"Taehyung, can I speak to you?" Namjoon asked.

He stopped playing his piano and nodded. Namjoon sat on the stool next to him trying to think of a way to say it.

He had just spoken to Jungkook about it and it absolutely broke his heart to pieces. Jungkook was so sad.

It was beyond heartbreaking to see his reaction.

"I need to tell you something."

Taehyung prepared for the worst. Every time he heard that line something bad was about to be said.

The sudden flashback of two years ago came to mind. He remembered what he was wearing, what Namjoon was wearing, hell even what his parents were wearing.

He remembered the anxiety he felt as he sat on the wheelchair waiting for the doctor to read the report.

He also remembered the deep sadness he felt when the doctor did read the report. Nothing had showed up.

It wasn't explained.

There was no explanation for what had happened to him. Nothing that indicated what triggered it or what caused it.

He was left a wondering mess. Until this day he kept wondering about it. That was one of the worst feelings. To always be in doubt.

Namjoon looked down at his lap pinching the bridge of his nose. "Taehyung..." His voice trailed off unable to continue.

"What is it?" He whispered nibbling the bottom of his lip.

"Jungkook is going to have to leave."

"What? Why?" He asked concerned. Of course he was still hurt at what had happened but he didn't want him gone.

"When I designed him it wasn't necessarily for me or for you to keep. He doesn't belong to me even though I made him. When my six months are done his mind will be erased and he will go back to the company."

Taehyung gulped and looked down at his lap. His heart sunk to his stomach. "Why...why can't you...buy him or something?" He asked.

"Even if I wanted to I can't. He will be part of research for newer models. Being with an operating system is normal in our society. Scientist are going to want to develop newer models. Ours happened to be the first. That's why we have six months to fix any glitches or problems."

Taehyung breathed softly. His mouth started watering and he kept swallowing to prevent the tsunami of tears from erupting.

"I'm sorry Tae. I should've told you from the start. I just wanted to make you happy. I haven't seen you like that in years. I'm sorry I'm hurting you now."

Taehyung looked at him reaching over to hold his hand. Namjoon closed his eyes resting his head against his shoulder.

It felt like they hadn't touched or connected in so long. He had missed this. He missed his best friend and companion.

And so they sat in silence holding each other's hands. Taehyung couldn't deny that although he was hurting he hadn't felt so complete in months.

That's because his brother was there hurting with him too.

•••

"What's this?" Jimin wondered. He looked at the newspaper which had a bunch of words circled.

Yoongi quickly snatched the paper away. "Stop being nosy. Now go sit down in the bathroom."

"You left it out here for me to see but I'm the nosy one? Okay." He told rolling his eyes and heading to where he was told.

He sat down on the chair that Yoongi had covered up with plastic. There was also plastic at the bottom of the chair and around the sink.

"Is all of this really necessary?"

"Yes. Do you really believe my clumsy ass won't get this dye everywhere?" Yoongi asked slightly offended that he doubted his messiness.

"You're right. I take it back." He said.

Yoongi took out a barbers cape and out it on him. Jimin grinned excited, "Woah! It's like the movies Yoongi!"

He laughed, "Yes. Just like the movies."

"Where'd you get this?"

"To be honest I have no clue. Found it in the back of my closet. Who the fuck knows. Maybe I purchased it while being wasted. Or I probably stole it from Jin."

"Jin seems like a cape dude. It was most likely from him."

Yoongi chuckled nodding his head, "I completely agree. Now are you sure about this?"

"Yes. It's only hair."

"Uhhh...no. It's very important. What if it looks bad?"

"You will do fine. Now do it you ballsack."

Yoongi rolled his eyes taking out the hair dye from the box. "Why pitch black?"

"Why not?"

"I don't know. It's really hard to get rid of it after you dye it this color." He said scrunching his nose at the smell. It was awful.

To the point it burned the hairs inside his nose. "Black reminds me of you. You painted your room yellow now it's my turn."

