Yoongi glances over to Namjoon who is awkwardly standing half in the living room and half still in the hallway. He feels bad that his friend will have to witness the bitterness that has formed between him and his parents but is also curious to see what they have to say.

"You know we wouldn't snuff you out for no reason, right?" Obviously. "What do you want?" He makes sure his responses are curt and harsh. His parents don't seem phased by it though, perhaps they expected the cold reunion. His father clears his throat. "Well... You know that we're growing old now. And... We need an heir to the company."

Yoongi rolls his eyes. "And?" He scoffs. "Let me finish, son." His father says. "Your mother and I have tried for another child but to no prevail. So here we are, asking for your help." His mother smiles. "Yoongi-ah, I know we've had our quarrels in the past but...will you train under us and then take over our company...?" She had never asked Yoongi anything when he was still living with them, all she did was bark orders and expect compliance. Yoongi didn't care that they seemed different now.

"Quarrels? You threw me out of your fucking house!" Yoongi didn't mean to raise his voice. "Yes, but perhaps it was for the best. I mean, look at you now. You've built so much from the ground up! If anything, you should be thanking us."

Like an elastic band being pulled on both sides, Yoongi finally snaps.

"Thanking you? I should be thanking you?! You know what? Fuck you!" The black-haired man cannot control his voice anymore, completely aware but helpless to the way it's rising in volume. "Hyung, calm down." Namjoon tries to step in but Yoongi sees red. "How dare you come into my house after five years of radio silence and then demand I work for you? What, you want me to just leave this life behind?! Get the fuck out of my house!!"

His mother looks down in shame but his father keeps direct eye contact. "Come on dear," he says, grabbing his wife by the arm and propping them both up. "Don't worry, we'll leave." He walks up to the door and opens it wide. "But don't forget my son, we tried doing this the civil way. Don't blame us for what happens next." Slam. The door is shut. They're gone.

An empty threat? Probably. Yoongi sighs before leaning onto the plush back of the sofa. His head begins to hurt. Namjoon rounds the couch before taking a seat next to the elder. Neither of them says anything but Yoongi is thankful for Namjoons presence, Namjoon knows that fact and they sit there in silence until the door opens once more and in walks a tired-looking Jungkook.

-

"Okay, fine! You can have it on your shoulder."

"Thank you!"

"But!"

"Uh-oh..."

"The design has to overlap on your neck a little bit, otherwise you can just hide it all the time!"

"...Fine."

Jimin had lost the bet (damn his uncoordinance) so here they were trying to agree on where to place the tattoo. One thing that they did agree on was the fact that Jimin could get any design he wanted. Because of that Taehyung wanted to decide the placement, he wasn't as cruel as Jimin - although it was tempting to suggest forehead - so they had comprised; half visible, half easily hidden.

Jimin knew what design he wanted immediately.

(His stupid smirk only grows.

"What do you want?" He asks and Jimin thinks for a moment.

"How about a hydrangea?"

"A hydra-what-now?")

-

Three days of uneasy silence had gone by. Yoongi had gone about these days like any other day. Wake up, open the shop, tattoo clients who had booked in advance, have consultations with clients looking to book, fit in clients who hadn't booked and finally close the shop feeling satisfied and tired. However, instead of satisfaction, there lay an uneasy sparkle under the man's skin. He was on edge. that wasn't very surprising. his foot taps against the floor for what seemed like the hundredth time today. Yoongi can tell that the constant and irritating sound irks Jungkook by the way he tongues the inside of his cheek but the purple-haired boy doesn't say anything so the black-haired boy doesn't make any effort to control his anxious habits.

when Jungkook arrived home the day Yoongis parents had paid a visit he was confused to see both his Hyungs sitting on the couch not saying a word to each other. usually, Yoongi was cooped up in his room creating new designs or scrolling through social media and Namjoon was working on his beats on the kitchen island he had made his makeshift workplace (it was the best he could do in their cramped apartment) or he was debating between ordering food or risking burning their kitchen down. when the situation was explained to him, Jungkook also sat down on the couch and they all basked in each other's comforting presence.

Yoongi sighs. he had just finished up with what should be his last client of the day, unless somebody decided to show up unannounced. the rules for getting a tattoo without first booking an appointment is that the design you get must be a preexisting one or a simple word/sentence that is easy to free hand. for custom designs you have to either book online or come in person looking for a consultation. if Yoongi and/or Jungkook are free then the consultation can happen right then and there. if both of them were busy, then the client could sit in the waiting room or come in on a later date - another, less utilised, option would be to have your consultation online during closing hours however people usually like to be face to face so there's less room for error. Yoongi finds that he prefers real life over online anyway so he doesn't mind it.

Jungkook is finalizing the payment with his client over at the front desk and Yoongis sure that she is his last client as well. they have one more hour until closing time and Jungkook, if he has any left, will go into the break room to do his homework. Yoongi stays in the front encase anyone decides to come in. "Hyung," the purplette calls and the elder already knows what he's going to say, "I have some school work so I'm gonna go into the back. call me if there's anyone else, yeah?" Yoongi nods and Jungkook takes his leave. the door shuts soundlessly and Yoongi is alone. He hopes and prays his previous client was actually his last

However, things don't usually work out in Min Yoongi's favour.

He thinks he wants down a whole jar of tattoo ink when he sees somebody silhouetted at the door and that urge multiplies tenfold when he actually sees who it is.

"Surprised to see you here again so soon, petal."