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"Daddy!"

"Yes Yoongi? How was your day?"

"Hm.. me and Seulgi and Luhan hung out. It was awesome!"

His father, Shihyuk, smiled. "Have you found yourself a man yet?"

Bang Shihyuk, step father to Min Yoongi, who's mother died just a few years ago. His biological father died while he was still in the womb, but he was an asshole alcoholic, so no hard feelings. He had known Shihyuk to be his dad since he was a toddler, and in his eyes, this man was his dad. The one who raised him.

He looked up to him, his eyes always shining. This man was Yoongi's role model, even though he knew that he was a mafia boss.

Yoongi shook his head, "No, but im still looking."

"Ah, well, remember he has to come meet me when you find him."

"I'll make sure, daddy! Is anyone coming over today? Can I take part?"

Shihyuk smiled, and shook his head, "No, Yoongi. I've already told you that I don't want you taking part in any mafia business."

Yoongi whined, and stomped his feet. He was a spoilt brat, really(hence why he called Shihyuk daddy, as all brats do). This is the one thing he had always been told no to. He didn't quite grasp the danger in which it really held.

"Don't whine at me like that. I've told you why, and I won't be having you take part in this stuff."

"It cannot be that dangerous!"

"Min Yoongi." He spoke, his voice lowering in seriousness.

"Fine. I'm going out, then." Yoongi spun around, grabbing his hat and sloppily putting it on.

—

Yoongi was grumbling about his dad, walking through town. He was headed to the abandoned construction sites in the slum part of the city. From his house, though, he had to walk through the rich shopping district. Not that he wasn't familiar with it, as he was rich, but he didn't want to deal with people.

He felt bad, in a way, though. It always took him longer to get to his friend groups little hangout spot, since he lives so far away. All his friends lived in the slum part of the city.

He was hurrying, having texted his friends he was on his way. Yoongi ran around a corner, and out into the street to cross it, not looking because usually cars would stop.

The screech of tires sounded, and Yoongi yelped as a car nearly hit him. His shocked and scared expression quickly turned to anger and he slapped the hood of the car.

The backseat passenger door opened, and out

stepped a man who was nearly a head taller than Yoongi. Usually, Yoongi would have been drooling over this man, as his features were quite handsome, but they were currently twisted into anger as well.

"Yo what the fuck, man?! You nearly hit me!" He yelled.

The handsome man curled his lip, "If you weren't being a fucking idiot and running out into a busy street, you wouldn't have to worry about it. Why is a little delinquent like you running in the streets? You belong in a jail cell."

Yoongi nearly shook with anger at those words, "You shut the fuck up, old man! You don't know what you're talking about!"

The man clenched his jaw, having to take a deep breath to cool down. His eyes raked over Yoongi with disdain, before hesitating over his outfit.

"Is that..riskant?"

"What about it?"

"You're wearing my brand.." the man laughed, though it sounded like a scoff, "I'll have to check in with my employees to make sure nothing was stolen. A rat like you doesn't belong in my clothing, or even in this side of the city. Get out of my face before I call the cops." He sneered, before waving him off and getting back in the car.

Yoongi was appalled at the way he was spoken to. A spoilt kid, being called a rat and a thief. How dare he! He quicky got out of the road, however, knowing he was creating traffic. His eyes watched as the car drove away, and he made a face.

He pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to his friends that he would not be going to their hangout spot. He had a new idea.

—

He had managed to follow the car to the man's house. He was glad he was not actually a dirty thief at this point, otherwise it wouldn't have worked. The man lived in his same gated community.

Once he knew where the man lived, he left, making his way to the nearest supermarket, where he can buy what he needed.

The houses in his community were large, but not overly so that his plan wouldn't work.

On his way, he researched the man who yelled at him. 'Ceo of riskant' he typed in.

Kim Taehyung, was the answer. Fashion icon, extremely smart and musically inclined, it said. He had a son around Yoongi's age as well.

Hm.

A few hours later, into the night, where everyone would be asleep, he began.

He had hundreds of dollars of toilet paper. After a whole middle and high school life of experience, he was amazing at TPing houses.

While he was a spoiled brat, he was also an all around delinquent. He hung out with deadbeat friends who barely graduated with a pity diploma. He broke shit with bats when he had nothing to do. He TP'd houses. He was bored. Didn't have a current purpose.

About two and a half cases of paper done, and he was feeling victorious. There were no suspicious sounds or lights from the house. All was going well.

"You should be in your little rat hole at this time of night. We aren't in New York, we're in Seoul."

Yoongi squealed like a little bitch.

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Min Yoongi, 19

Kim Jungkook, 20

Kim Namjoon, 22

Park Jimin, 23

Jung Hoseok, 29

Kim Taehyung, 39

Kim Seokjin, 40