Yoongi sighed again. Being scolded today, almost at the first hour in the morning was not in his plans. He really tried to block out the nonsense coming from the person in front of him. The yelling was just too loud. So loud...

"For Christ's sake, why were you late? You knew that today was important! You just had to be here in time! But no, of course, you decided to go to the beach?! Do you even have an explanation for that?!"

Yoongi looked up from his strands of grey hair. The other looked mad and he could literally see smoke coming out of his ears. The funny thing was that he really felt no guilt whatsoever. 'Of course the beach was more important, why would you be important.'

"I almost got the restaurant closed up because of you and you knew that today I had to be somewhere else!". He continued yelling, while he hit the floor with his slender foot. "You were late just because you wanted to take a picture?!". He said, grabbing roughly the camera that was hanging from Yoongi's neck. A small crack was heard. "Sure, why didn't you just take a bath or enjoy the godamn weather."

He would lie to say that the others action did not hurt him. That camera meant more than even himself would understand, like a piece of his soul. The gray haired closed his eyes sighing for the hundredth time. 'Don't you ever dare touch my camera again.'

"I..I'm-"

"Oh, don't you even think that 'being sorry' helps in any way, you really are a-"

"Enough!".

Both of them looked up from eachother to see a brown haired standing still with his hands crossed over his chest. His posture was stern and his tone full of dominance. His expression was scrunched in displeasure.

"Namjoon. Give him a break, this place looks like shit anyway."

Yoongi internally sighed, feeling relieved. At least a little. He won't lie about that either. The local they were in had dirty floors and windows, no decorations at all, maybe the brownish brick walls made it look better. Not like he cared and some of the lights were not working. It was not a welcoming place to eat. Not to mention about the bugs or even rats that were probably here.

Everything was a complete mess.

"But you know that I needed him to serve the people!". The purple haired continued but this time his voice was not full of anger. It softened.

"Kim Namjoon. You know that nobody comes here at all. If you needed that approval this much, you would have done the job properly and I can't be the only one who cleans up and cooks. And we all know that you can't even go in the kitchen. Stop blaming the kid and leave him alone".

Namjoons shoulders dropped and his position was not that 'scary' anymore. Being taller and slimmer than everybody in the room, made him look like a streched piece of rope. He then looked around realising the others words. It actually looked horrible.

"Besides, why are you this mad? You did not lose the local. Be thankful that 'The Services for Human rights' didn't close it up. Yet ". The brown haired continued.

Namjoon just sighed heavily and walked past Yoongi while he pushed him slightly with his shoulder. The angry male disappeared into the kitchen that was in the back of the room. The wooden door slammed against the frame, sending vibrations in the walls.

"Oh boy, he entred the kitchen! What am I going to do with him?". The older asked no one in particular while staring at the door. He after sat on a chair next to a table. Looking up, he found Yoongi sitting in the same place. The boy was carefully inspecting his camera.

"Don't worry. I will deal with him later". A smirk formed on his lips. He waited for a reaction from the other but all he could see was his frozen posture.

"Yoongi?"
"Heloooo, Earth is talking to Yoongi?"
"I swear, you little rascal, if you don't turn to me in this second I-"

"He broke it."

The older seemed confused at first. That untill he saw his expression. It was showing pure sadness. He could read everything like an open book. He was sure that if he stared more, he will find something close to despair. Guilt rose in him. On the other hand, Yoongi, wich was now fully turned to him, held the camera like his life depended on it.

"He broke it, Jin...". He said again, his gaze never leaving the black object.

The younger still was not calling him 'hyung'. Sighing, he let that pass, Yoongi was not using formalities anyway. But he really had to change that aspect.

The said male got up and inspected the damage. The lense from the front was slightly cracked. And of course, that was not a big problem after all. It could be fixed in no time. But he knew that for the gray haired...it was different.

"Yah, it's not a big deal. That can be repaired easily. I swear, Namjoonie breaks everything he touches".

The younger's eyes shot up, piercing the others. His fingers tightened around the camera. 'How can you say just that'.... Yoongi's eyes suddenly felt watery. Gulping, he turned on his heels and stormed out of the shop. The door slamming behind him, making the glass shake. Jin saw him mount on his blue bike that was 'parked' in front of the local. The boy disappeared fast after a corner pedalling quickly. Almost desperately.

"What what have I done. Aish, I swear, they act like kids all the time". He slapped himself over the face.

Even if Jin said those words, in reality he felt guilty over his head and more. After all, he raised Yoongi. Sometimes he really felt like a responsible parent. But at the same time...he really thought he failed with Yoongi. In this situation he should have been the responsable one.

I guess he can't be tamed after all...

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"-have a great year and give your best by studying. I hope you will fulfill and achieve your dreams. Always the one who works hard will get the rewards. Have a good semester. Thank you".

Jimin was brought back to reality as loud clapping engulfed the ceremony room. The highschool's director spoke sternly. But the young boy could feel the subtle boredom in his tone. Nobody wanted summer vacation to end after all.

"The meeting is over now. The classes will continue normally. Of course, that is only for the ones that are seniors. The freshmans need to come to the principal's office. Seniors, please take care of our freshmans. You are now dissmised". The directors secretary spoke into the microphone.

The students were pushing eachother, clearly unfazed with the speeches. For the seniors, the freshmens were all the same. Looking scared like they were going to kill them. The place was soon crowded. Everyone was trying to get up and get out on a small door. Chattering was heard everywere. Their voices were mixing together and bouncing on the walls. Echoing again and again and again. The anxiety slowly rose in Jimin. Even if he was a senior, he hated crowded places. He felt his breathing quicken. He needed to get ouside.

The boy really felt like he achieved the biggest thing ever, just by getting out of the ceremony room. The waves of people were going in different directions, making it look like an ocean. Jimin found his loker to drop his things in. Of course he was not going to carry everything around. 'Where you alone without me, locker?', he thought.

Soon the bell rang, meaning everyone had to go in their 'cells' named classes. The day has just started and he was already fed up. At least, he was glad that he calmed down a little bit. Imagine him doing like crazy while running on the halls.
'Well that would be something'. Jimin laughed at his own thought and walked to class on the now empty hall.

Don't be used, be the one who uses.

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"Did you find him?"

A man with a young voice asked, sounding somehow impatient. He lit up a cigarette and parted his lips to inhale the toxic smoke. The man was not aware how bad for his health this was.

"No, boss. All of his traces are gone. It's like he vanished."

"You just don't know how to search. Anyway...". He sighed. "It's his choice to not show up after he ran away with my money".

The old man let out a low chuckle. His face showing a complete different emotion now. Like the opposite of a colour. He looked at the older man standing in front of him and waiting for the next instructions.

"He knows what will happen then. Find him and kill him."

With that, the older noded and bowed politely. He got out closing the door behind him, carefully.

The man left now alone in the luxurious room, smiled looking outside the windows. They revealed the noisy town. Cars were already filling the streets along with people. Everybody is being so busy these days...isn't time the most precious resource?

"If we don't find you, at least we will find your little brother. That will make you come to me, right?"

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(A/N)

Yasss, finally updated. I'm very lazy and very no fun

I know, very cliché story but I just had to put that restaurant part, I can't help myself.

Soooooo, time to reveal smol chim chim:

Yaaah so cute ASDFGHJKL IM-

*cough cough*remember to act professional*cough*

Okaaaaay, love you all and thank you for taking your time to read this. ♡♥♡♥♡♥
(ノ^∇^) ILYSM

Shywarrior out.