(Jungkook's POV)

I handed Jimin his slushy, as he smiled happily.

"You made me skip school, buy you a slushy, and still haven't told me anything." I whined as he rolled his eyes at me. "What is it?"

Jimin put his drink down, crossing his arms as he scooted up in his chair. What could be so bad? A hundred possibilities ran through my mind while I tried to ignore the fact that Jimin knew which school I went to which was sort of creepy.

"Taehyung didn't become a stripper because of whatever reason he probably told you. It's because he couldn't get any other job-"

"Jimin-"

"Because Taehyung...has a criminal history, and it isn't a short one."

(Taehyung's POV)

"Please, have sex with me."

"I can't do that, and you know that."

"But...just this one last time, please."

Woah woah, I don't want to see all that. I changed the channel, landing on some 'not really reality' reality tv show. Just as I put down the remote, the doorbell rang.

Who could that be? I got up and made my way to the door. Right when I opened it the blue haired male rushed in, not even giving me time to process his entrance.

"Taehyung I need you to do one more job for me." Yoongi spoke, looking me in the eye as I gulped.

"No Yoongi, I told you I was done with that. Years ago."

"I know, I really do, but this is an emergency." He moved towards me till he was just a step away. "Please, remember how it used to be-"

"I don't want to remember! I've been trying to forget for years now!" I shouted, taking a step back as I felt tears brimming at my eyes. "You took advantage of me! The fact that I didn't have a family...you took advantage of that."

"I know." Yoongi whispered, taking a step forward. "And you know I wouldn't ask unless 100% necessary." He took my hand in his, his thumb running soft circles over my skin. "Just one more, I promise."

But that's what he said 4 years ago too.

(4 years ago)

"You can do this for me right?" He pressed his forehead to mine, his calmness opposite of what I'm feeling.

"Y-yes." My voice wobbled as I felt the tears stinging my eyes. His hands grazed my neck, his thumb running over my jaw.

"Good boy, I know you can do this." He pressed a soft kiss to my lips before separating, his hand squeezing mine reassuringly. "Just one more, I promise."

Yoongi's eyes analyzed me, he could feel my anxiety, he knew...he always knew.

"I love you." He always said that before a job. Always when he wanted me to do something. Testify for him, lie for him, sell for him, steal for him, everything...for him.

And I think I know he's manipulating me. But, I crave the appreciation and approval he would give me when I'd do something right. I needed the love he gave, even if it wasn't real, because if he didn't care for me...love me, then who would?

So instead of saying no, or I can't. I said,

"I love you too." I smiled softly, and followed behind him into the warehouse.

(Present day, Hoseok POV)

"This is good tea." I spoke to myself as I sipped the hot drink.

Since Jungkook left with that Jimin guy I figured I'd skip school. But now, what to do? Maybe go to the gym? Nah! Maybe movie? No there's a guard there who seems to specifically look for kids who're skipping. Which since it's barely nine, it'll be obvious that I am.

Maybe Yoongi's free.

I pulled out my phone and clicked on his contact number but it went straight to voicemail. Huh. Okay plan B, binge watch some Netflix series.

Me: what should I watch on Netflix?

Namjoon: heard the new Orange is the new Black season came out

Me: yes! Okay

I blew on the hot ramen in hopes of cooling it down as I got comfortable on the couch.

Namjoon: if you were gonna skip, you should've invited me

Me: like you would've come, teachers pet

Namjoon: Shut up, I care about my education, that's all

Me: yeah whatever.😂

I set my phone down, about to turn on the TV when I heard my doorbell. I groaned, getting up from my comfortable spot and making my way to the door.

"Hello?" I opened the door, an unfamiliar person in front of me. My first thought was he was trying to sell me something but he was dressed in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, his ear piercings also threw me off a bit.

"You're Hoseok?"

"Yeah..." I stood alert, not knowing who this was or his purpose for being here.

"I don't really know how to word this but,

Your boyfriend was shot."