The next morning when Yoongi came downstairs from his room after another night of missing Jimin and consoling himself by remembering that the lad was right in this house and safe and with talking terms with him. Jimin had not killed his brother... Then who had?

It should have been one of the guards, he was sure. But was Jihyun attacked by one of the blind shots or was it intentional? Was it Taehyung or someone else who killed his brother?

He couldn't rest in peace with those kind of thoughts clouding his head.

The fact that he couldn't trust any of the people residing in his house, who had vowed to protect this estate, the guards, the daily house chore workers, was mind chilling. The innocents were doing nothing but hiding the imposter between them. So he had sent them home, of course, apart from a few very trustworthy ones.

He got downstairs and saw Jimin and Clarice squished into one chair plushy chair. He distinctly heard their topic of conversation that was something about 'the Min brothers and their iconic smirk' while he passed by them. Jimin and Clarice seemed to bond well.

His and Jimin's eyes contacted, and he gave the iconic smirk the two were talking about as he casually made his way to the kitchen.

"I'll go see him." Jimin told Clarice before getting up from the couch and following his trail after Yoongi to end up in the kitchen.

Jimin leaned his shoulder onto the doorframe of the kitchen as he watched Yoongi with breathtakingly puffy platinum hair, that were now starting to fade from the roots. The elder was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his broad chest in the way that made Jimin's mouth dry.

He saw him fetch a kettle from the drawers and pour water into it before keeping it on the gas stove.

"Doesn't the prince have like a hundred chefs to cook him food?" Jimin teased, a fit of giggles leaving his mouth.

Yoongi turned around to face him, a look of surprise on his face before it turned into a grin.

"Good morning to you too."

Jimin stepped into the kitchen as he saw Yoongi approaching him with lazy steps. He pressed the small of his back on the edge of the kitchen counter as Yoongi stood in front of him.

"Where are your workers? The house is empty." Jimin asked again, one thing that was inevitably noticeable. Back at Jimin's home, there were body guards standing at every two meter distance so it was impassible that other estates would have the same kind of security and alertness for any threat in their estates.

He saw as Yoongi slowly lowered down his head, expressions unreadable. "I don't trust them." He muttered. "If not you then someone killed my brother and they are one of the people who work here."

"Oh..." Jimin said, not really knowing how to react. He was sensitive to this topic, he wasn't over it. If he'd be over Yoongi shooting him, he'd clearly be sick beyond cure to forgive someone who shot him. But he wouldn't try to guilt trip the elder as well because he didn't want to cut deeper into an already bleeding wound.

"Did you have a good sleep?" Yoongi asked, changing the subject.

Jimin remembered the trails of tears on Clarice's cheeks just after they had lied down on the bed. She said that it had been a while since someone had slept beside her. The last person who had slept beside her like this was Jihyun.

Jimin had wiped the tears off her cheeks with his fingers, soothing her with words he didn't exactly believe in. But they worked and that was all that mattered.

"No, not really." He finally answered.

"Why?"

"Doesn't matter."

He tried to smile to reassure Yoongi but he didn't know he failed or passed. Yoongi's hands lightly grazed his waist before fastening his grip around Jimin and picking him up, making him sit on the countertop of the kitchen. Jimin gasped lightly at the action.

From here he could look down upon the beauty that was Min Yoongi. His morning face was always puffy and lips pouty, always made Jimin's heart weak to let go of him at the initial stages of their relationship. When he couldn't exactly explain or accept the way he was feeling for Yoongi.

He traced his fingers over the soft grey locks of the elder, stroking them lightly as he contemplated between words to speak.

"I..." He bit his lower lip anxiously. Why was he being close to Yoongi? He should be angry, Yoongi had caused him physical pain and trauma even while not being with him over the past few months. 

"I never lied to you, Yoongi. About anything."

He said, referring to the blames the elder had put on him, about lying to him about love and manipulating him. The irony was, Jimin thought the same when Yoongi shot him.

"Neither did I." The elder replied.

Jimin inhaled sharply, his heart ablaze once again.

"You know I can't forgive you, right?"

"You're killing me."

Jimin drew back from Yoongi's face, a hint of sadness curling on his lips. He felt distant from the elder, despite the fact that Yoongi was trying. He appreciated that, he just wasn't that much of a stooped low person that he would forgive a person who tried to kill him. Yoongi or not. His dignity was his to decide. That was the only moral he had ever been taught at the Kim mansion.

Yoongi accepted his defeat and stepped back from where he was enveloped between Jimin's thighs. He took Jimin's hands that were resting on his sides and gently kissed his knuckles.

"Okay. I deserve it."

Yoongi whispered and deep down Jimin knew that he didn't deserve it. Yes, he was angry at Yoongi for shooting him and causing him pain. But Yoongi didn't deserve for his brother to die and be loaded with the whole estate on his shoulder with a pregnant woman to console while he was grieving himself.

At least Yoongi deserved someone to be by his side and Jimin hated the fact that he couldn't do it.

"I'll...uh...go back to Clarice."

Yoongi nodded at Jimin and the younger saw how he gulped down his words and looked away.

Later that afternoon, Jimin remembered what he was actually here for. His parents were alive and out there, and Yoongi was going to provide him with information to find them.

With the desperation and curiosity suddenly surging through him, he sprinted accross the hallways to find Yoongi who was just about to go to his room.

"Hey!" Jimin yelled as he came to a halt in front of the elder, panting because the castle was too big and he almost got lost.

Yoongi frowned, humming in question.

"My parents." Jimin said once he had catched his breath. "Tell me more about them."

Yoongi tilted his head to the side.

"And what will I get in return?"

Jimin furrowed his eyebrows before it hit him. Right. His stupid quid pro quo. He sighed in defeat.

"I don't have anything to give to you." He muttered, a scowl on his face.

"You do." Yoongi answered, his lips stretching into a smirk which he was trying to hold back.

"What?"

"I want a hug."

"Huh?!"

"A hug. Give me a hug and I'll give you an information."

Jimin cheeks heated up, looking at Yoongi with 'are you fucking serious?' stare. But when Yoongi's expressions didn't change, he knew he meant it.

Well a hug wouldn't hurt, right?

Moreover, he would be getting to know more about his parents. So he gave in, stepping closer and pressing himself in the warm hoodie the elder was wearing.

He face buried in the elder's chest and he could smell his scent now. He wasn't wearing a cologne. There was a hint of soap and just... Yoongi. And it was overwhelming, being pressed against Yoongi was borderline emotional for Jimin.

He exhaled heavily as Yoongi happily wrapped his arms around the younger's shoulders, hugging him tighter.

"Little mob..." Yoongi whispered above his head in pure satisfaction.

Jimin flushed deeper and finally detached himself from the elder, face almost red and a cute pout on his lips. He smacked Yoongi's chest when the elder dared to laugh.

"Now tell me."

Yoongi cleared his throat, his gummy smile adorning his face again because of how extravagantly happy Jimin have left him just by a hug.

"I can't guarantee it, but according to my recourses I think that they should know that you're alive. I'm working on gathering more information so I can find them, I might need that bastard friend of yours."

"Who? Taehyung?"

Yoongi nodded. "And I also know your last name."

"What is it?!" Jimin asked curiously, jumping on his toes.

"That's for another time, little mob. I wanna steal as many hugs from you as I can."