Reckless & Relentless | Multiship

Chapter Three

There wasn't a single light left on in the shitty house they lived in. Hell, Jimin could barely even call it a house. It was a tiny, double story house that wasn't even there's. It was long since trashed and abandoned, yet somehow the electricity was still running. The downstairs area consisted of a small kitchen, then a room across from it that only just had enough space to fit a couch covered in tips and tears. Upstairs there were three rooms. However, each of the three were tiny, and seemed even smaller with each of them having to pair up every night on a single mattress.

In the dark, Jimin figured he'd be able to make a home run to his room without waking anyone up, but when the single lamp they had set up in the lounge room flicked on, he jumped. Light illuminated from the small bulb, casting a glow over the figure that stood, unimpressed in the room.

"Yoongi..." Jimin didn't bother with manners. He knew his hyung would not be happy, and being respectful wouldn't change his state of mind.

"Sit," Yoongi pointed to the couch, eyes narrowed.

"But, I–"

"It wasn't a question, Jimin. Sit, before I use force."

Without any other option, Jimin had no choice but to drag himself across the creaking wood and to the dark sofa they had. He plopped down with a sigh, and Yoongi left the room before returning just seconds later.

In his hands was a small box, and Jimin recognised it immediately. His hyung always did this, no matter what time of night, or even morning, it was. Jimin tried as best as he could to disregard Yoongi's help, but the older would never fall into his trap. He was too stubborn.

"Shirt."

Jimin smirked but complied nonetheless. "If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask, hyung. I'm only a foot away."

Yoongi ignored the snarky comment and gathered a bottle of anaesthetic and a roll of bandage.

Under the dim light, his mint hair glowed, and his pale skin seemed golden. He took his bottom lip between his teeth as he tended to the split and purple skin invading the area of Jimin's ribs.

Yoongi was very aware that Jimin had been working out more frequently, and had obviously been fighting a lot more. Unfortunately, no matter how many times Yoongi tried to stop him, the younger would never listen.

"It helps pay for things—like food," He would say. Other times, he'd claim, "Not all of us can get away with stealing clothes."

Yoongi tried to stay quiet after that. He didn't want to argue, especially with Jimin. They were as stubborn as each other in some situations.

When Yoongi pressed a hand to Jimin's side, to see if he had applied everything correctly and to inflict a small amount of pain onto the younger, he let out a loud hiss and cursed under his breath. Peeking up at him through the hair that fell over his eyes, Yoongi pursed his lips. He would've said something, a remark of some sort, but a new presence by the doorway made him think twice.

Taehyung stood there, shirtless and brown hair messy. Where there was Taehyung, there was...

"Hobi!" Jimin gave his other hyung a small smile, which Hoseok hesitantly returned.

"What're you two up for?" Yoongi muttered, throwing the unused scraps of bandages into the box. Just as he grabbed a single steri strip, three other people entered the room.

Jimin reached his arms out, a small smile tugging at his lips as he said, "Jeongguk-ah."

Jeongguk stepped forward and into Jimin's warm embrace. His hair was shaggy from sleep, and the tank top he wore had rips in some parts. The black sweatpants that accompanied it were no better.

"Did you win?" He mumbled into Jimin's neck before pulling away.

Jimin smirked. "Of course I did."

Jin sauntered to where the fighter sat, cautious of the ice cold glare he was receiving from Yoongi. He reached a hand out, beckoning for the cash that Jimin had earned.

"Three hundred thousand."

Silence. The room was engulfed in a blanket of silence, unnerving and chilling. Not one of the seven knew what to say. Each were afraid to say the wrong thing, in fear that it may affect one more than the other. It was Yoongi, who seemed to be the only one who didn't have much difficulty addressing the problem, who sliced through the silence.

"We're screwed."

Jin wanted to glare at him. He wanted to scold him for being so negative and ignorant to the others' feelings, but he couldn't. Not when he knew that he was right in every way possible.

They were screwed. They had been for almost three years. And it wasn't going to change. Three hundred thousand won was a lot, but neither one of them could accept that the only way they could earn that money was by Jimin putting himself in danger.

Jin, who did have two part-time jobs, wanted to try and change everything. He woke up each day wishing he could earn enough tips to have a significant amount of money, but he never did. With little pay hourly and his one of his bosses even lagging him with the payments, Jin had no choice but to live with himself and the jobs.

"We can't..." Yoongi thought about his next words. When they came to him, he shared a look with each of his six friends. "We can't keep living like this. It's bullshit. But..."

Jin shook his head, somewhat angry. "At this rate, we'll be dead before any of us hit twenty seven—you've said that a million times. We've been living like this for a long time now. This is what it is, and what it always will be, Yoongi."

"Not if we do something about it."

"What're you saying?" Namjoon spoke up from behind Taehyung and Hoseok, then stepped into view. He continued, "We can't just change all of this in one night. We haven't been able to for the past three years. We're all sick of this, hyung, but what else can we do?"

"Live!" Yoongi shot up from where he was crouched in front of Jimin. He moved to the front of the lounge room so they could all see him and he could see them. "We've been living off of nothing for three years. We can change it in a night. We can."

"How?" Jeongguk averted his gaze from everyone, setting his tired eyes down to stare at the floor. "How can we... Change it? We've got barely any money, our house isn't even a home, it's a shit-house, and the only way we can make some form of money is from illegal activities."

Though Jin wanted to call the younger out on his language, he let Yoongi speak instead.

"Jin," Yoongi turned his attention to said person, eyes full of determination, "Do you remember the field trip in ninth grade? For ancient history?"

"The one to the museum...?" Jin looked confused, oblivious to how hopeful Yoongi seemed.

"Well, I did my own research on the place before I went there. Turns out there's a tunnel that connects the museum to a bank. They share the same safe, apparently it's customary or it helps prevent robbings—something like that. We could always try to..."

It was more silent than earlier. Instead of being worried about speaking the wrong words, each of them were actually considering Yoongi's proposition.

Much to everyone's surprise, it was Hoseok that voiced his opinion first. And what surprised them even more, was how blunt he was.

"You're frickin' insane."