Yoongi was someone that you would call a reasonable man.

Yoongi Min (as the States would call him) was someone built on logic and reasoning— someone with a rigid foundation to himself even if his past was shaking grounds. Irrationality was inept for someone like him. What mattered was the person he was now, and now, more than ever, Yoongi relied on reasoning and sense to get him through everything.

When his parents struggled to make ends meet to keep him and his siblings afloat, Yoongi understood that they wouldn't have much time to spend together, why he would have to spend his nights making sure that his siblings were surviving. It was reasonable; it made sense— if not his parents, then him.

When his parents left that job and announced they were moving across the country for more opportunities, Yoongi didn't pay much attention to it. Moving was a natural stage in a human's life— and though it was going to be hard leaving his childhood city, he knew it was for the best. For what his parents wanted to do, it made sense for them to move. It was reasonable. It was fine.

When his parents began their own business, it gave them slightly more time together. Still, after a while, things were just about the same, only this time, Yoongi was also involved, so while his parents were working, he was their personal secretary while also making sure his siblings weren't too lonely. That was also reasonable. It was also fine.

Yoongi was the oldest, so it made sense that he'd help out both family and business-wise. If his parents' business grew well, then Yoongi knew he'd be the successor— it made sense that it would go to him, so he needed it to succeed, just as much as his parents wanted it to. If it could get them out of poverty, well, Yoongi wanted what was best for his family, and in the United States, it was money that would save them.

Ultimately, it did.

Now, Yoongi was here, heading down the stairs of his home, where his parents were waiting for him. His siblings usually never came along to dinners like these— not because Yoongi's parents weren't proud of all their children, but because they were still far too young and not as mature as Yoongi was at their age. That was very reasonable— Yoongi had to grow up quicker than them to be there for his parents and them. Now, with financial stability, Yoongi didn't have to worry. None of them did.

"You look beautiful," his mother smiled, opening her arms for an embrace. Yoongi chuckled, embracing her back.

"Handsome," Yoongi corrected, "But I'll take the compliment. The kids?"

"Nevaeh's in her room worrying about her first AP Spanish project," his father answered. "Iseul and Rowoon are at some friend's house playing video games. They're fine."

"Nevaeh's got a project already?" Yoongi arched an eyebrow, his eyes glancing up the stairs. "Maybe I should help her."

His mom sighed. "Yoongi, sweetie, you can help her later. We have to get going. We don't want to be late, do we?"

Right.

Yoongi made a mental note to himself as he followed his parents outside and into the limousine waiting for them. Limousine rides weren't too uncommon— especially when it came to meeting other wealthy business executives. Especially for 'Nouveau Riche' such as Yoongi's family, they needed to showcase their money as much as possible. This also made sense because if there was something that Yoongi had come to learn after coming to terms with wealth was that the older generations were never fond of when someone new earned their way into their ranks.

Though Yoongi hadn't asked yet, he suspected that they would be dealing with a family with far more wealth than the Mins currently possessed— which could be anyone in the wealthy world if Yoongi were honest. The business alone had just reached its first billion worth, and Yoongi knew it was just going to climb its way from there. However, taking away potential liability, the net worth was still nothing compared to everyone else. It was reasonable— Yoongi's parents had only made it big a couple of years ago— they were still accumulating wealth.

Yoongi wondered if anyone that was looking from outside was staring at the limousine with awe. Maybe they were looking at the pristine sleek of the paint and tainted windows in envy, wondering who the hell was so important that they were traveling in such a ride. They should be; it was a privilege to be able to see an expensive mode of transportation compared to their four-wheeled regular automobiles that would break down at any little thing. If Yoongi were the outsider, he'd be thinking the same thing. It just made sense.

"Yoongi, I know you're young, but what do you think about marriage?"

Yoongi immediately turned to his face his mother with wide eyes, an incredulous look washing over his face. The funny thing was, his parents looked incredibly serious— as if it was something that a senior who was just about to start applying to college would be worrying about. Seeing that his parents weren't going to drop the subject, he took a second to collect his thoughts. It was reasonable that his parents were asking him this— they were his parents, it was natural for them to ask this.

"I mean, Minseo and I have only been dating for a couple of months," Yoongi began, pausing for a moment. "I don't think either of us is too focused on marrying anytime soon."

Yoongi's mother's eyebrow raised, lips parted as if in surprise. Yoongi watched her surprised look, and through his peripheral vision, noticed his father mirroring his mother's feelings. It's not like Yoongi usually talked to them about his romantic life, but he was sure that he had mentioned Minseo to them, even if they hadn't ever formally met. This had to be rational, too, especially with Yoongi having a girlfriend.

