"Yoongi, you won't fucking believe it!"

"Spit it out."

"Our company just made their own type of Alexa!"

"Original, wow..." Yoongi took his fist to his face and rubbed his eyes. "You woke me up for this, Joon?"

"Sorry, you aren't here..."

Since the company had the break in, Yoongi was too anxious to go to work; well really all of them were. Taehyung didn't go to work for tow days before he went back in, claiming too much work had to be done. Namjoon waited a good five days until he grew bored at home and went back in. Yoongi was the only one that was still struggling with even thinking of getting near the building, so it had been eight days since then.

"What do they plan on calling it?" The freshly dyed blue hair bounced as Yoongi got off his bed.

"ARMY." He giggled onto the phone. "It's really cute. It stands for Assistant Ready, Made for You."

Yoongi frowned as he went into his bathroom, putting the phone in speaker as he readied himself to rush his teeth. "Why isn't it called ARMFY?"

"Because it isn't as cute... I'd drop one off at your house but you have to sign in to get one..."

The sleepy boy spoke with toothpaste in his mouth. "They 'iving 'em fo' free?"

Namjoon laughed as he heard the boy spit out what he assumed was water or something. "Yup! For the Testing department at least, so we get o try them out. You should at least drop by and get one. I think Minhyuk would let you test it at home."

Yoongi stared at the phone, not wanting to admit he was scared of going back. "I'll drop by at some point. With the paid leave, I'm getting some house work done."

"Hyung, it's been a week. I know it's nerve racking bu—"

"Look Joon, I get the concern. I just..." Yoongi looked in the mirror, noticing the eye bags that dragged down to the top of his cheeks. "I need rest."

"Alright. Is it okay if I drop by when I get off?"

"Sure thing."

The older looked at his phone after hanging up. He thought of maybe telling the others about his anxiety. He was feeling more comfortable about it but it seemed weird to think about telling them. What if Namjoon thought it was weird? What if Taehyung didn't think he was reliable anymore? Maybe Seokjin would think he was weak.

Thinking of that made him anxious, but even more anxiety inducing was how quiet it had been for all eight days.

Where was Jimin?

Yoongi slid on his slippers and decided to go outside, to check on his neighbor. He walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. No response. He rang the doorbell again before turning to the driveway. His car wasn't there, but his garage door was closed, so maybe he was there. Then, he proceeded to knock on the door.

"Jimin-ah. Wake up!"

He then heard familiar laughter from his left. He turned to Mrs Park snickering as she watered her flowers. "Jimin isn't there, Yoongi."

Yoongi frowned as he looked at the door, going down to Mrs Park. "Where is he?"

Mrs Park took her water hose towards Jimin's flower pots that sat by the porch. "He said he'd be gone for a few days to stay with his parents and asked if I could water his dahlias." She nodded to herself as she finished wearing the pots. "He should be back today... I think."

Yoongi sighed, feeling sorry that he couldn't see Jimin. "The break in maybe got to him more than I thought."

"What break in?" She looked at Jimin's house and became worried as she then turned to Yoongi. "Did someone break in Jimin's house?"

"Oh no, my company had two shooters break in and Jimin was there dropping me off some stuff." Yoongi then looked down at his shoes. "If I hadn't dropped my drive, he wouldn't have been there."

"Things occur for a reason, now don't they?" Mrs Park patted his back before heading back to her flowers. "I suppose you both were there for each other and grew closer to each other. Was anyone hurt?"

Yoongi shook his head as he thought of the statement released to the media. "Just some money stolen."

"Then... nothing too bad happened, right?"

The boy shook his head, pointing at his head. "Left some trauma, that's pretty bad."

"Because you are thinking of what could have happened." The woman looked at Yoongi, pity in her eyes because she truly felt bad for the broken looking boy. "Did they hold you hostage?"

"No."

"Did they get close to you?"

"Well, they banged on the doors of our wing." Yoongi thought about it, then shook his head yet again. "But no..."

"You aren't physically hurt, right?"

"Right..."

Mrs Park smiled and pointed at the boy. "You are a strong, young man. Break ins occur everywhere. If everyone that were part of them let themselves be mentally damaged, don't you think, things would be a bit different?"

The boy thought about it and slowly nodded. "I guess so."

"Oh, seems Jimin came back."

Yoongi turned as Jimin's car drove into his driveway, but no alone. The car's motor stopped as Jimin, a man, a woman, and another boy got off the car.

"Yoongi."

Yoongi smiled as he walked up the boy. "Hey Jimin. Mrs Park just told me you left for your parents."

Jimin looked uncomfortable, weirdly enough, he wasn't smiling and his hands didn't move as he spoke. He wore no make up, and multiple layers of clothing which wasn't so abnormal, except it was 80 degrees outside. "Um, yeah I did. I needed a break." He turned to his parents before introducing them. "These are my parents and this is my brother."

Mister Park extended his hand as he smiled. "Nice to meet you and you are?"

Yoongi swallowed as he grabbed onto his hand, a tight and form grip around his frail hand. "Min Yoongi." He noticed the look Jimin's mother gave him, filled with judgement and a weird hint of disgust to it.

"Park Jihyun." Jimin's brother smiled as he shook his hands with Yoongi. "I didn't know Jimin had other friends outside of dance."

Before Yoongi could respond, Jimin shook his head as e hugged the bag he held. "Yoongi is just my neighbor."

