min yoongi. suga. 950309.
music lover and kumamon enthusiast. a rock hopeful in his next life. (no, not the music genre rock. a rock. a literal rock.) bum. with a big heart, at least.
"if you ever feel like you're going to crash, then step on the pedal harder, kid."
hello, my friends. ; o ; i am sorry for my absence for the past two weeks or so; i’ve been going through some very personal things in real life that i’ve had no space to worry about anything rp-related. it seems that i’ve miraculously survived two activity checks without saying anything to the mods (i’ve just had no time or will to do anything on the computer, unfortunately) so i will be officially putting my two muses (mijoo and yoongi) on a hiatus for the time being, just in case. i’m just not well right now, mentally and emotionally, but i’ve been slowly getting better (talking with my trusty friend sera) so i will be trying to get some posts in sometime this week. i’m so very sorry to those that are waiting for replies from me and thank you for reading this! ; o ;
liar. ( / there’s a grin on his face even with the accusation. it feels good to joke and jest when the topic of conversation had been so heavy and serious before; yoongi was always an easy person for seokjin to be friends with. they didn’t need the sap and pomp and circumstance, they were perfectly happy with playful banter. ) if i find out you’ve been giving secret pep talks for the last three years and have never once mentioned it to me, i’ll kick your ass, kid. ( / seokjin is a liar too; he doesn’t know the first thing about kicking anyone’s ass, but he’s sure that yoongi isn’t going to test him on this regardless. they thrive off of empty threats, it’s just how this friendship rolls. ) i should make you sign a contract of something. ‘i min yoongi, assume all possible blame for the worst possible outcome should kim seokjin act on the advice i gave him’.. ( / he quotes what the document would say, if it actually existed, in a particularly bad impression of yoongi. it’s meant to be funny, and seokjin thinks he’s hilarious. )
ooh, i'm so scared. [/sarcasm oozes from yoongi's voice like sap from a sick ass tree-- a lot-- but the crooked smile that plays on his lips lets anyone know that he's just teasing. he teases because he knows seokjin doesn't know how to kick ass, yes, but also because he's the same way; he probably doesn't know a single thing about kicking anyone's ass himself. he doesn't particularly enjoy fighting to begin with-- he'll say he's a pacifist, if anyone asks-- so even if he knew how to kick someone's ass, he probably wouldn't (save for that time he popped that one asshole in the face for bullying his little sister; he fucking deserved it). though more than loving peace (which he does), he thinks it's such a waste of precious energy... why fight when you can sleep?] but the adults in my family have told me not to sign contracts so easily. [/he responds almost immediately, another playful grin finding his lips.] you never know what kind of trouble it can get you into… [/he shrugs lightly.] or so they say.
finding someone thrashed outside of a convenience store while making a late night trip for his uncle is the last thing yoongi expects-- even more so when it's someone he fucking knows. he would have helped regardless, but when he gets close enough to see that the bloodied face is one he knows ( and he's last seen a year ago ), he practically drops everything in his hands to rush to the victim's side.
"t-- jesus christ--" lifting the other male even to a sitting position is close to impossible with him passed out; he's a dead weight against yoongi's shoulder as the latter pulls out his phone to call an ambulance.
everything from then on is sort of a blur; yoongi isn't entirely sure what's up and what's down as he sits next to a patched up taehyung, hands and comfy clothes stained with ( what he presumes is ) taehyung's blood. he doesn't even remember how they got to the hospital ( probably on an ambulance, since he called it, but the details escape him completely ), but quite frankly, he can't bring himself to care as he's glad they've cleaned taehyung up to see that his injuries aren't as bad as they seemed. ( still bad, but not as bad. )
he barely tears his eyes away from taehyung to take a look around, seeing other patients with minor-ish injuries and their guardians, before turning back to look at his dongsaeng. his eyes widen slightly when he sees the younger stir, and he immediately stands from his seat on the stool chair in surprise.
"h-hey...!" he swallows thickly. "can you hear me?"
he tries to remember the last time he had to buy... feminine products. he remembers ( albeit vaguely ) the time in his first year of high school when poor eunbyul freaked out in the middle of the evening while they were studying in their own rooms. she had run out of her trusty feminine products and-- ah, yes, he's starting to remember now the embarrassment that heated his cheeks as the cashier at the convenience store near their house rang up the boxes and boxes of pads he had put on the counter. ( he only found out that day that there are different sizes and different kinds of pads-- why the heck do they even make scented pads-- and he ended up buying one of each before heading home to eunbyul. )
the embarrassment isn't as galling as he stands there getting some pads rang up for him today, he thinks, being five years older and five years wiser than he had once been. the cashier gives him a side glance, and yoongi responds with a tight-lipped smile.
"girlfriend." not his, but that's all he needs to say for the fellow male cashier to nod his head in understanding as he bags the item. yoongi tries his hardest not to roll his eyes before digging into his pocket for his wallet, taking out the right amount of bills to pay for the item. he waits for his change, gaze naturally falling upon the cashier in front of him as they both hold out their hands. yoongi takes the change, stuffs them into his pocket, and then he sees him-- the cashier-- pointing at a thing behind the counter.