Yoongi smiled putting the container down. "You can be sweet sometimes."

"I can say the same about you."

"Hush up. Alright. Here we go. It's going to itch like a mother fucker."

"I know. I've dyed my own hair before remember?"

"Right. Yes. Still though you're never ready for that type of itch." He said getting shivers down his spine.

"Calm down. It's not that bad. I just don't think about it and it goes away."

"I'm not as strong as you. I'm a weak bitch." He laughed dipping the hair brush into the dye and then on his hair.

Jimin kept staring at him through the mirror. He was so cute. Precious. "You're so handsome." He randomly blurted.

Yoongi flinched sliding the brush towards his eyes. "Oh my fuck! I'm so sorry!" He screamed horrified.

"Ow! Crap! Ow!" Jimin said getting up. No, he wasn't going to lose his eye or anything. That didn't mean it didn't hurt like a mother fucker.

"Oh my gosh. Hold on get over here." He said pulling him to the sink. He opened up the water and let it run on his eye.

"Ouch! It burns." He said with a pout.

"I'm so sorry Jimin. Your comment caught me by surprise. Does it at least feel any better?" He asked concerned and embarrassed.

How do you tell someone your eye felt like it was being rubbed against sand paper without making them feel bad?

"Yeah."

"I think the dye is gone. Try opening it up." He suggested. Jimin straightened up a bit and attempted to open his eye. It still burned and his sight was blurry.

Once his vision adjusted he realized the position they were in. He was leaning over the sink and Yoongi was right behind him.

He felt his face get red and soon Yoongi also noted this. He stepped back and cleared his throat.

"How-how does your eye feel?"

"Better. You can continue. I will stay quiet now." He said responded taking a seat.

"Oh man. I really do apologize. I promise to be more careful now."

Minutes later he was done. He rested against the wall and sighed. "So this will take about twenty minutes or whatever."

"Right. I want three snapping turtles."

"Jimin we've talked about this before. Snapping turtles are not pets."

"Can you at least take me to see one?"

Yoongi's mood immediately changed. He nodded sadly. Jimin noted his facial expression and turned to face him.

"What's the matter?"

"It just feels like...I don't know." We're slowly saying goodbye.

"It'll he okay. Trust me."

"Okay," he said with a shaky breath. "Let me set the timer." He added changing the topic.

Twenty minutes later the timer went off. "Let's wash it off in the tub to have more space." Yoongi said. Jimin got up and went to the bathtub.

Before rinsing it off Yoongi made sure that the water was warm. Then he slowly washed it off. He even forgot to put on gloves and he knew his hands would be stained but he didn't care.

"There all done." He told putting a clean towel over his head. Jimin went back to the chair and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Wow. Looks good."

Yoongi agreed, "It really does." He commented as he continued to dry his hair. "All done."

"Thank you." He said standing up.

"We didn't make a mess. Told you the plastic would help." Yoongi said with a smile.

"You were so right. You deserve a spoonful of mayonnaise."

"Eww. Gross. No I'm good."

"You're missing out. Come on let's clean this plastic up."

They began to do so. After they rolled it up they put it in a trash bag. "I need to go change. My shirt is a bit wet." Jimin told when they were done.

Yoongi nodded slowly. Jimin looked so breathtaking at the moment. His hair was all over his face and his skin against that black hair color was mesmerizing.

"Jimin?"

"Hmm?"

Yoongi stepped closer to him. The sudden change in mood was striking. The tension between them both was undeniable.

"Is it normal to want to kiss your friend?"

Jimin held his breath for a brief second. The urge to close the space between them was so strong he moved closer without realizing.

"I don't know Yoongi. Is it?" He wondered.

"Can I kiss you?"

Jimin nodded eagerly pulling him closer. He had missed having him this close. He could feel and hear Yoongi's heart beating out of his chest.

"I thought you'd never ask."