"Alright... And we're done."

Jimin had his eyes shut tight for the entire time after the break, but once he hears those faithful words leave Yoongis lips and no longer feels the ceaseless sting of the needle he lets his eyes open slowly, he promptly ignores the moisture that had gathered along his waterline, grateful that no actual tears had been split. The bright lights of the studio are blinding but easy to adjust to. The pinkette looks down at his brand new tattoo, the skin there is wounded and an angry, raw red but the lines are delicate and stunning.

He had seen the design before it was placed upon him, but seeing it now, engraved into his skin, was a completely different feeling. Dynamic vines work to rope together the three large clusters of flower, all whilst stray petals fly away to fill in all the blank space surrounding the area.

Yoongi unwraps some clear plastic wrap that has a pungent smell to it. "This is specialized medical wrap, it'll help the tattooed heal faster and healthier." He then goes ahead, wrapping it around his shoulder and neck. The angle is a bit awkward to deal with and even though the tattoo only covers a small expanse of his neck, all of it is being mummified.

Once the elder is finished, he pulls away and Jimin can breathe again - the closeness was almost too much to handle. (Although the plastic around his throat is also causing some blockage.) Yoongi goes on to explain the aftercare and Jimin takes very extensive notes in his head, not wanting to mess anything up.

"Okay, that should be all you have to do. How's it feeling?" The black-haired man queries. "It feels like the whole right side of my body is on fire." Jimin answers truthfully. Yoongi grins. "Well, that is to be expected. Just wait it out and it should feel better soon." "Got it." Jimin puts his shirt back on carefully, thankful that he had decided to wear a baggy t-shirt. Yoongi's leading him to the desk and he's paying the rest of the payment, already having paid half at the consultation.

They smile at each other from opposite sides of the cash register and for once, it feels genuine. "See you around, then?" The pinkette asks. "I don't think I could avoid you even if I wanted to." So that's a yes. Then Taehyungs ushering him out the door and if Jimin thought the studio was cold, then the outside of the studio felt like the Arctic.

The wind feels like a thousand daggers against his sensitive skin so he hurries to cross the street to enter his own establishment. He still has to work after all. "Now you know how I feel!" Taehyung tells him and Jimin gives him a deadpan look. "You're kidding, right? I made you get three letters, you made me get a whole entire design." "Hey! You're the one who picked out the design, not me!" "Whatever."

Silence falls over them as they both get to work. Taehyungs standing at the front desk ready for any potential customers whilst Jimin is putting aside money to pay monthly rent on not only the store but their apartment too. It's easy to look past the pain when his mind is set on something else but once there is nothing to do, it hurts like hell.

The sun begins to set even earlier than the days before. Winter is practically already here. The younger of the two had just figured out one customer's wedding bouquet and another's funeral bouquet. Taehyung usually leaves early to feed his dog, Yeontan. Dogs aren't allowed in their building but Yeontan is usually quiet and small so he can be easily hidden. Jimin loves the little guy almost as much as his best friend does.

Jimin also sees Yoongi closing up shop past the seemingly endless stream of cars and similar vehicles speeding by. He locks the front door before stuffing the keys in his back pocket. Then he zips up his leather jacket and walks in the opposite direction that the pinkette usually goes.

Once he's completely out of sight, Jimin knows that he should probably be closing in a few minutes as well. He contemplates closing up earlier than usual since it seemed unlikely that he would get any more customers. People only came in this late if they had an order to pick up and Jimin knows that none are booked for today. However, for some untold reason, he feels compelled to stay the entire time just in case.

It seems as though his gut feeling was wrong as the minute and hour hand reach the hour he makes sure he doesn't work past.

-

Yoongi wakes up in a bad mood. Granted, he has already sort of been in a bad mood for the past week and a half. The thought of his fathers (hopefully) empty threat passes through his mind frequently. But this morning his mood seems even worse. He notices that he's more snappy towards his roommates who he is usually very patient with. He also realizes that every small inconvenience triggers deep rage within him for no particular reason.

The truth was that he was scared. Scared that his parents would show up again and remind him of all the shit that they put him through. Yoongi didn't believe they had the power to force him to work for them, though. His father did seem confident but perhaps it was all an illusion. He hopes that's the case, anyway.

They were big-shot business owners who were quickly succumbing to old age. They didn't want to lose out on money though, even in retirement. Yoongi knows that they have more money than they could spend in a thousand lifetimes but is even more certain that none of that money has ever touched a charity, ever. His parents are rich scumbags who couldn't be bothered to share their wealth with their own son, let alone strangers in need.

He thought that the day they threw him away like he was a piece of trash would be the last day that he would have to put up with their bullshit. But then they dared to return like nothing had even happened. Yoongi makes a promise to himself, he promises that no matter what happens, he would never, never give his parents what they want. That was the one and only thing he could do as revenge.

Jungkook has a presentation he has to do this morning but would be back in a couple hours so Yoongis walking to work alone today. The wind seems harsher than usual, and his legs seem to be heavier than usual. The sky is grey and dull, the clouds shield the blue sky and make everything this washed out, empty shade. Yoongi feels himself identifying with it.

He also feels strange about other things in his life. For one, he had told himself that he'd never tattoo a flower ever but found himself doing just that the minute Jimin had asked. First, it began with Hibiscus petals and then morphed into full-blown Hydrangeas.

Oh god, he had even memorized the names of the wretched plants. What had gotten into him?

Another thing he feels confused about that coincidentally also involves Jimin is the fact that their dynamic had changed. Before Yoongi only held pure hot hatred for Jimin but now he finds himself laughing with the guy and participating in banter rather than just arguing. Oddly enough, the change had felt natural and the new feeling wasn't one he was opposed to.

But Park Jimin was the one to make his parents hate him.

He will never be friends with Park Jimin.

He will never like Park Jimin.

Park Jimin will never be anything but the man who stole everything from him.

Min Yoongi hates Park Jimin.

Yoongi questions why he's thinking so deeply about these things right now whilst walking to work. He forces his brain to think of other things but the overwhelming feeling that something is wrong doesn't go away.

-

He wants to laugh. But not out of happiness. Not because he found something funny and not because he found something shocking. He wants to laugh because he was right.

Something was wrong.

And was just so happened to be a neon yellow paper slapped unthoughtfully onto the wooden door of his studio. It was both an eyesore and stuck out like a sore thumb. Bold black lettering popped easily against the blinding background. The two simple words seemed like something ripped straight out of his worst nightmares.

Those two words had the power to end his entire life.

'EVICTION NOTICE!!'