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Blackmailing

Yoongi is tired, every day he is working his butt off, but only getting few payments to live with.

Laying on his couch, his friend, his non-biological brother; Jeon Jungkook, laid by his side, Jungkook always aided Yoongi, but that doesn't change the fact they are both hungry and poor, living in the same apartment, they sometimes fought, but they would always be there for each other. The respect for each other never fades. Jungkook was always there for his Hyung, despite their age gap they're the best of friends.

Yoongi yawns throwing his head back as Jungkook's head rests on his lap. Jungkook plays with the tip of Yoongi's jacket. Without food they would starve to death, their last full meal was two days ago, when they spent Jungkook's check on dinner at the Noodle Restaurant across the street. Their phones both buzz, both receiving a text message, Yoongi groans, fluttering his eyes open, opening his phone to view the message, Jungkook doing the same. Is their friendship strong enough against the problems they were about to face?

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Namjoon, he doesn't really have a roof over his head, more like a metal storage room, which he calls home.

Making his daily cup of green tea, he jumps out of the metal storage room, the gravel crunching beneath him. Walking where his feet take him, he doesn't really have much to do, he ran away from his family five years ago, stealing is his only duty. Namjoon walks towards Taehyung's, his partner in crime's, storage room, throwing the paper cup on the floor once he drank it all. They both live on train tracks. He knocks twice on the sliding door of the storage room, which a few seconds later was slid open by Taehyung. Namjoon smirks as he climbs in, only for his smirk to fall as their phones both buzzed. Looks like the boys will perform another crime soon...

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Jimin, living luxury, but wealth isn't happiness, unless you're a teenage boy who has family problems and the only way to stay distracted is smoking seven grams of weed every day. Again, he is rich, that doesn't change the fact that he is destroying himself bit by bit.

Parting his lips to stick the cigarette between them, he inhales and puffs out rings of smoke. He opens his bedroom window to vent, throwing the cigarette out of it. Jimin's head drops low as he sighs in frustration, painful thoughts swarming his mind, he did attempt cutting himself as a distraction, but it only lasts a second as the pain from the cut washes away. A tear falls from his face as he hears his dad fighting with his mother downstairs, the shouting and curses, his father never payed attention to his son, his mother was struggling with the problems his father brings home, seeing as he smokes and does drugs frequently being locked in his room. Despite the smell of smoke filling the room, he would still feel better if he closed the window and choked on the polluted air, rather than facing his screaming parents. He was an only child and was always alone. Closing the window, he heard his phone buzz from his desk, he slowly walked towards it and picked it up, slowly reading the text message, at least he won't be lonely anymore...

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Hoseok, a pure sunshine, but a total storm when angered or tempered with. He never had friends, everyone told him he was too weird or strange, but that didn't stop him from doing his best to help people.

Walking through the herd of people in a happy state, dodging people who refuse to show a smile as they rush past him. He enters the coffee shop, ordering his favourite cherry blossom Frappuccino. He thanks the lady, walking happily out the shop. When he exits his eyes widen as he sees an old man's groceries falling out of his grip. Hoseok rushes forward, helping the man. The man smiles with a thank you and goes back to his doings, a warmth wraps around Hoseok's heart as he sees the man leaving him. Hoseok makes his way to his usual favourite place, the park. Walking nearer and nearer, finally reaching his usual bench, sipping his Frappuccino happily, glancing at the beautiful sun and the blossoming trees. His phone buzzed in his jacket pocket, sighing happily he took it out and opened the notified text. Hoseok's smile suddenly drops as he finishes reading the text message. How could the sunshine turn so stormy that quick?