"do you also want--"
"no, she's on her period, you sicko." and with that, he almost snatches the plastic bag off of the counter and whips around to head for the door. ( this is really embarrassing after all. )
he hangs the plastic bag on the moped handle once he's outside, hurriedly climbing on to drive away. the arnold hong gym shouldn't be too far away and should show up any minute now, if he's not mistaken, and he keeps eyes peeled for the said place as he heads towards it. ( and the whole way there, he tries to calm himself down so the client doesn't feel too embarrassed to see that it had been a male that got forwarded her errand. )
( txt: 010-XXXX-0613 ) hello! i’m at the arnold hong gym at nogosan, mapo ( txt: 010-XXXX-0613 ) i’m having some... female problems and forgot to bring some ‘feminine products’ with me ㅠㅠ ( txt: 010-XXXX-0613 ) could you please send someone to pick some up for me pleaseeeeee thank you~
[ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] mansa ok! thank you for using our service![ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] your errand is being forwarded to a mansa ok! employee in your area; one moment please![ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] employee #0309 has been dispatched and is on his/her way to your location! please be ready and waiting when the employee arrives, thank you!
drunk clients are the worst and he thinks about heading for the headquarters to fetch the company car, but he's already said he'll be there in ten minutes and he's not too sure how much tip he'd be losing if he's late. ( drunk people don't tip much to begin with; he can't be losing the little bit of tip he could be making by getting there earlier than ten minutes... ) if the person he's driving home is actually drunk, then the fresh air will do them good, probably; the sidecar will do just fine.
with a loud sigh, he fastens the straps on his helmet and starts the moped. he isn't far from itaewon at all; the ten minutes he gave the client are more wiggle room for himself as he gets there in a little over six minutes.
staying on his seat, he glances around before his eyes land on a group of people not too far away from him. "anyone rang for mansa ok!?"
[txt: 010-XXXX-0309] you transport people too right? can you please take our friend home? we're all intoxicated already and a cap is too expensive for this wasted fucker [txt: 010-XXXX-0309] also don't let him talk you into anything crazy he has an exam tomorrow... take him straight back to his dorm okay? [txt: 010-XXXX-0309] [bar location in taewon] we'll be waiting here
[ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] mansa ok! thank you for using our service![ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] i am very close to itaewon right now![ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] i will be there in about ten minutes![ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] please stay put and do not go anywhere! ^^
the weather's starting to get more and more chilly, but yoongi takes the moped anyways to myeongdong because it's late and he doesn't want to go to the headquarters to fetch the company car. not having to stop by the headquarters is one less stop-- two less stops, if he counts taking the car back-- he has to make before he goes home; his jacket and his helmet are warm enough for him to sacrifice the company car's heater in exchange of going home earlier to rest. ( sleep is always more important, he tells himself. )
the ride there isn't too long, thank goodness, and he parks close to nature republic before climbing off of his moped. he prepares the sidecar for his client, making sure he has his spare helmet, then awkwardly approaches the cosmetics store. he wonders if they took his advice and went inside because he doesn't see anyone at the front of the store; cupping his hands around his eyes, he attaches himself to the window to take a look inside, eyes shifting from one side to another.
[txt: 010-XXXX-0309] hello? i’m in myeongdong right now, and i think the bus broke down or something. it’s not on schedule... [txt: 010-XXXX-0309] could i get a ride home? soon, please? i’ll let you know my address when you get here. [txt: 010-XXXX-0309] i’m standing by the nature republic store. you should be able to tell it’s me. [txt: 010-XXXX-0309] thanks.
[ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] mansa ok! thank you for using our service![ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] nature republic in myeongdong, got it![ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] i am on my way![ txt: 010-XXXX-XXXX ] please stay inside so you don’t get too cold! ^^
SO I'VE revamped yoongi's history a little to possibly open up some space for some plottage, and also coded a thiNG that i've been meaning to make for the longest time but i just never got around it until last week! i will go into details for both down below if any of you guys are interested!!! ; u ; ♥♥♥
PLOT POINTS(-ISH)
I'M GONNA START OFF WITH SOMETHING I MADE LAST WEEK!! ! ! my hardwORK LOL yoongi is working part-time at an errand center called mansa ok! all the details of mansa ok! can be found on the page i coded HERE, but basically!!! he goes around doing errands for people, LOL. ON A VESPA WITH A HELMET ON. LOTS OF WAYS FOR HIM TO MEET NEW PEOPLE!! ! ! i put on the page that the errand can be about anything and to go crazy with it... and i mean it!!! LOL. here are some ideas people can claim if they want!
