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The Best of Both Worlds

“To all outsiders Min Yoongi was your typical high school loser: a nerd who had maybe two friends and was the epitome of what it meant to be average. He got good grades, never spoke out of turn in class, and although he wasn’t a teacher’s pet they seemed to have a liking for him.

Like he’d describe it himself, “a whole ass loser”.

But this whole ass loser had a huge ass secret that could potentially change all of that; indeed, Min Yoongi was also world-famous hiphop artist Agust D.

And he just wanted the best of both worlds.

Starring Kim Namjoon as Billy Ray, Kim Taehyung as Lily Trescott, introducing Min Yoongi as Hannah Montana and many more… 

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Slipping his backpack off his shoulder and onto Yoongi’s kitchen table, Taehyung spun around to face his best friend.

“How can you honestly tell me you don’t want to see Agust D tonight?” He asked incredulously. “Do you know how many times I had to call into that radio station to win tickets?”

Yoongi inwardly scowled, trying his hardest to make Taehyung drop it. “I don’t want to go, and besides, we said we were going to study and your ass definitely needs it.”

“But it’s Agust D, Yoongi. He’s been my favorite rapper since I was like 14, and you’ve never even given him a chance! You’d like his stuff if you’d just listen to it.” Taehyung pointed an accusing finger at his friend.

“If you want to see Agust D so bad then ask Jimin to go with you, because I’m not going!” Yoongi huffed out a heavy sigh, turning on his heel towards his room.

“Damn, what crawled up your ass?” Taehyung mumbled disappointedly, but relenting. He soon followed after his friend, dragging his backpack along with him.

Taehyung followed Yoongi into his cramped room, and flung himself onto his small twin bed with a loud groan. He sat his bag next to him, and pulled out his well worn science textbook, flipping few a through pages.

“What chapter is the test over again?” Taehyung asked, perfect eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

Yoongi hesitated, “I think three? I’m not sure -”

Suddenly the voice of Yoongi’s dad rang out, “Yoongi, can I speak with you for a minute?”

“I have to go right now,” he stood and announced. “You know how pushy my dad can be, making him wait long could hurt his achy breaky heart.”

Taehyung nodded absentmindedly, still searching through his textbook. Yoongi sat his own bag down on his desk before exiting his room to find his dad waiting in the living room. Namjoon stood imposingly at the end of the couch, his embroidered brown cowboy boots adding a few inches to his already tall frame.

“What’s up?” Yoongi asked, flopping down onto the worn couch, which caused Namjoon to sigh.

“I overheard Taehyung asking about a certain rapper.” Namjoon sat down himself, folding his long body onto the short couch. “He was being really pushy, Yoongi. You don’t think he’s getting suspicious, do you?”

Yoongi snorted at this idea, finding it completely ridiculous. He pushed up his black framed glasses before answering his father.

“Dad, please - Taehyung’s my friend and all, but he can be kind of ditzy sometimes. He’s more of a pretty face than a brain. I promise, there’s no way he knows I’m Agust D.”

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Back in Yoongi’s room, Taehyung was busying himself with skimming over the chapter he should’ve read a week ago. As he turned the page, a heading stood out to him; Mr. Lee had explicitly told the class the information would be on the exam.

Taehyung paused, pulling his bag closer to search for the one highlighter he owned. After a few moments of searching to no avail, he let out groan. He rose, intending to go ask Yoongi if he had one that he could borrow, but when he heard Yoongi and Mr. Kim still talking, he changed his mind. He’d always found Mr. Kim a little intimidating - any man who could wear cowboy boots as confidently as him was not one to mess with.

Taking it upon himself to find a highlighter, Taehyung began his search around Yoongi’s room. After checking his bag and coming up empty handed, he walked over to his desk. Jerking open the top drawer, he dug through its contents; he found index cards, actor Jung Hoseok’s leaked nudes, post-its, paper clips - but no highlighter.

He took a moment to scan the room, his eyes eventually landing on a small cup filled with various writing utensils sat on a shelf on the bookcase, where Yoongi kept all of his CD’s. With a grin on his face, Taehyung made his way to the bookcase, hand reaching up to grab a treasured highlighter when something caught his eye.

