Laundromat Machine

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It probably was way past anyone's bed time, Jungkook and Yoongi already asleep and Seokjin was taking care of Jungkook's shirts.

A wash saloon was really a whole new thing to him, the son of two open minded parents that had a salary that allowed them to own a laundromat machine within their home.

But there he was washing shirts, and eventually leaving with a sack filled with dried clothes to put in his car.

He was ready to pull out his keys when he noticed the sound of a (dose) rolling along his path infront of his feet.

There was somebody in the alley.

,,Going back to your orgins, I see."

It all had started with a simple grafiti. When Yoongi had been innocent enough, Namjoon was busy getting in trouble. He had been always the older but he was still shameless enough to return to the place where he had started it all.

,,I never Intended anything in life. I just let it happen. That is the fun about life, isn't it?"

Namjoon was facing Seokjin.

After so many years the males were facing each other once again.

Seokjin couldn't do more but sigh at the olders act.

It was really just pathetic to see him like that, and to what he had developed.

Seokjin had infact known Namjoon for decades already. He and Jungkook didn't live in the kind of part where Namjoon and Yoongi lived, however Seokjin remebered it just too well when he first met the other male.

And how he ruined Taehyung.

Kim Taehuyng, or more like Seokjin's younger brother, had never been really interested in anything Seokjin liked.

While Seokjin was busy playing attention to Jungkook and staying inside with him Taehyung was barely at home, mostly outside. The only time he could be found was in the night, in his bed, at least if he wasn't sleeping outside in the garden.

Taehyung desired adventures, but he was really independant. Everyday he was discovering the world on his own.

He was often being pushed around due to his small size or his kind of feminin attire, that kind of faded away as he grew up. Nowadays, Taehyung was broad and tall, but that didn't mean his mind was growing as well.

Namjoon had found a liking in Taehyung. They kind of became a thing, one could say. Taehyung didn't really wanted to show Namjoon to anyone, he was perhaps just possessive. He would protect him like no other and hold him.

Taehyung was always special in a way to Namjoon, he wasn't like Yoongi.

He would talk back and laugh uncontrollably loud, he would take Namjoon's hand and drag him away instead of actually having to use his fists. But if Taehyung did fight back, oh dear, people were left with bad wounds.

So obviously once they got in trouble for something as simple as a grafiti Taehyung would take the blame.

It wasn't just a grafiti, Namjoon had been causing trouble since he could think back, so Taehuyng did what he did and took credit for it all.

And went to jail.

That happend years ago.

Taehyung was by now a grown up and Namjoon couldn't handle to look into his eyes since then. He felt pathetic and now he realized that all the anger he let out on Yoongi, all the things he used him for, were just making him feel worse.

And until now Seokjin missed the youngers presence.

a small cell had changed Taehyung.

Most of the time he was busy with reading and drawing and he would ask for the day Namjoon would finally come see him, but it seemed like all the excuses the otheres could give him had gotten to his head and he hadn't spoken a word since then.

Now it was Yoongi and Jungkook and Yoongi seemed way weaker mentally than Taehyung.

If he would go to jail for Namjoon and leave Jungkook back, Seokjin didn't even want to think about it.

,,Just do me a favour."

,,Spill it, with your dick-sucking lips."

,,Get lost."

A/N: the machine keeps routating to wash their dirty laundry (okay but like that's the end - or is it?)