Jimin folded his arms across his chest, a pout on his plump lips as he continued looking down with a furrow on his eyebrows.

"Don't sulk," The man who was sitting beside him, the one he was in love with said.

"This is you, manipulating...and blackmailing me for your own fucking good! I hate you!"

"I made a deal with you. For both of our benefits. Tit for Tat, remember?"

Jimin scoffed a laugh. "Tit for Tat, yeah? You said you will give me the information about my parents if I come with you? I'm sitting in the car with you, tell me about them!"

Jimin glared at Yoongi, secretly admired how cool he looked while driving. He always looked cool while driving. God, Jimin missed sitting behind him on his Harley, Yoongi's speed being an excuse for him to secure his arms around him...
Yoongi was heading off on the highway, the wind blowing past his hair and so did Jimin's.

But right now, what Yoongi had to tell about his parents was eating him up. What was the story? How did he end up in the Kim mansion? Why did he end up in the Kim mansion? Where had he come from?

All the questions were running through his mind and he wanted answers so badly. He had been wanting them for fifteen years.

The desperation was evident on Jimin's face, he was biting his lower lip so hard in anticipation. And perhaps Yoongi noticed that for he stared at Jimin for a moment before telling,

"They're alive."

Jimin's jaw dropped to the ground, mind having a short circuit and heart stuttering. He expected a long ass story, the past. Something that he could digest. But definitely not this sentence.

Alive?

Jimin's parents were alive? He couldn't believe it. No, no, no... Yoongi was lying. Yoongi was definitely lying.

"But- but t-they were dead. They told me they were dead...they died in a–"

"Car accident. They lied to you, little mob."

Jimin gasped, mouth still hung open as he stared into nothingness.

Taehyung lied...

"How– how do you know...?"

"I'm the new leader, little mob," Yoongi muttered. "I now have the access to whatever top secrets and am not controlled by my big brother."

Yoongi said that with a lace of sadness and heaviness in his voice. His heart always sunk when he thought about his brother. Somehow...he just wanted to hear his brother scolding him once more. Just wanted to see that iconic smirk of his brother when he knew things were going according to him. Or when he'd smile wholeheartedly when he was with Clarice. Just wanted to say...for once, that he appreciated. Appreciated that Jihyun took the time to care. To be a parent and a mentor and handle his chaotic self.

Yoongi inhaled sharply to gather himself up and wipe off his tears secretly to focus on the road. He really had no one now. He did appreciate Hoseok always sticking by him. Jungkook had been a mess as well, for his personal reasons Yoongi didn't feel like invading.

Perhaps he liked Jihyun...?

Yoongi shrugged the thought off, settling it at the very back of his head because he never wanted to think that again.

"Tell me more." Jimin's sentence cut Yoongi's train of thoughts. "Tell me more about them... If they're alive then where are they? What's- what's my last name? How do they look like?"

Yoongi sneered, his smile not completely reaching his eyes but the arrogance was evident.

"Now how am I going to make you stick around if I don't drag this Tit for Tat longer?" Yoongi raised his eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips. "Those are the answers for another time, little mob."

Jimin scowled but didn't say anything. This was all a game for Yoongi. But it wasn't for him. The information was too much to take in. He had a mother...and a father. Like, those real ones. Did they even know if he exists?

There were so many questions roaming in his mind...

"Jimin," Yoongi called, voice a little hesitant. Jimin looked his way, raising an eyebrow in question. Yoongi's eyes shifted hesitantly, he was clutching the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were turning white. "Would you...would you forgive me, like a tiny bit...if I make you meet them?"

Yoongi bit his lip, scared to hear Jimin's response. He sneaked a glance at Jimin, whose eyes were wide in shock.

Oh my god, oh my God he's mad.

"Are you kidding me?!" Jimin shouted loudly, considering that the sound resonated within the small space of the car.

"Sorry, I–" Yoongi stammered. "Sorry, I shouldn't have– I shouldn't have asked that...I know–"

"I'd fucking marry you then and there you idiot!" Jimin yelled in awe. "Will you seriously– can you do that?"

"Well..." Yoongi gave a cheeky smile, "I'd do anything for your forgiveness."

