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"Do you still have the tapes you stole?"

Jimin and Jungkook sat on a bench at the edge of the parking lot, the older of the two peeling the backing off of a bandaid he kept in his pocket. He let his question hang in the air for a moment, sticking the bandage onto a bleeding cut that had opened up on his face. When Jungkook didn't answer, he continued. "I'm on those, so I would rather you not be the one who keeps them."

Jungkook sighed. The tapes. Currently they resided in the same backpack that Jungkook keep all of his stolen cash in, shoved to the very back underneath Taehyung's bed. He had forgotten about them, to be honest, so it surprised him when Jimin brought them up.

"Yeah, I still have them." He answered, looking over at Jimin and watching his expression carefully. The bruises around his eye had darkened into a deep purple, and his busted lip was now dried up and scabbing. His expression was stoic. "I'll get rid of them, it's fine."

"No." Jimin shook his head, silver hair fluffing itself up as he did so. "I already said that I'm on them. It should be obvious enough that I want you to give them to me." He reached beside him to grab his hoodie, picking it up and pulling it over his head. Jimin grimaced once he was sure that the fabric was covered his face, aching muscles finally showing their true pain beneath the adrenaline.

Currently, they were waiting for Yoongi. Today was really just to gauge what Jungkook was actually capable of. If he wasn't able to beat him, Jimin probably would have forced him to hand over the tapes and then killed him.

Jungkook had surprised him though, and so now they waited for Yoongi to come pick them up due to their injuries.

"Well I don't have them with me right now." Jungkook stated obviously, kicking a few rocks around with his feet. "They're at my friend's house, so I'd have to go get them for you."

Jimin's eyes widened at Jungkook's words. The idea of evidence for his crime just sitting around in some teenager's house had the older male on the verge of freaking out. Almost every time Jungkook opened his mouth, Jimin regretted letting him live.

"Why the hell is it there?" He asked, staring down the younger male with an exasperated expression. "Do you not understand what happened?" Jimin leaned closer, and lowered his voice. "You and I, whether you want to believe it or not, did something very bad. We stole a lot of money. Which is a very big crime. Not to mention," He pointed at himself. "I have done this multiple times. If either of us gets caught, we're both fucked."

Jungkook swallowed thickly and nodded, the atmosphere around them so tense he was itching. "I don't know what you've done before, but I promise you - it will never get you in more trouble than being involved with me."

And with any other person, Jungkook would have burst out laughing, finding the words ridiculous.

Coming from Jimin though, he found himself believing them.

"I don't really have a home of my own." Jungkook finally replied, looking to the side and exhaling. "I got kicked out a few years ago, so Taehyung - my friend - has the only place I can really stay." He picked up a rock off of the ground, rolling it between his thumb and his pointer finger. "That's why the tapes are there."

Jimin observed him, watching as the younger boy tugged on his lip piercing with his teeth. It seemed to be a nervous habit, because Jimin had watched him do it quite a few times in the short time they had known each other. There was still blood dried at the corner of his mouth, yellow and blue bruises colouring the high point of his cheekbone. He still looked so youthful though, not quite grown out of the baby fat in his cheeks.

How did he end up here? Jimin couldn't help but wonder, even though he was trying to keep himself detached from Jungkook's backstory. There was just something unnerving about him. Someone so young being willing to do a crime so high scale. Why? Even Jimin wouldn't touch a high profile crime until he was a couple years Jungkook's senior.

He dug his fingernails into his palms to prevent himself from prying further.

"Well, I'm going to need them back." Jimin replied shortly, looking away from the younger and silencing any of his internal questions. "When I drop you off, you can run them outside to me. Yoongi should be here any minute."

It was if Yoongi was aware of this cue, almost immediately speeding into the parking lot after the words left Jimin's mouth. He slid to a stop, the tires of his car kicking up quite a bit of gravel as he did so and costing the area in a cloud of dust. "Fucking show off." Jimin couldn't help but chuckle, slowly standing up and brushing off his pants.

