"This would be a lot cooler if you had a car." Namjoon sighed as they boarded the stuffy public bus.

"Well I don't," Yoongi huffed, walking to the back as the vehicle started up, making them wobble. "In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly have parental financial help to afford things that are that expensive."

They took seats in the back corner of the bus, with Yoongi against the window and Namjoon beside him.

"You better not get us kicked out if someone sees that knife in your pants." Yoongi muttered, pulling out his phone. "I don't have money for a cab."

"You know that I have some money, right?" Namjoon raised an eyebrow.

Yoongi faced him. "Then why didn't you say something earlier? We could have taken an Uber and gotten there faster!"

Namjoon smirked. "Because fuck you, I'm not helping you out any more than I'm being blackmailed to."

"Oh whine whine," Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned to look out the window. "Your situation could be a lot worse, you know. I could've turned you in immediately. You could be sitting in an orange jumpsuit in solitary confinement being someone's prison wife right now."

"You're really making it hard to not stab you in front of everyone right now."

"Do it. I have nothing to live for except avenging my parents death."

"Christ, you're so fucking cynical. Seokjin is right- you're really ungrateful. You're not living in a third world country, you're not in debt, you're going to a good college on a great career path, you have an older brother who would do anything for you, and a younger brother who loves you to death. Yeah it sucks your parents died, and it sucks you're not pursuing the job you want. But you have a lot of good things going for you that you just ignore because you think the bad outweighs it all. Would you rather be in Jungkook's place? Mentally stunted? Or Seokjin's? Working two jobs he doesn't like with no life of his own? Or would you rather be your parents and be six feet under?" Namjoon sighed and settled back in the seat, crossing his arms. "I'm just saying, out of all of your family members, you got the best life right now, and you're choosing to only focus on the bad side of it."

Yoongi stared for a few moments, not knowing what to say.

"Just saying." Namjoon closed his eyes, ready to take a nap.

-

He woke up to someone shaking his arm.

"Wake up, we're here." Yoongi was saying, standing up as the bus came to a halt.

Namjoon yawned and stood up, following the line of people off the bus.

They were in a small town that looked a little run down, like not enough people lived here to maintain it.

Yoongi hopped off the last step, landing beside Namjoon. "Okay, I pulled his address up on Google maps, we take a left here and then it's a fifteen minute walk."

Namjoon sighed, following Yoongi as the boy studied his phone screen. "How long is this going to take? I don't think he's going to be very open and forthcoming about what happened."

"It'll take as long as it takes." Yoongi replied. "Come on, pick up your feet."

"I'm still in the clothes you kidnapped me in." Namjoon complained. "It's cold out. You only let me have one waffle. I'm thirsty."

"You could've grabbed a jacket from my house." Yoongi had no sympathy. "And I didn't kidnap you."

"You attacked me and drugged me, took me to a remote shack in the woods and tied me up." Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "That's like the exact definition of kidnapping."

"I just brought you from one place to another without your consent while you were unconscious." Yoongi huffed. "Don't be a baby."

Namjoon trudged along behind him, keeping one hand on the handle of the knife as he glared at Yoongi's back.

Don't kill him, get those envelopes first, he had to keep reminding himself.

They walked in silence for a few minutes, Yoongi distracted with the directions on his phone.

"So what if you're right?" Namjoon asked.

"What do you mean?"

"About your parents. What if they really were murdered and the crash hadn't been an accident. What then?"

Yoongi looked up, his eyes seeing something beyond the scenery. "Then I find out who did it and kill them."

"Wouldn't you rather it be an accident?"

"Would I rather have two kind hearted people who never did anything wrong, who were actual soulmates, who had three sons and loved them with every inch of their hearts, who had such great futures ahead of them get all of that ripped away because the universe conspired to put together a series of events leading them to die and lose everything by a simple accident? Would I rather my parents death mean nothing? Would I rather them die in vain?"

Namjoon nodded. "True, but the alternative is someone hating them enough for whatever reason to go out of their way to kill them. Isn't that worse?"

"No, because my parents were good people. They never did anything to make someone want to kill them."

"How do you know? You were eight."

"I just know." Yoongi growled.

Namjoon shrugged. "If you say so. But if we find out it was just an accident all along, you can't force me to stick around still, chasing a murderer that doesn't exist just because you can't accept the truth. We have a deal."

"It's not an accident." Yoongi looked back down at the phone. "We're almost there."

They walked the rest of the way in silence.

-

Namjoon glanced up at the small house in front of them, whose white paint was peeling and the lawn was dead. "This him?"

Yoongi stared at the house too. "Yeah."

He walked up to the door and hesitated for just a moment, before banging his fist on it a few times.

Namjoon stood beside him, a little tense as they waited for someone to answer.

The door opened and a man looked down at them.

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Yin?" Yoongi asked. "I'm Min Yoongi, I spoke to you the other day about the article? About the accident?"

"Yeah. Come in." The man retreated, and the two boys looked at each other before following inside.

"What paper did you say this was for again?" He asked, opening the fridge and pulling out a drink.

"It's a blog, actually, for our school. I'm writing about car accidents for my driving class and wanted to talk to someone directly involved in an accident." Yoongi lied. "Do you mind if I record this on my phone for review later?"

Yin waved his hand as he took a seat at the table. "Do whatever you want. It's about time someone came to set the record straight."

Namjoon frowned. "What do you mean?"

"You're talking about that night about a decade ago, right?" Yin asked. "The limo crash? Two adults died and there was a kid in the backseat?"

"Yes, it was twelve years ago." Yoongi said.

"Yeah," Yin nodded and sipped his drink. "I saw the newspapers, they all said the same thing, that I ran the red light and got those people killed. It's about damn time someone came to write about the truth. I didn't run no god damn red light. My light was green, and some jackass ran his red light and crashed into me."