Yoongi frowned and the new Mrs Park noticed the look, so she decided to comment on it. "That's rather rude to say Jimin." The blue haired boy noticed how Jimin tensed up at the call of his own name. "He seems like a fine young man to be friends with."

Jimin momentarily looked up at the boy before him, and Yoongi just knew something was off. His eyes begged for help, his lip hung low, and his whole face jus screamed tired. Yoongi laughed as he shook his head. "I'm just his neighbor, really. Jimin seems to be a busy man."

Jimin's mother rolled her eyes as he grabbed the bag from her son's hands rather roughly. "Man he is not." She then went up the porch and pointed at the door. "Come on Jimin, your family has stood outside for too long now."

Jihyun smiled at Yoongi, waving at him as he followed his father and Jimin up his door.

The blond boy opened his door and held it open for his family. He quickly turned to look at Yoongi and he pointed at his pocket, where his phone peaked to view. Yoongi simply nodded as he then walked back inside his own home.

What the hell had just happened?

He sat down and waited for a text or a call from Jimin, but instead he watched his phone for an hour straight. The concerned boy looked towards his covered windows. "Where are you Jimin?"

Startling him, he heard knocking, yet it wasn't from his door. Instead, it was from a window. He followed the noise to his room, where his window was being knocked on. He couldn't see a shadow as he owned blackout curtains.

"Hyung, let me in."

Yoongi pulled back the curtains to Jimin. "What the..." He opened his window and the boy quickly rolled his way inside, dropping to the floor as Yoongi closed the window and drew back the curtains. "Jimin, what happened? Why didn't you just knock on my door?"

The boy shook his head as he dusted himself, standing up in front of his friend. "I couldn't, my mom would see me."

"Your mom?"

Jimin looked around the room, surprised that compared to his living room and kitchen, which were all grey and brown tones, this had pastel blues. "Nice room."

"Jimin." Yoongi made the boy look at him as he grabbed him by the shoulder. "What's wrong?"

The boy sighed as he sat on the edge of Yoongi's bed. "Um... Me and my parents have a really weird relationship. They're very strict and super hard on me." He ran his hand through his hair as he then looked up at his friend. "I went to visit them because they asked me to. They saw me on the news and they thought I had changed jobs."

"Wait... they called you because of your job? Not you?" And as Jimin nodded, his face fell and he sat next to his friend.

"Yeah, they aren't like normal parents." Jimin cleared his throat, twiddling his fingers nervously. "I know it may sound weird but, could you please keep your distance while they stay here?"

Yoongi frowned, trying his best to not show how angry that question actually made him. "Why?"

"Well not only do they wish I stay focused on work and keep to myself," He turned to Yoongi and smiled. "I don't want them to bother you. They tend to scare away my friends and I don't want you to leave cause of my parents."

Yoongi's anger faded as he chuckled. "I don't think they can scare me more than you do."

Jimin looked down at his hands. "You don't know them like I do."

The older was thinking of how to comfort his friend when the doorbell went off. Yoongi looked down at his watch. It couldn't be Namjoon, he didn't get off until another hour.

"Stay here." Jimin watched as Yoongi went out his room, closing the door slightly behind him.

He opened the door, quickly being surprised at his visitor. "Mrs Park!" He loudly stated so Jimin knew who it was. "Nice to see you again."

But before Jimin came out, he heard it wasn't his elderly neighbor. "Hello again Mister Min. Is it okay if I come in? I want to have a word with you."

Yoongi gulped as he opened the door for his friend's mother and watched as she looked around the house.

The woman nodded, impressed with how organized and clean it was. "I apologize for earlier... My son has no manners at times."

Yoongi cleared his throat, calming his annoyance as he thought she'd be apologizing for her own behavior. "It's quite alright. I often annoy Jimin asking for... missing ingredients and such things an annoying neighbor does."

"No, he's like that with many people." Mrs Park turned to Yoongi and sighed. "Well, there's no point in wasting time. I wanted to talk to you about befriending my son."

Yoongi frowned as he walked towards his couch, thinking to himself if he should sit or not. "I don't understand why you'd want that. Jimin is very focused on his work, I wouldn't want to bother him or overstep boundaries as a neighbor."

"As much as I'd like for him to stay focused on his work," She sighed as she placed her hands together. "Jihyun is doing well at work. Jimin could loosen up a bit. He's a bit too uptight compared to his brother."

Oh. The boy understood now. Favoritism. It hurt him to understand though, because at some point, his parents compared him to his own brother. Yet Jimin was way better than Yoongi, so he thought. He bought a house already while Yoongi inherited his own.

"You should join us for dinner tomorrow night." The woman smiled as the made way back to the front door, to which Yoongi quickly went to open the door for her. "I think Jimin would benefit from having a friend outside from work."

Yoongi bowed as she then stood outside his door. "I'll see to it that I'm free."

After watching her leave, her heels clicking on the pavement, he closed the door.

Jimin came out of his room, looking over to make sure the windows were covered but, obviously they were as this was Yoongi's house and the light bothered him. "I guess... don't keep your distance."

"Jimin-ah," Yoongi's eyes softened as he grabbed onto Jimin's hand, even more concerned. "What's going on? I get you parents being strict but them making friends for you... Isn't that for when you are a child?"

The blond sighed as he sat on the couch of his friend's living room. "I don't know, seriously. Up until now, they haven't given two craps about what friends I have or not." He pouted and huffed out his frustration. "Just... don't act too familiar tomorrow."

"I'll try." Jimin then pointed at his room. "I should get going."

"Are you seriously gonna go out the window again?"

"Yup."