"Hyung~ Oh Hyung~"

Jimin groaned at the voice whispering into his ear, the hot breath disturbed him greatly. He pulled his blanket all the way above his head and ignored the constant whispers. 

"Hyung!" 

"What!" He sat up and glared at Jihyun. 

"Park Jimin is that how you speak to your brother!?" his mother's voice reached his ears, "You are older, set the example young man! Apologize to your brother this instant!" 

He turned his head, his mother stood at his desk with an angry expression and her hands at her hips. Jimin groaned and looked back at his brother who had an innocent expression on his devilish face. 

"I'm sorry Jihyun, Hyung didn't mean to yell at you." he mumbled. He looked back to his mother, she smiled approvingly. He let himself fall back on the mattress and his eyes close.

"Excuse me young man?" a nail poked at his chubby cheek. He sighed and opened his eyes, his mother peered down at him. "Yes Eomma?" he asked softly, careful not to anger her any more. 

She smiled sweetly, "Do you not know the day nor the time?". Jimin looked over to his alarm clock, it was six in the morning. He'd slept for only three hours, he really didn't have the energy for this. 

"Yes Eomma."

"Now didn't I tell you that you can't go to church with that hair?" she picked at the short orange stands. Jimin stared at the hair that fell over his eyes, 'so what' he thought. She raised an eyebrow as if she had heard his thought, "Would the lord approve of you changing your appearance?"

"Eomm-"

"Would he approve of  your behavior lately? Would he Park Jimin?"

"No Eomma." he said while trying to not roll his eyes. "Then why must you disrespect our savior by going to his home with your hair like this?" she said. Jimin shook his head and looked down, he wasn't feeling one bit sorry. Most of the time his mother managed to guilt trip him by using religion but he wasn't having it today. 

"What do you plan to do?" she said finally. Jimin sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He shrugged which was a huge mistake. 

"Excuse me?!"his mother yelled outraged. She stared at him with wide eyes while he stared back with his tired eyes and expressionless face. "What has been going on with you lately?! How dare you shrug at me! How dare you, my son, my little boy!" she held her chest dramatically and tears tickled at the corner her eyes. 

"Emma leave the boy." his father appeared at the door frame of his room. He was in his suit, all ready for church. The woman turned around and pointed down to her son, "He shrugged at me!"

"Let him be, look at him he's tired Emma. Late night studying tired him out," his dad looked at Jimin, "isn't that right Jimin?" 

Jimin wasn't sure why his dad was covering him but at the moment he didn't care, he nodded. His mother glared down at him one last time before stomping right past his father and out of the room. Jimin turned around, Jihyun was gone. 

"That's it, not even a thank you?" his father said, he was a lot closer to him now. Jimin turned his head towards him, "Thank you Appa."

"I know you came home at two last night. I also know someone, a man, dropped you off. Who is it?" his father questioned him. Jimin's eyes widened, he hadn't expected his father to lie for him despite knowing the truth.  

"A-A friend A-Appa." he stuttered. "Whoever it is I better not see him around here again. Whoever these new friends are they better not be stick around much longer, is that understood?" 

Jimin didn't respond, he didn't want because he knew if he did he'd have to lie and he'd never lied to his father. He stayed silent. 

"Is that understood Park Jimin?"

"..."

"Jimin do I make myself understood?"

"Y-Yes sir."

***

"Tutoring, they'll buy that?"  Taehyung asked as he threw peanuts into his mouth. Jimin nodded, of course they would. He looked out to the junkyard as Jungkook aimed for new targets, he tried to predict what would be hit next. Was it the can on the hood of the car or perhaps the window of the car of the car?

It was the car's window. 

The shattering sound filled his ears, he liked it. He watched as the young boy refilled his ammo. He still couldn't believe he was fifteen. Taehyung had told him the story of the boy as they walked from their place to the junkyard where they met up with him. 

He was abounded at the age of thirteen by his mother. He lived on the street for a few months until he came across Namjoon who took him in and raised him for the past two years. Jimin found the story quite upsetting, who would want to get rid of a blessing like a child?

"Oh! Yoongi Hyung told me to bring you to the shop!" Taehyung pipped up and quickly stood up. Jimin looked at him confused, what shop?

"Come on! Come on!" he pulled at his shirt and he stood up. They climbed down the stairs from the side of the building in a hurry. Jimin ran behind Taehyung until they found their way out of the junkyard and into the street with a few pedestrians. They ran a few blocks until reached a store in the middle of the block. 

"Hyung is going to kill me!" Taehyung exclaimed as he opened the door to the building. Jimin tried to catch his breath as he stumbled inside the dark place. It was a tattoo shop. He looked around amazed by the posters and designs on the wall, it was quite a sight.

"You're late."

He turned his head to find Yoongi in the corner leaned over as he tattooed a woman's arm. She seemed pretty relaxed. He sat down at a nearby chair and tried to catch his breath there. 

"What's wrong pretty boy? Tae's too fast for you?" Yoongi asked him from where he was. Jimin gulped and shook his head although he really meant the opposite. Yoongi chuckled at him as he whipped away at the skin. 

"Done. You know how to pay me back right?" he looked at the woman who stared down at the tattoo. "Hell yeah I do, thanks Yoongs." she said.

"No problem Amber." He patted her shoulder and stood up. "Pretty boy come." he called for Jimin who followed as soon as being addressed. He followed Yoongi to a door all the way in the back, "Open." Jimin did just that and they entered a completely dark room. A few seconds the lights were turned on. He watched as Yoongi rid of his gloves and began cleaning his hands in the sink. They were in a bathroom.

"Is this yours?" he asked as he looked out to the shop. Yoongi nodded although the boy was looking.

"Sure is cutie, like it?" 

Jimin blushed at the nickname. He hummed in respond as he stared at the beautiful  designs on the wall. He liked how the red walls went along with the black frames of the drawings or how the posters hung nicely near the display with piercing accessories. 

"You want to get a piercing while we're here?" Yoongi asked. Jimin jumped slightly, arms wrapped around his waist and a flop of green hair appeared at the corner of his eyes. He chuckled nervously and shook his head. 

"N-No thank you Hyung." he stuttered. His entire body had tensed from the sudden contact, he'd never been touched in the way he was being held onto right now, especially not by someone who was seven years older than him. 

"How 'bout a tattoo then? I nice little pretty one where ever you want? What do you say pretty boy?"

Jimin tried not to shiver at the close contact. He could feel the hot breath on his ear, it sent a weird feeling throughout his body. Yoongi moved closed to him, his chest touching his back and his thumb creased his forearm.

"A pretty one. Just like you, right there? What do you say?" he said hotly into his ear. Jimin face was beet red as he shook his head. "No th-thank you H-Hyung."

Yoongi chuckled and pulled away. He walked past him but stopped once he noticed he wasn't being followed. He turned around.

 "Well come on, I have to show you how to shoot a gun."

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Whoo long chapter. 

Hope you enjoyed!

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