"Jeongguk, it's really not that bad." Namjoon sighed, completely fed up. They were sprawled out on the floor of Jeongguk's apartment, lazily bickering about the job.

"It is that bad." Jeongguk complained, "You get to touch dicks with pretty girls and drink martinis under the sun, while I have to trail around some stupid jackass who makes me hold his empty banana peels."

"You...you can't touch dicks with a girl." Namjoon snorted.

"Shut up. You know what I mean, dickhead." Jeongguk frowned. "Either way, Taehyung sucks and I wanna quit."

"It's only been a couple of days, Guk. Don't you wanna give him more time to warm up to you?"

"The only place he'll warm up in is in hell." Guk sulked. "Yesterday, he brought 30 tennis rackets in a bag and made me hold them the entire day! He didn't even change rackets once, let alone 30 times. That fucker is getting on my last nerve."

"Guk, just relax, okay?" Namjoon said. "I've spoken to Taehyung a couple of times before, and he really wasn't that bad." Namjoon continued, ignoring Jeongguk glaring at him. "In fact, you two are actually kind of similar."

"You take that back, you slimy son of a bitch." Jeongguk gasped in offence. "I am NOTHING like that gremlin Kim Taehyung."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah nothing alike." Namjoon dismissed. "Sorry for suggesting something so impossibly farfetched." He said dramatically.

"I could do without the sarcasm, thanks." Jeongguk scowled.

"Whatever, pussy." Namjoon rolled his eyes.

"What? Why am I a pussy?"

"Because you're quitting your job after 2 days because a rich kid argued with you and told you to shut up. That's peak pussy behaviour."

"I am not a pussy." Jeongguk frowned. "I'm not quitting because Taehyung's rude. I'm quitting because I want to."

Namjoon stared at him blankly.

"Okay fine." Jeongguk mumbled, hanging his head in shame. "Maybe I am quitting because of Taehyung. But so what?"

"Dude, you need the money and you're throwing away a perfectly good job because you don't get along with one person."

"Well it's easy for you to say; you have friends there! I don't see you for the majority of the day and the one person I interact with hates my guts." Jeongguk frowned.

"Then try to make friends! Interact with the other ball boys and girls."

"The oldest of them is 13." Jeongguk deadpanned. "I'm not spending my entire day talking to children."

"Now you know how Taehyung feels." Namjoon pointed out smugly.

"Don't mention that wretched name in my house." Jeongguk muttered.

"Whatever." Namjoon sighed. "Just please promise me you won't quit, okay? You need this job and I need to keep my reputation too."

"Only if you buy me Mcdonalds." Jeongguk scowled.

"Alright, you big baby." Namjoon agreed. "You can have Mcdonalds. Do you want a bib and a sippy cup too?"

"Fuck off." Jeongguk scowled, kicking Namjoon who laughed at him. "You owe me big time."

"Yeah yeah yeah. Just hurry up and order now." Namjoon said. "You've got a big day tomorrow at work with your bestie Taehyung."

Jeongguk frowned and chucked a cushion at his head.

"I'm literally such a good friend, why do you treat me like this?"

"Good friend? Meh. Below average is more like it."

"I am going to order so much shit." Jeongguk muttered, snatching Namjoon's phone and clicking at least 10 items on the Mcdonald's menu. He huffed when Namjoon snatched it back and flicked him on the head.

"At least get me chicken nuggets please." Jeongguk bargained.

"How many?"

"20."

"You can have 6. Take it or leave it."

"That's not fair."

"Oh look, they do boxes of 3 too!" Namjoon said mischievously. "I think I'll get you that instead."

"Son of a bitch."

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"Good morning, Taehyung." Jeongguk greeted as he walked onto the tennis courts, ready to begin the day.

"It was until you showed up." Taehyung grunted.

"Lord have mercy. I just got here. At least wait 5 minutes before you start your daily rant about how much you despise me." Jeongguk frowned.

"Whatever. Go stand in the corner and let's start." Tae instructed.

"You haven't warmed up yet." Jeongguk pointed out.

"Yes I have."

"No you haven't. I watched you come in, so I know you haven't." Jeongguk said.

"Creep."

"Well not exactly. It's not really hard to spot a white Bentley pulling into the gates next to me." Jeongguk rolled his eyes. "Just hurry up and stretch. I'll do it with you." His tone was bored and fed up, and for some reason, Taehyung felt it was just best not to make a snarky comment and just comply this time, nodding once and beginning to stretch for a bit with Jeongguk.

