Jimin marched away from the apartment and the scene he'd uncovered between the man and the boy. He felt odd looking at the duo like that. It reminded him of the emotion he got when someone would beat him to the answer in class but slightly more infuriating.

He made several turns until he reached the familiar abandoned road and the tall gate. The junkyard was locked but that didn't stop him, with much effort he climbed over them. He'd never done such a thing before yet he didn't find it too challenging. He landed smoothly on his two feet, his knees bent slightly beneath him.

He walked for the building, he shed his coat on the way.  He reached the front of the building that out looked the larger area of the piles of undesired items. Jimin dropped his jacket on a box, leaned against it was a Hoseok's mallet.

Jimin rid of his tie as well and pulled his dress shirt from under his belt. He let the loose ends be swung around by the slight breeze. He took hold of the handle of the mallet and dragged it against the dusty ground. He pushed his hair back as he moved into the maze of junk.

He raised the object to his shoulder. The memory of Jungkook on the bed besides Yoongi flashed in his head. He swung the object with great force against the side of a single car door. The noise the wooden mallet made against the metal didn't satisfy him, he wanted something louder.

He banged the weapon against different objects, some made more noises than others. He banged it against the glasses of the car door, the pieces of the glass shattered all over the ground, including his face. He barely noticed the small cuts they made on his skin or the shards of glass that impaled it.

He swung the mallet against empty paint cans, sending them flying to a whole new location they've probably never been exposed to. One of the many still possessed remains of unwanted paint, the ground became stained pink because of it.

He breathed heavily now, not really caring that he had probably destroyed half the items in feet radius to him. His eyes landed on another paint can, he took a swing at it. The can tumbled a few feet from him, it stained the floor black.

He breathed heavily, he watched the paint find it's way to the pink, they met halfway. He watched as the they mixed into one color. Suddenly a noise brought him out of his daze, a spark was created near the paint. Startled he turned around to see who'd done it.

Namjoon stood not too far from him with a gun in his hands.

"Hyung..." He said as the male lowered the weapon. "W-What are you d-doing here?"

Jimin stared at the top of his hair, it was purple. A head piece like the he'd seen on Taehyung was wrapped around his forehead. He approached him, the gun held out to him.

"I think this'll suit you better kid."

Unsure Jimin reached out for the gun and took it into his single hand, he released Hoseok's mallet. The wood hit the ground just as he raised the new weapon. He wasted no time in pointing it as the black paint can not too far from him. 

He took his first shot, it created a hole and moved the container further. He targeted the paint can again, he planned to do so once more until he caught sight of a teddy bear which the container landed near. He walked towards it as he shot bullets at it. Like Yoongi had told him to, he pretended to be the bullet. As the bullet was enjoying seeing the stuffing be extracted due to the harsh impacts he had created.

He breathed heavily after pressing the trigger but no more bullets cruised from it. He brought the weapon to his side with a smile. He felt a surge of happiness flow through his body and so he did what any happy person would do, he laughed. He threw his head back and laughed for a few second before turning to Namjoon. The elder had a smirk on his face as the boy approached him.

"You like it?" He asked once Jimin stopped in front of him. Jimin licked his lips, he nodded while his eyes flickered to the stuffing surrounding where the complete bear once was.

"Y-Yeah I did." He said in between pants.

Namjoon smiled turned more genuine as if he were glad to see Jimin enjoyed himself just then. "Come I brought some water, I left it by your coat. Why are you wearing a suit anyway?"

Jimin rushed back for the mallet as he answered the elder's question. "Doesn't matter. Why are you here?"

"I come to work out here sometimes but I heard the sound of destruction and couldn't hold my curiosity. I thought it might have been Hoseok which is why I brought the gun, I planned to scare the shit out of him." Namjoon chuckled, Jimin joined him.

Namjoon handed him the water bottle that rested on top of his suit's jacket. He gulped down the liquid quickly, leaving the elder in amazement.

"Man were you thirsty!" He slapped his shoulder. "What brings you here so early Jimin?"

Jimin lowered the bottle from his lips. "I don't know."

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow, it rested just before his bandanna. "What do you mean you don't know. Did you want to practice or something kid?" 

Jimin shrugged, he pushed out his lips as he tried to come up with a reason. "I don't know why really, it's was just instinctively I guess. I was having this weird feeling so I came here and I saw Hoseok's mallet there and I just started banging it against things. I'm sorry for my destructive behavior Hyung."

Namjoon smiled. "I like destructive behavior."

Jimin grinned as well and finished off drinking the water bottle. He thanked Namjoon greatly, they started heading for the exit of the junkyard. Jimin held the suit in his hand, he had ripped it. He ran his hand against the ripples on the fabric, it seemed they had caught onto the gate when he trespassed.

"Remind me to give you a key." Said Namjoon. Jimin laughed, "Yeah that would be helpful."

Namjoon opened the gate easily, he stayed behind to lock it close. Jimin watched as he tugged at the lock before turning to him.

"You've had lunch yet kid? Jin's cooking right now if you'd like to join us." He said, patting his back. Jimin nodded, he did feel hungry after his rampage, he could go for a meal.

"Those roots of yours are showing, why don't we go dye them? I have some leftover purple from mine if you'd like." Namjoon tugged at the orange strands harshly but he didn't flinch.

Jimin turned his head to look back at the junkyard just before they turned the empty road.

"How about pink?"

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It's 12 and I doing this instead of my project WHOO

Hope you enjoyed!

{Ciel1l}