“I knew he was lying.” He exclaimed giddily, a huge smile breaking out on his face. He reached for the CD, about to pull it out of its spot on the shelf. “I knew he liked Agust D.”

As Taehyung pulled the CD out of its position the rest of the way, a mechanical groaning made its way to his ears.

“What the hell?” Taehyung mumbled, but continued to remove the CD anyway. The second it was fully in his grasp, the shelf and the small area it sat on began to move. “Holy shit!”

Taehyung latched himself onto the front of the shelf, too scared that if he moved back he’d get caught in the moving contraption. As it quickly whirled around, Taehyung kept his eyes clenched shut - only opening them once the movement subsided.

And the moment he opened them, he saw something he never, ever could’ve imagined would be hidden away in his best friend’s room.

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Upon hearing a familiar sound of machinery, Yoongi’s eyes snapped towards his dad’s; they both knew what that sound meant. The two of them sprinted towards the room but they already knew their worst fear had come true. 

Why did Taehyung have to be so nosy?

Yoongi and Namjoon rounded the corner into his bedroom, racing to the bookshelf that housed his darkest secret. It was back into its normal place,and  to anyone else it would seem like nothing ever occurred, but Yoongi knew that meant nothing; the shelf was built to go back into position once it was opened.

Namjoon pushed the button that rested where the Agust D CD should’ve been, and both he and his son were soon moving into his vast, hidden closet.

“What are you doing in here?” He advanced to where he saw his friend examining one of his on-stage robes.

Taehyung slowly broke away from the designer outfits and turned to face his best friend.

“I think I should be the one asking the questions here, Yoongi.” He said quietly, an utterly confused look on his face. “Why the hell do you have a moving bookcase? Why do you have all these clothes? Are they yours?”

Yoongi shot a quick look to his father, who seemed unsure as to how to proceed in this situation.

“Well…y-yes, they’re mine,” Yoongi began, causing his father’s jaw to drop. He hadn’t expected his son to come right out about it.

Taehyung glanced around the room a bit more, until one outfit in particular caught his eye. He shuffled over to it cautiously; he slowly reached for the dark coat with a skull imprinted on the back. He inspected the coat, pulling it around to look at it from various angles; all too soon, a chain shining in the light distracts him the jacket. It dangled from the same hanger as the coat; a small gold necklace, with small metal feathers hanging from the chain. He gently touched the metal, sucking in a sharp breath as he does so.

Taehyung had seen the exact necklace so many times; he always commented on how much he liked it every time he watched the Agust D music video.

“Tae -” Yoongi started, taking a step in his direction, but he’s quickly cut off. Taehyung whirled around, his gorgeous, dark eyes as wide as saucers and sparkling with wonder.

“You’re him.” He sputtered, finally connecting the dots. “You’re Agust D.”

This stopped Yoongi cold; he never wanted this to happen, but he doesn’t see anyway to come back from it.

“Shit, Tae,” He sighed deeply, reaching up to pull his glasses off his face. As he does so, Taehyung’s expression grows even more shocked, which makes Yoongi laugh even in the dire situation. “You’re not the brightest. It was a fucking pair of glasses.”

“Well, I’m sorry, I didn’t expect my best friend to pull a Clark-fucking-Kent on me. Excuse me for not seeing through your excessive layers of bullshit.” Taehyung exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air out of frustration.

Namjoon awkwardly clears his throat, before excusing himself. However, he only leaves after tripping over his huge, steel-toed, boot-clad feet.

“Well,” Yoongi awkwardly scratched the back of his head, “Do you still want to see Agust D tonight?”

“Do I still want to see - of course I want to see Agust D tonight, are you kidding me.” Taehyung said quickly, shooting Yoongi a dark look. “Just ‘cause he turned out to be your dumbass doesn’t mean the songs aren’t certified bops.”

“Don’t ever call my songs bops ever again.” He laughed, but the urgency of the situation still hung heavy in the air. “If anything, they’re lit.”

