Yoongi let his body fall onto the dirty red couch, stained from all his previous glories. A smile played over his lips as he let his fingers trace over some cigarette burn holes.

"You got a plan?"

Yoongi let his eyes lazily roll to the side of the room. A boy with bright red hair sat on stool, fiddling with a watch as he waited for Yoongi to answer. Yoongi let his finger slip into one of the bigger burn holes before smirking lowly to himself.

"Yeah, I've got a plan."

The fire headed boy stood up from the stool. A couple of steps and he was standing next to Yoongi's shitty couch. A flick of Yoongi's wrist and the boy let the watch lay it's weight in Yoongi's hand.

He let his fingers find their way inside the diamond inlayed watch as he slipped it onto his wrist. A small movement of his arm in the light showed the quality of the watch.

"Taehyung, you've really outdid yourself with this one." Yoongi let his arm down. His cold eyes seemed to pierce through Taehyung and he couldn't help but wince at the olders gaze.

"Don't ever get caught."

Taehyung knew those words were not to be taken lightly. No one knew who Yoongi was outside of highschool or what he did. Except Taehyung.

Yoongi didn't have much. He had the loyalty of his younger friend who was conditioned to him being an asshole. He didn't have a home. He essentially had a hole in the wall that he could pay for by stealing and scraping by. Things could be worse. Yoongi and Taehyung knew that.

Yoongi needed distractions. And he knew where to get them. The girls in his school would throw themselves on him if he even just looked their way. It was empty, no feeling, no connection. Just a couple hours wasted on lust so Yoongi could feel anything.

"You should probably leave soon," Yoongi stood up from his couch and took his shirt off, "some broad is coming over."

Yoongi chuckled to himself as he grabbed a cleaner shirt off of his broken down dresser. He knew the younger didn't approve of what he did and called him out several times for having bad coping mechanisms. He didn't care. Taehyung knew he didn't care. Yoongi was going to do whatever he wanted.

"Just wear a condom I guess." Taehyung awkwardly smiled before heading towards his door, "let me know how much you get for that watch."

Yoongi waved his hand in the air to Taehyung before walking into his bathroom to continue getting ready.

A quick look in the mirror and Yoongi couldn't help but feel the weight of the world for a second. Keep your shit together. Yoongi slapped his cheek and shook his face. He couldn't afford to feel this. He turned the water on and combed it though his hair with his fingers looking back in the mirror with a smirk.

"You're fucking hot, you got this." Yoongi opened up the top drawer to some shiny aluminum squares. He picked one up and shoved it into his pocket before heading back into his room.

The stained couch sat against the wall mocking him. He couldn't help but think about all of the girls he'd been with. Multiple times, sometimes together with other girls. Nothing new, nothing exciting. He was starting to lose his distraction. They were all the same.

Even as Yoongi touched other girls and felt them on him, he still thought about her. Something he couldn't have yet. But, he was going to. Even if he had to take it. He was going to have

Jimin.

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Only two years later, what's up? Also sorry this is fucking shit. I'm rusty AF.