Jungkook stayed seated, gaze resting upon the new person who had just arrived. Min Yoongi sat behind the wheel of his matte black Toyota AE86, cigarette balanced in his teeth and seat set way far too back to be comfortable to drive. His jet black hair was pulled off of his forehead by a white baseball cap, dark eyes accentuated by the even darker circles underneath them.

Yoongi rolled down his window, sticking his arm out of it and ashing his cigarette on the ground below. His hands had black leather gloves covering them, and there was a woven friendship bracelet on his wrist.

"Now Jimin," He began, his low and raspy voice catching Jungkook off guard. "Did you really need me to pick you up, or is this just an excuse to show me off to your new friend?" Jungkook watched as Jimin scoffed, and a cheeky smile spread across Yoongi's face.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." Jimin sighed, motioning for Jungkook to stand up as he walked over to the passenger side of Yoongi's car. "I need you to drop him off first."

It was at this time that Jungkook and Yoongi finally met gazes, the older male raising an eyebrow as he scanned his eyes across Jungkook. The younger male fidgeted under his gaze, wiping a spot of dried blood from off of his lip.

Yoongi really didn't know what to expect when Jimin had told him that he was going to be training a seventeen year old kid to be a part of his operations, but honestly he really didn't think he'd look like this. For the most part, Jungkook looked harmless. Rough around the edges, maybe, but nothing that screamed anything other than 'edgy teenager'.

He had round, doe like eyes and a full youthful face. Though disguised with bruises and scrapes, no amount of blood could cover up the anxiety that was swimming around in his irises. Yoongi looked to Jimin, then back at Jungkook, taking in the fact that his roommate was in far rougher shape.

His lips turned up into a smile.

Yoongi gave Jungkook a wordless thumbs up, silently acknowledging his victory.

Jungkook couldn't help but return the smile, feeling all of the tension around them disappear for just a moment. Something about Yoongi was immediately trustworthy - maybe that's reason he was the only other person Jimin was close to.

"You can sit in the back." Yoongi finally spoke, Jimin already opening the passenger door and sliding himself into the seat. "Don't bleed on the seats though, please. This is my baby." He patted the side of his car with the arm that was still sticking out the window.

Jungkook heard Jimin make another retort to Yoongi as he crawled in the backseat of the older male's car - immediately being greeted by the smell of cigarettes and mint chewing gum. The interior of Yoongi's car was just as blacked out as the exterior, the only colour coming from the lights of the dashboard or the air freshener dangling from his mirror. It was manual as well, Jungkook watching as the older male jiggled the shift knob back and forth in neutral while Jimin and him had a separate conversation.

He couldn't help but breathe out a shaky sigh, trying not to let himself become too overwhelmed with all of the new situations he kept being thrown into. Jimin noticed the sound though, catching Jungkook's gaze in the rear view mirror and raising his eyebrows.

Jungkook immediately composed himself, not wanting to show anything that could be considered as weakness to the older male.

Something about Jimin was still scary. Yoongi was actually his friend, and so it made sense that he was comfortable with him - Jungkook really had no redeeming qualities to attribute to Jimin, and so the older male still had him on a tight leash.

The brunette wrung his hands, studying that bruises and cuts that now covered his knuckles. He was sure that they hurt, but right now he couldn't even feel the pain first hand. He chalked it up to adrenaline, maybe fear. Most likely a combination of both.

Jungkook gulped, closing his eyes, and only realizing then just how tired he actually was.

What had he gotten himself into?

It was a question that he had been asking himself over and over again since he met Jimin. It was a question he really didn't think he would ever have to answer to.

Whatever he had gotten himself into, was definitely way more than he could handle.

What more was there to do, than fake it until he made it?

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a/n:
nothing like interrogating my car guy boyfriend so that I can write about specific cars accurately
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- Charlie :)