As Yoongi turned around and began walking to the closet door, a thought popped into his head.

“Wait -” He spun around to face Taehyung, who stopped suddenly to avoid running into Yoongi. A wide smile broke onto Yoongi’s handsome face. “Wanna pull a Clark Kent with me?”

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“Remember,” Yoongi - no, Agust D - strutted around the stage, microphone held close to his mouth. Love myself, love yourself, because life’s what you make it. Peace!”

With that, Agust D ran off the stage to the instrumental tune of So Far Away. Blood still singing with the sound of the crowd and a rush of adrenaline from the show, Yoongi ran to his dressing room, eager to go home and recover from the intense concert.

He opened the door to the private room, and was very quickly bombarded with shouts from Taehyung.

“Holy shit, Yoongi. Oh my god, that was so good - oh my god.” Taehyung rambled excitedly, hands flying everywhere and mouth moving a mile a minute. “When did you learn how to do that? I’ve never seen you speak - rap, so quickly. You can’t even give a presentation in class without fucking up your words.”

Yoongi scoffed at Taehyung backhanded compliment, choosing not to push the subject.

“And can I take this stuff off now? This wig is itchy.” Taehyung pulls at the fire engine red wig that had been secured onto his head. Yoongi told Taehyung that in order for him to go backstage and be a part of his ‘entourage’, as Taehyung had called it, he had to wear a disguise just like Yoongi. Yoongi suggested the wig, and also threw in some dark green contacts. He was adamant that Taehyung dress the part to avoid discovery.

Well, at least that’s what he told Taehyung. He honestly just wanted him to look funny for the concert, but of course, Taehyung actually looked good with them on. He’d also have to make a mental note to never let him wear this specific GUCCI suit again, he didn’t know what he’d do if Taehyung decided GUCCI was his thing.

Yoongi sometimes swore that boy could wear a trashbag and still look like a god.

“Go for it,” Yoongi said, breaking out of his thoughts when Taehyung asked again. “But leave in the contacts.”

Yoongi busied himself with gathering his things to leave as Taehyung busied himself with taking off the bothersome wig.

“You ready to go, guys?” Namjoon asked, walking into the dressing room with loud steps.

Both of the boys nodded, heading out the door, but Namjoon laid a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, causing both boys to pause.

“Taehyung…” He began, shifting his weight from side to side, as if he was nervous. “I need to make sure you to understand something before we leave. Yoongi has worked so hard to get where he is today. He’s spent so much time and effort to become Agust D. You cannot tell a single soul about this, Taehyung. It could all come crashing down.”

A heavy weight falls over the room at Namjoon’s words. Yoongi spares a glance at his friend, who has visibly paled at his father’s words.

“I would never, Mr. Kim.” Taehyung said adamantly, shaking his head. “Yeah, I like Agust D and all, and it would be cool to say I knew him, but Yoongi means too much to mean to mess this up. I know he’s trusting me with this, and I won’t let him down. I promise.”

Taehyung answer seemed to appease Namjoon, but as much as Yoongi wanted it to do the same for him, he couldn’t help the unease that he still felt.

He trusted Taehyung, that was certain, but Taehyung didn’t always think before he spoke. He meant well enough; but though he may have been born with the perfect body, he wasn’t born with a perfect filter.

With a sense of anxiety filling his mind, Yoongi followed Taehyung and Namjoon out of the dressing room, and back into his life as Min Yoongi.

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, background asanoya and tanakiyo, past sawamura daichi/oc Characters: Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Shimizu Kiyoko, Nishinoya Yuu Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Mental Health Issues, Anxiety, Grief, Domestic Fluff, and they were roommates !, sometimes a family is me my cat and the boy i've been in love with since highschool au, Self-Indulgent, Eventual Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, Happy Ending, Panic Attacks Summary:

When Daichi moved across the world seven years ago Koushi had figured he'd never see him again. He was engaged to be married, had all but forgotten about his high school friends. His small hometown. Koushi.

(Now with 66% less eggnog)