your muse is attending a reunion and is the only person without a boyfriend, so they text yoongi to be their fake boyfriend for the day
your muse is having a big time girl emergency and she's not prepared; yoongi has to embarrassingly go fetch her some... feminine products
the bus broke down and your muse is scared to walk home alone from their late night class so they text yoongi to accompany them
your muse is drunk as hale and their friends text yoongi for him to take your muse back home safely while they go for round two (and ohp-- maybe your muse ruins his sneakers a little when they feel queasy)
other ideas are welcomed!
while he wasn't super ~WORLD-WIDE~ famous, yoongi was fairly well-known in korea's classical music scene when he was younger, often advertised as a "child prodigy pianist." he was active about six years (from 2002 to 2008) before taking a hiatus, then leaving the scene entirely the following year (2009) because of his fractured hand that was unable to recover all the way. here are some ways we can plot our muses with this history!!!
your muse was also involved in the classical music scene around the same time frame as yoongi, so they know each other from recitals and/or competitions all around the country (they can even be friends if you want; anything goes!)
your muse was involved in the classical music scene in a later time than yoongi, but they know of him
your muse isn't a classical musician, but they're just highly interested in the classical music scene and possibly knows of him (or was even a fan)
other ideas are welcomed!
other than that, yoongi's been involved in the underground hip hop scene since his third year in high school (2013 to present), and is also on and off on youtube. here are some ways we can plot our muses with this!!!
underground hip hop buddies
youtube buddies
your muse is a rare fan of yoongi's (because they're just so deep in dat underground hip hop scene to know him)
other ideas are welcomed!
I'M SORRY THESE AREN'T VERY GOOD IDEAS it's late and my brain is dead so just alsihdfl;ahsdf IDK LOVE YOONGI PLS tankyew xoxo
[/with a look of utter approval on her face and a bright smile on her lips, soyeon rubbed her hands together and let her gaze scan across the various delicious slices of meat.] Ah you’re the best, oppa! [/halfway to pouring herself a glass of water she rose a brow, wondering if he asked the question out of courtesy or if he was legit curious.] ah well… so far it doesn’t seem too different from what I usually did. I dance, I practice, I work out and I study and barely sleep. Just the location and scenery changed. [/while most people would find the lifestyle of a trainee strenuous, her past lifestyle and the fact she was suffering from insomnia at times made the life of a trainee fairly easy for her to get adjusted to.] it’s just some of the people that are hard to get used to but you got those every where you work or go to school at too so~ [/carelessly discarding the matter with a shrug she pours him a cup of water as well while he’s working on the meat, a grateful smile on her lips when he places some of the slices onto her plate. it truly felt as if she was eating out with her brother instead of a friend. not that soyeon minded.] so how was your day?
yeah, but you're being trained by professionals; that's different, right? [/he chuckles softly, reaching to take his cup when soyeon's done pouring him some more water.] my day? [/he repeats after her, lifting a brow up under his bangs as he takes a sip of his water. he tries to remember what he did throughout the day, but all he really remembers is the sandwich he had this morning-- the donkkaseu sandwich from gs25, which was tasty as heck-- because other than that, all he did was sit in front of the computer all day to work on some new tracks.] mm... [/he hums lightly under his breath, placing the cup down as he turns his attention back to the grill.] it was okay... i mean, i just worked on some new tracks and such; the same old, you know? [/he gives her a smile, eyes thinning with the gesture as he places more meat on her plate before finally putting some on his own.] all your oppa ever does is sleep and work on music; i thought you knew this by now. [/he feels like he's saying this to eunbyul, and a small smile finds his lips when he thinks he can hear her voice-- "oppa, you need to take care of yourself!"]
you know, you could probably go into motivational speaking or something. you’ve got a sort of knack for it, somewhere in between tough love and genuine caring. ( / a hint of a smile decorates his lips, a break from the heaviness of his own thoughts as seokjin jokes a little bit about yoongi’s speech to him. he flashes a thumbs up, as if his seal of approval meant anything in the motivational speaker industry. ) have you been practicing? how many self-help books have you written so far, mr. min? ( / he turns it into a mock-interview, taking the joke and turning the attention away from himself and his own problems for another minute longer. seokjin is grateful for the time and attention, really. but he’ll likely never hear the end of it if he fully expresses his gratitude toward min yoongi. ) okay, though. so do you take all responsibility if i end up regretting a missed opportunity?
[/only with seokjin's playful response does yoongi realize what he's been saying, bringing his hands up to wiggle his fingers a bit to indicate that their conversation took a cringey turn (and that's not quite their style). teasing each other with sarcasm and smartass-- two languages they're both fluent at-- is where their friendship sits most comfortably on the scale, so once they get back into that playful bubble, yoongi knows it means they got way too sappy and it's embarrassing for the both of them.] i'm not great at motivational speaking at all; you just happened to be down in the dumps about something i can talk about. [/he snickers softly, shaking his head. this is seokjin's way of thanking him, he knows, and he honestly wouldn't have it any other way; he doesn't need to hear a direct and cringey thank you to know that seokjin is grateful for this pep talk meeting. it's how they work.] if blaming me makes you feel better, then sure, why not?
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