4.44 | Yoonmin FF

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Min Yoongi was a character on his own, the male was the type to drink his problems away. Bar fights was a normality to him. He couldn't start the day without a cigarette and a shot of whiskey, a poor man's pleasure. The reason why he was able to keep up his bad habits was with the help of his best friend Kim Namjoon. He was a tattooist at his parlor. The two go way back, high school days. 14 years can do a lot to a person. Pain, heartache, and death. Can take an innocent soul and mold them into a cold-hearted asshole.

Another day, no different then the other. Except this time, his fun time from last night didn't disappoint. Most of the women Yoongi kept as company were secret kleptomaniacs. He'd wake up the night morning and something of his would be stolen: A watch, the money in his wallet, or his alcohol. Hell the alcohol was more expensive then the watch, so he was definitely pissed when those incidents occurred. He now keeps his alcohol cabinets locked, hiding the key in a safe spot. He sighed looking out his apartment window, he was on the top floor. He hated noise, especially noise above him. He turned on his shower head, ready to wash away last nights mistakes. His phone was going off, someone was calling him. Who the fuck calls anymore? He thought looking at the caller ID it was his aunt. Well that makes sense.

"Hey Auntie." He said after clearing his voice.

"Yoongi, I have some bad news. I honestly didn't want to tell you over the phone, but I couldn't wait. Y-You're dad died last night."

Yoongi was at a stand still, he knew this news would come to him. He was prepared for it. Just not today, no not today. Today was going to be another day at work, inking people with colorful art get a bit of flirt in at the bar after work. Drink and possibly bring home another playmate. But no! Today was ruined once again by his father. Even in Death the bastard was still fucking up his son's life. Yoongi clenched his jaw, the line was eerily silent. Yoongi's aunt decided to break the unbearable silence.

"Yoongi I-"

"When's the funeral?"

Yoongi didn't mean to cut his aunt off, he just wanted to know when that asshole was going into the ground. The sooner he was in the ground, the faster Yoongi could get back to his life. Yoongi's aunt knew of the relationship the two men shared, she knew of her nephew's hatred for his father.

"It's next Tuesday. At 10 am."

"Okay."

Is all Yoongi said before hanging up. He got in the shower, the water not being as hot as it was. Thoughts of his old life living in the Min house drifted into his mind. His father was an alcoholic too. I know, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. But he father was a cheating bastard, fucking every skirt in Daegu. The family officially broke apart when Mrs. Min caught her husband in bed with a woman. Mrs. Min left, she didn't care what was left behind in that cursed house. That day she picked up her son from school and headed for Seoul. Even though Mrs. Min was living in Daegu, her original family was from Seoul. She wanted to make sure her and her 8 son had a fresh start in life.

Yoongi thought of his mother, tears started to fall from his eyes. She was a kind soul, all she did was give for her son. And what did she get in return? Death. He punched the shower wall, again and again. How dare that bastard take his mother from him! By the time he was done letting his anger out. His knuckles were blooded and the tile was chipping off the wall. He got out of the shower drying off. He ran cold water from the faucet over his knuckles. Bandaging it with a gauze. He went on with the rest of his daily routine as he made his way to work.

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Namjoon had an early appointment. He normally didn't open the shop till 11, but someone wanted a sleeve done by 9. That was big money, and he wasn't going to pass on it. It was now almost 10:30. He was a bit surprised at Min Yoongi's punctual attendance. He looked at his clock to make sure it was the right time. Yup, 10:30. Either one or two things happened. Yoongi had an extremely good time last night or he won the lottery and came in bright and early to turn in his resignation. Okay the later choice was probably a stretch. But it must be some news. "Well look at you hyung, all bright eye and bushy tail. You must have had some fun last night?" Namjoon comment. His attention went back to his client as he continued on with the tattoo.