem. A month ago they had come to Seoul to order their custom made wedding rings, as Jeongguk had taken responsibility for that part. But the company had some delay, and they had delivered the rings just yesterday, at ours. Jeongguk is already in Busan, so I was the one who was supposed to take those with me. But now…” Taehyung doesn’t finish his sentence, blowing his nose in the handkerchief again. “He– he even hung up on me! Can you believe it hyung? He never, never ever hangs up my calls!”
As far as Yoongi knows it’s because the other man never even picks up calls when he is in hospital, so what about hanging up?
But he doesn’t need to say it now, so instead he settles for slowly rubbing his devastated friend’s back.
But that doesn’t do anything, and Yoongi knows it won’t, so after a moment of self-loathing for having such a soft spot for the younger, he finally says those magical words the other was waiting for.
“Can I do anything to help this situation?”
“Yuh- you will?”
Oh world, you don’t know what a gem you lost to measly corporate matters!
“Please,” Yoongi pressed his lips into a thin line, before speaking again, “that was your plan from the moment I stepped in here, wasn’t it?”
Taehyung completely ignores his words, finally facing Yoongi on the sofa.
“Please hyung, I need your help.”
Ah. The act is over, at last.
“Lure me,” Yoongi demands, crossing his arms over his chest.
Taehyung sighs.
“All the drinks on me from now on. For… three months.”
“Too lame.”
“Six months?”
“I am out of it.” Yoongi gets up from the sofa, dusting his pants.
“Okay fine! One year, all the expensive ones and free food with it, happy now?”
“On one condition,” Yoongi says, before heading back inside.
“What?”
“I will take your car.”
“Deal.”
Taehyung leaps from the sofa, following him behind.
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