"Yoongi, sweetie, if you're asked about your love life today, can you pretend that you're eligible?" his mother asked, lips pressing into a hard line. "I know that's not like us, but this family is incredibly picky, and the last thing we want to do, is to get on their bad side."

Yoongi's eyebrows furrowed at this. Why would a wealthy family be remotely interested in his love life? What did Yoongi have anything to do with the matter of his parents meeting with this family, this business? Yoongi was, at most, used as an accessory, as someone that showed the reflection of how a poor past can shape a worthy, responsible, and rich son like him. There was nothing that Yoongi could bring to the table that could benefit these people, so why was his love life being brought up?

There had to be a logical explanation for this. Something reasonable, but Yoongi wasn't going to get it right at the moment from the looks of it.

"You can do that for us, right, Yoongi?" his father continued, looking at him hopefully. Yoongi said nothing, making sure that his face remained stoic as he thought it over.

He didn't like lying about not having a girlfriend. He still didn't see why it mattered anyhow— it's not like they'd criticize him; he was with a girl after all. That didn't raise any red flag towards how Yoongi identified as, not that it mattered to these people anyhow— as long as they knew that he was dating what was perceived to be the societal standard, it did not matter. Not one bit. But, if his parents were asking him to keep hush about it, well, Yoongi couldn't find it in him not to agree. There was always a logical reason for what his parents were asking of him, even if they hadn't disclosed it yet.

Whatever.

His parents would just owe him one.

"Thank you, Yoongi," his mother smiled in relief. "It'll make sense shortly."

Yoongi sure hoped so. If his parents were still not spilling anything, it had to be for a reason, and Yoongi was beginning to suspect it was going to be for a reason that he wasn't going to like. Still, if it made his parents temporarily happy that Yoongi would lie about his love life, then that's what he'd do. At the end of the day, Minseo was still his girlfriend, and Yoongi was sure she'd be understanding over this. Not that he was going to say anything about pretending he was single— not like it was her business anyhow.

The limousine stopped briefly, diverting Yoongi's attention to the window to look at the landscape. He drew in a breath, marveling at the obvious wealth that was invading his vision. It was a bit dark, so that Yoongi couldn't recognize the place well, but one thing was obvious.

Whoever these people were, they weren't just rich. Hell, they weren't even the level above rich. These people had created a whole other level for themselves, and Yoongi could already deduce just how expensive the place looked on the inside if the outside already looked fit for royalty. The fact that this place required gates and was a bit farther away from the nice neighborhoods only further established it.

No wonder his parents wanted to make the best impression possible.

"They chose their home to show off, didn't they?" Yoongi asked, earning a pointed look from his parents. "Hey, I'm just asking. Usually, we meet at a specific place, like a restaurant or something."

"They're next level, Yoongi, so I expect you to surpass their expectations," his father said. "The future of us rests on it."

Make that two owes.

One from each parent.

As the door was opened to them, Yoongi stepped out first, his smile specifically reserved for the wealthy people he had to suck up to. He never felt nervous when meeting these people— at the end of the day, they hid behind their money, ones passed down to them and grown more, while Yoongi had to claw with his family to even break the wealthy socialite scene. Everything would be fine. There was no logical reason it wouldn't be.

"Welcome. If you will follow me this way."

Yoongi smiled warmly at the butler who opened the door to the home. Following behind his parents now, Yoongi let out a low whistle at the crystal clear chandeliers that lay in every room that Yoongi's eyes could peak at. He found it strange that there weren't any family pictures to display, nothing to give Yoongi any clues about who this place could belong to. Maybe they had a room designated for that, considering that most paintings and pictures seemed to be more for flexing wealth than knowledge.

Even the floor that they were stepping on, Yoongi knew was completely out of his budget. He wanted to examine the flooring further, but considering that he was walking, that action didn't seem wise, so he forced his head up, mentally preparing himself for the dinner that his parents were betting seemingly everything on.

"I hope you are all wearing nice shoes," an unfamiliar voice said, her high-pitched voice sounding like chalk writing in his ears. "You are stepping on Pietra Firma Luxtouch tiles, and I'd hate for them to be damaged by the likes of you folk. Each tile is worth about a million, and they fill most of the rooms, so watch your step."

A million per tile.

That sounds about rich.

"Thank you for having us, Yuri," Yoongi's mother said, moving slightly so that Yoongi could be in vision. "This Yoongi. Yoongi Min, our eldest son."

"Min Yoongi!" Yuri clapped her hands, switching the names around. "You really are pretty. Ah, you're perfect! I hope tonight goes well."