"I never mentioned forgiving you. I just said I'd marry you." He rolled his eyes. Yoongi's heart sunk again, he didn't say anything, driving silently. After a while, Jimin spoke.

"Where are we going?" He asked, looking out of the window.

"Home," Yoongi answered.

Home? Yoongi's home? The one in which he got shot? Jimin panicked, he was afraid all the memories will come rushing back. How he had entered the great hallway, having a gut feeling that it wouldn't go well. That he was entering the lion's den. But also a tingling excitement of being with Yoongi, dancing with him. He trusted Yoongi to protect him. Hoping that maybe...just maybe everything would be fine.

"You'd feel nice there," Yoongi soothed, somehow knowing what was going inside Jimin's head. "There's no danger now. You can hang out with Clarice...I'm sure you'd make good company. Both of you could use some distraction..."

Yoongi bit his lip, he just wanted that house to feel like home for once after Jihyun's death. Each and everything of the house reminded both Yoongi and Clarice of Jihyun. It was so hard. The house felt so empty. There was part of him who hoped Jimin could fill it with new memories. He also wanted Jimin to be happy. What Jimin never had was home, the least he could do his try to make one for him.

"But first," Yoongi chimed after a huge sigh. "We'll go to the doctor and check up on your wound."

*

"The wound was healing fine until now, yes you've been taking less care of it that's evident. But the stitches opened because of moving the arm too much...or did you hit something?" The doctor asked, looking at Jimin through his glasses.

"I..." Jimin trailed off, remembering how hard Yoongi had thrown him to the sofa and it had hit his shoulder from the back. He had also wrestled around a lot, fighting with Yoongi and throwing a gun so hard at him in fury. "Yes, I exerted my arm and it got hit quite a few times in err...hurry."

The doctor hummed. "We'd have to stitch the wound back again. You're fortunate no infection was spread by your lack of concern to it."

The doctor stood up from his chair, "okay, come on up." He said, making Jimin raise his eyebrows in question.

"We gotta stitch the wound, don't we?" The doctor answered.

Jimin widened his eyes. "W-what? N-now?!"

The doctor shrugged. "Why delay? the wound's just gonna get worse."

Jimin gulped but eventually stood up. He was right, it had been paining badly. The doctor guided him to the bed as he climbed onto it, trying to take off his shirt without moving his other arm.

Yoongi stepped in front of him, holding at the hem of Jimin's shirt. Jimin halted his actions by whatever the fuck Yoongi was trying to do.

Yoongi looked up at the wide eyes of Jimin.

"What? You looked like you needed help." He tried to say with as much nonchalance as he could muster, pulling up Jimin's shirt, careful not to move the younger's arm and hurt him. When he was trying to get it out, his face was closer to Jimin's side. So took the chance to whisper a sorry in Jimin's ear before drawing back.

He felt so guilty. Jimin had to go through so much because of him over and over again. He knew Jimin's stitches opened because of him being nonchalantly harsh, not knowing he was the one at fault.

He stayed outside as the curtains closed and the doctor treated Jimin's wound, waiting for perhaps half an hour until the doctor was finally out, the curtains open and Jimin lying on the bed. Yoongi went closer, standing beside the younger. He could see the trails of tears Jimin had perhaps just wiped, his lips pressed tightly to not let out any sound of pain. Yoongi had heard it slip past Jimin's allowance once or twice.

He caressed Jimin's cheek lightly, a feather touch. But Jimin forcibly didn't make any eye contact with Yoongi. Each time his wound ached, he was reminded of the moment where Jimin knew Yoongi wasn't there to save him from all the gunshots raining on him. It was a matter of seconds when Yoongi had raised his gun and shot him. Jimin had fallen on the floor, just taking in what had Yoongi done. He felt so betrayed.

"You can sit up now." The doctor informed, jotting down something on the inscription paper. Jimin tried sitting up himself but soon a hand was reaching out to him, basically lifting him up so that Jimin had to put no effort.

"Rest up, Jimin. For real this time. Strict rest, okay?" The doctor said, smiling kindly and handing the paper to Yoongi. Jimin nodded, getting off the bed and getting his t-shirt which Yoongi practically snatched from the younger before helping wear it.

Jimin flushed, why did Yoongi have to do all such things in front of a doctor?! But for Yoongi it was only Jimin that mattered.