(A/N: OMG I USED TO DO GCSE PE AND I JUST SPENT 10 MINUTES WRITING ABOUT THE DIFFERENT TYPES OF WARMUPS LIKE DYNAMIC AND THEIR CARDIOVASCULAR AND MUSCULO-SKELETAL BENEFITS BEFORE REALISING THAT THIS IS A FUCKING FANFIC NOT AN EXAM AND I JUST HAD TO DELETE IT ALL AND TAKE A MOMENT AHAHAHAHAHAHA)

"Alright then. Let's go." Jeongguk said, picking up the equipment and looking at Taehyung.

"What?"

"Fix your headband." Jeongguk said, watching as Taehyung shrugged and took it off completely, turning it the correct way round and putting it back on his head.

"Better?"

"Motherfucker is that GUCCI?" Jeongguk yelled in surprise.

"Yeah. Why?"

"You just casually wear Gucci headbands to tennis practice?" Jeongguk asked, flabbergasted.

"So?"

"You know you can get normal ones, 2 for £5 in Sports-Direct?" Jeongguk informed.

"Whatever." Taehyung sighed, "I thought we were going to practice?"

"Yeah, well, that was before the Gucci headband was revealed." Jeongguk said. "I want a raise." He declared.

"What?" Taehyung asked, dumfounded.

"I want a raise." Jeongguk repeated again.

"What does that have to do with me?"

"Well, you're the manager's son; you must be able to pull some strings. Ask your dad to pay me more. I want a Gucci headband too!"

"I am not asking my dad to give you a raise."

"Why not?"

"Because that's rather entitled, don't you think?"

"Nah. More like charitable."

"I don't even like you." Taehyung said. "Even if I wanted to ask my dad for favours, why would I do it for you?"

"I thought rich people like to give poor people makeovers?" Jeongguk said.

"Fuck off, Jeongguk. Let's just go practice now."

"Why do you get to have Gucci stuff and I don't?" Jeongguk complained. "All I have is this measly Slazenger wristband I stole in year 8."

"I got this myself, because of my hard work and dedication to tennis."

"What, showing up to a country club every day gets you a Gucci headband?" Jeongguk said hopefully, "I'm glad I didn't quit."

"No, you dimwit. I paid for this headband myself. Winning tournaments is a great way to pay for this lifestyle."

"What tournaments? Like Clash of Clans?"

"No, tennis tournaments. I am literally the world champion of my age division."

"Yeah right, and I'm Celine Dion." Jeongguk scoffed.

"I am dead serious."

"You seem a bit delusional."

"Do you really not know who I am? Like, at all?"

"And cocky too."

"THE Kim Taehyung, prodigy of Tennis. Really?"

"Doesn't ring a bell."

"Did you seriously take this job without doing any sort of background check on the people who work here and the company itself?"

"N-No?" Jeongguk said unconvincingly.

"Christ Almighty you are a piece of work." Taehyung sighed.

"Is that why you don't like me? Because I don't know who you are?"

"No. I don't like you because your personality is insufferable. It's actually quite a relief you didn't know me because you weren't asking me to buy you shit."

"Because you're a stuck-up prick, so I knew you'd say no." Jeongguk snickered. "Anyway, back to my raise-"

"You are not getting a raise, you stupid bitch. We've already wasted 10 minutes of the day, let's go. We're the only ones still here." Taehyung said, watching as Jeongguk looked around them in surprise. Sure enough, they were the only ones still there in the first set of tennis courts. All other tennis players had moved on to the next ones, which were bigger and better, perfect for return practice.

"Oh. You're right."

"I'm always right."

"You've got a big ego, Gucci boy."

"It's not big."

"That's what she said."

"Let's go, you dumb fuck."

"Hey Taehyung?"

"I thought I told you never to address me."

"Can I have your headband, please?"

"No."

"Why not? I said please."

"Because it's mine."

"Well sharing is caring."

"Good thing I don't care about you then."

"Arsehole. You're rich, so you could easily go buy yourself more."

"But I don't want to."

"Your dad could probably buy you more with the money in his pocket right now."

"I don't want him to buy it for me. I don't want him to buy anything for me."

"Why not?"

"Because I pay for all my stuff myself. With my own money."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

"Even your house and cars?" Jeongguk said smugly, watching as a scowl darkened Taehyung face as he snatched his racket up from the ground and grit his teeth.

"Shut up, you stupid son of a bitch." Taehyung muttered, storming off in the direction of the other tennis courts.

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