Yoongi knows he's being tough on the kid. He's tough on everyone who should know better. The thing is, Yoongi has never looked down on Jungkook because of his age. Struggling when you're young is just about the worst spot to be in, and Yoongi's had more than his fair share of it. He moved out when he was barely fifteen and has spent the last ten years clawing to get to where he is today--he'd be no better than the assholes grinding his dreams down if he turned around and gave the same treatment to Jungkook. Putting aside his own feelings about the boy, Yoongi gave him a fair shot. He eventually let him sub last minute in his performance, he paid him what he earned even though it was off the books, he spoke with Hoseok about keeping him as a co-lead without having him go through a formal audition. Seeing Jungkook in action, dancing well under intense pressure and Yoongi's own scrutiny, was worth more than an audition.
A part of Yoongi mulls that Jungkook might not be aware of all those considerations made. It was never just because of Hoseok. But the larger part of him doesn't care. If the kid doesn't have the humility and reasoning skills to figure out that he should probably respect the people who helped pick him up, if he thinks practicing with his team is so far beneath him because he's already fucking perfect, then why is Yoongi wasting any more of his time?
That extra bit of patience Yoongi managed to hold onto is completed shot as soon as Jungkook mocks him. Him, Min Yoongi. Maybe he would laugh at how ridiculous it was if he wasn't already wound up, something about Jungkook and his tone and the way he's fucking waving his water as a sign to wait even more creeping under his skin. So he knocks the bottle straight out of Jungkook's hand instead, so fast it's already thudding against the mirrored wall before the other has any time to react. Echoes like a stinging slap across the room.
"Call me that again," Yoongi's voice hardens, gaze boring down on Jungkook, "and you can go suck my dick." Walk right out this door and see how far you get on your own. Yoongi wouldn't stop him.
no subject
A part of Yoongi mulls that Jungkook might not be aware of all those considerations made. It was never just because of Hoseok. But the larger part of him doesn't care. If the kid doesn't have the humility and reasoning skills to figure out that he should probably respect the people who helped pick him up, if he thinks practicing with his team is so far beneath him because he's already fucking perfect, then why is Yoongi wasting any more of his time?
That extra bit of patience Yoongi managed to hold onto is completed shot as soon as Jungkook mocks him. Him, Min Yoongi. Maybe he would laugh at how ridiculous it was if he wasn't already wound up, something about Jungkook and his tone and the way he's fucking waving his water as a sign to wait even more creeping under his skin. So he knocks the bottle straight out of Jungkook's hand instead, so fast it's already thudding against the mirrored wall before the other has any time to react. Echoes like a stinging slap across the room.
"Call me that again," Yoongi's voice hardens, gaze boring down on Jungkook, "and you can go suck my dick." Walk right out this door and see how far you get on your own. Yoongi wouldn't stop him.