“Sit.” Jin sat where I instructed him to. I sat across from him and we both looked at each other. The room was drowned in an awkward silence.

Jin took in a deep breath and opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it once more. Finally, I gathered enough courage to talk. “I’m sorry.” I finally said. Jin looked up, surprised. “I should not have pushed my anger into you, Hyung. I do not hate you, and I certainly do not blame you for what happened to me.”

“No, you should. It’s my fault.” He countered.

“The only one to blame in this situation is our parents. You left because they were oppressive, I’m not going to blame you for trying to be happy. That wouldn’t be fair of me.”

“It’s not fair of me to have lived happily all these years while you were trapped in some goddamn strip club!” Jin jumped to his feet and rushed over to me, enveloping me into a hug. “I’m so sorry! I had no idea, and if I had I would have come and gotten you right away and—“

“The past is the past, Hyung. You can’t change it.” I whispered, patting him on the back. “So let’s not dwell on it anymore.”

I felt him nod and he slowly pulled away from me. “You won’t go back.” He promised. “You can stay here, live with me. We can be happy...together. W...would you like that?”

“...” I smiled and nodded after a little bit. “I would love that, Hyung, thank you.” He smiled shyly back at me.

“I’m sorry about the painting, too. I didn’t—“

“It’s okay. It’s okay. Again, it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know.” I stood. “But I’m still not apologizing for it.”

“You don’t have to. It wasn’t mine to have in the first place.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders. “It was a beautiful piece though. How long did it take you to make?”

“Four years.” Jin froze.

“W...What?” He drew a blank, I could see it in his eyes. “WHAT!?” He finally screeched. “Four...FOUR YEARS!?”

“Yes, Hyung. There’s no need to shout.”

“H...how...what?”

I laughed quietly. “It’s a little hard to explain. It’s personal for me. But yes, it did take me four years to make. I was planning on giving it to grandmama, but I guess plans changed.”

“I see. I’m—“

“Don’t you dare apologize again, Hyung. There’s no need, you were not in the wrong.” I smiled shyly, then. “I can...make you another one if you want. Since I did practically ruin something special to you. How about it? A painting from the world famous artist V, made just for you?” I wiggled my eyebrows and he giggled.

“If you would, then that would be much appreciated. Thank you.”

“I love you, Hyung.”

“I love you too, Tae.” We walked back into the kitchen, and everyone was there.

“I take it you two talked?” Hoseok asked.

“Yes, yes we did.” I offered. I slid onto the stool right next to him. “Hi, I don’t believe that we’ve been introduced. I’m Taehyung, Jin Hyung’s brother.”

"His brother?" A new voice sounded in the room. I turned to see a pale man walking in, looking like he had just woken up and he was not happy about it. "Are you that annoying little kid he always complained about?"

"Yoongi!" Jin gasped. He rushed over and smacked the man on the back of the head.

"The fuck!? You were the one who complained about the goddamn kid all of the time!"

"You didn't need to tell him that!"

"Well, I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have complained about him all of the goddamn time then!"

"I'm...still here..." I muttered.

"Ignore them." One of the men said. "I'm Jimin. Park Jimin. This is Jungkook."

"Nice to meet you." I said, smiling. They offered some smiles back.

"So you're the one who did that?" Jungkook pointed at the painting on the floor.

"Yeah..." I said sheepishly, blushing a little. "Not my proudest moment."

"I'm surprised Namjoon didn't kill you! It's his favorite thing!"

"I'll make him another one!" I said defensively.

"Do you know who created that? A master! He hasn't made a single piece in five years! And you're just gonna make another one?"

"Well, I made that one." Both men stopped and gaped at me. I smiled once more.

"Question." I turned to Hoseok. "How did you become a world class artist with parents like yours?"

"They didn't know until...two days before my sixteenth birthday. They we're livid. I made a lot of money, you see. Money they didn't get to touch. I was saving up to go to college and get the hell out of there." I sighed and let my head fall onto the counter with a small thud.

"I don't really wanna talk about it. All you need to know is I have family issues and that I'll be staying here for awhile."

"Well, you better be okay with living with a mafia."

"I lived in a strip club for five years."

"Good point."

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I needed a filler, I'm sorry.