"Thank you," Yoongi didn't know what else to say other than that. At least he'd been called pretty (though he would have preferred more masculine terms but at the very least, he was acknowledged). "It is an honor to be in your home, ma'am."

Yuri nodded enthusiastically. "I know it is! Come, all of you. My son and husband are already waiting. The food today's rather exceptional— my personal chef is on maternity leave, bless her soul, but you would have loved her food. Today, however, I took the liberty to hire Alain Ducasse, so I hope you the meals today are to your taste."

Alain Ducasse?

"Yes, the chef with the most Michelin stars to date," Yuri said, noticing Yoongi's expression. "I thought it would be too much of a hassle for us to travel to France just to eat food, so I flew him over here instead. We've had his dishes a few times. Absolutely to die for."

It was official.

Yoongi and his parents were entering a completely different world, which begged the next question. How did his parents manage to make contact with them? At all? Logically, it made little sense, but Yoongi was a man of reasoning, so he knew there had to be an explanation for this. There had to be.

As they stepped into the dining room, Yuri beamed.

"You remember my husband, Jaehwan?" she gestured towards her husband, who smiled warmly at them. Yoongi smiled politely as Jaehwan gestured for them to sit.

"Our son had to excuse himself for a couple of moments, but he'll be here in a bit," Jaehwan said, to which Yoongi nodded. "I admit, I was a bit wary about this potential arrangement, but I'm quite pleased with your appearance, Yoongi."

Yuri beamed wider. "Isn't he so pretty? Just imagine how perfect he'd look across the tabloids and magazines, alongside our beautiful Seok!"

Seok? Yoongi thought to himself. That's a weird name for a child.

But, who was Yoongi to judge? He was the rational one here, the reasonable one. It was clear from the overpriced tiles that this family was completely irrational and had the money to do so. Wealthy people didn't need to do that— they could afford to be unreasonable.

"My apologies for arriving a bit late."

Though Yoongi was drinking nothing, he choked, receiving peculiar glances from everyone. He smiled weakly, clearing his throat, but refused to look in the direction of the voice, heart dropping to his stomach at it. That voice, Yoongi could recognize anywhere.

"Oh, Hoseok, don't worry about it!" Yuri laughed goodnaturedly, "We just sat down. Join us. I'd like to introduce you to the Mins."

Yoongi thought of himself as a reasonable man. Everything had a reason, a piece of logic stuck to it, but this...there was no logical explanation for this. This had to be some cruel joke because there was no way that the one person he'd continuously apprehend at school was the son of this couple. It made no sense.

And yet, it made the perfect sense.

"This is their son, Min Yoongi," Yuri said, gesturing towards Yoongi. Yoongi forced himself to look up and plastered the brightest smile that he could, holding onto the sliver hope that the person he was about to look at was not the person he had just been taunting earlier that afternoon.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Student Body President, I have places to be.

As their eyes met, Yoongi wished he could disappear. Hoseok's eyes flashed with recognition, but if he was surprised, he didn't show it. Instead, he held out his hand, and as Yoongi shook it, a slow smirk spread across Hoseok's face, the sight of it making Yoongi die a bit on the inside.

At school, Yoongi took charge, holding all the power to make Hoseok's life miserable, but here, the roles were reversed. Now, it was Yoongi that was in Hoseok's mercy, and from the looks of it, Yoongi knew he wasn't going to get out easy. Yoongi and his family had waltzed right into the lion's den. Logic told him there wouldn't be an easy escape from here.

No.

Yoongi was a reasonable man, and his reasoning told him that right now, he'd be lucky if he and his family made it out of Hoseok's house in one piece.

a/n: i've been literal shit at being active oopsies (haven't had the motivation to be as online bear with me rn) so i have so much to catch up on. i don't think i'll be active on insta for the time being doe, just on my main kekeke. i wrote two separate versions for this chapter, one in hoseok's pov, and this one, and ultimately, i decided to go with this one, just to continue with single person narrative for now. 

y'all can tell how iffy i am with this because like this don't feel like my style of writing so i'm just like SDLKJGHAFDSKJLGHF but cheers to trying new things ! 

yes, hobi's family said 'last name, first name' instead (you could tell from the start of last chapter). that is also on purpose, i promise <3

(will def had to change the description a bit considering that i'm focusing more on yoongi than hobi)

this was longer than i'd planned it to be (v sorry about that), but as i'm waiting for ptd, i was like, hell why not write ? might as well make staying up worth it, y'know what i'm saying? haha anyways, i have a dentist appointment tomorrow, so i def shouldn't be staying up but...<bts3

nevertheless, i hope you enjoyed. 

thank you for reading <3