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Min Yoongi stretched and then turned and burrowed further under the covers as the sun shone its way into the room. He had been up late again working on a piece of music for a mixtape his friend Namjoon was planning to put out.
He really shouldn't do this to himself he thought as he hit the snooze button yet again.
Every time he showed up at the office with shadows under his eyes his mother gave him a disapproving look. She wanted so badly for him to take over the company and was constantly pushing him to be more prepared, to get proper rest and to “give up that darn music hobby”. She just didn't understand that it was more than a hobby for him. It was a breath of fresh air in an otherwise stressful existence. He did enjoy his job and he was looking forward to the company being his one day but he didn't have the same zeal for it his parents did. They spent more time in the office than they did with him, or each other for that matter. They barely felt like a family and he spent much of his time growing up alone at home. He just knew he was destined to grow up as cold and formal as his parents were. Thank goodness for Namjoon.
It was, up until this point, the best day of his life when he discovered a rather tall tan boy sitting in what he considered his spot under the big oak tree in the school yard. The boy was rapping and laying out a beat using a water bottle and his fingers to make drumming sounds. Yoongi didn't recognize him and could only think this boy must be new in school. Almost everyone else stayed a respectful distance from Yoongi because of his cold demeanor and they all knew it was “his tree”. He watched for a minute silently as the boy played, a somewhat disgruntled look on his face every time his fingers hit the water bottle. It was clear he wasn't getting the sound he wanted. Yoongi thought for a moment and picked up two tiny branches laying on the ground under the oak tree. He stepped closer and cleared his throat, startling the other boy who looked up at Yoongi with wide eyes. His mouth, which had fallen open in shock, stretched into a wide grin when he noticed the two sticks Yoongi had extended out to him.
“Hi, I'm Kim Namjoon. I'm new here. Thanks for the drumsticks,” he said smiling slightly, “I'm just working on a song. Do you want to hear the rest of it?” he offered hopefully.
Yoongi thought about it and then shrugged and nodded, sitting down next to this strange new person. That's how he met Kim Namjoon and unwittingly changed the course of his life forever.