| Returning The Favour || Yoonmin |

Ch25 ~ Stairs

Yoongi smiled sadly, his eyes slowly turning to look at his father's shrine outside the open door. The doorframe bordered his father's shrine like that of a picture surrounded by pristine, white frames. He walked over to it, feeling the tears pool in his eyes every step he took to get closer to it. The memorial shrine was a black box surrounding a white jar of his late father's ashes and 2 small vases at the sides of the black box, for memorial flowers to sit in. A picture in the opening stood next to a cross and a rosary drawer stood underneath the whole thing.

It had been around 7 years since his father had perished the day of his death. He had ascended into the clouds so suddenly, he had left without the chance to say goodbye to his loved ones. Kwon Jiyong, one of the lead rappers from one of the most highly acclaimed hip hop groups of the late eighties and early nineties, had been in the business from when he was sixteen, all the way up to his death in the summer of 2010. He had died of a genetic malfunction in his brain, much like the tumour Yoongi was suffering from. Type 1 neurofibromatosis seemed to be a somewhat genetic curse in their blood line, Jihoon was lucky enough to have avoided it since birth.

Yoongi, however, was not so lucky.

He had been working on his music for years and it seemed that he would forever be working on his mac book. He had been producing music and posting them onto SoundCloud under a fake name for as long as he could work a laptop. He had a following for sure, but he had never been scouted or signed to a proper label like his parents had been in their youth. He supposed he didn't want to use his parent's fame to skyrocket his own, he wanted to reach stardom without the help of his terribly talented folks.

When he had found out about his incurable illness, he had almost given up hope. He thought he might perish before his life had even amounted to anything past his high school life of rebellion and the constant need to prove he could do things himself even though his head was very rapidly growing a tumour. It was only in his eighteenth year that he had produced the music for the play his class had been assigned to do during the cultural festival. He had been given praise upon praise for his unusual participation and even though it wasn't as prominent as his rebellious behaviour round school, he had internally embraced his triumphs as well as the praise he was awarded so generously. People liked his music... so he would produce more until he had exhausted his motivation altogether.

"You want to go out today honey?" his mother asked. "Get some air?"

"I think the air in here is fine." Yoongi answered, deadpan.

"No, no I mean," Mrs. Kwon chuckled at her sleepy son, he had just woken up and she suspected that he had been waking up at the late hours of the morning while she was away for work. "we need to honour your dad today anyway; what do you say we go out for a meal? I'll let you drink." Yoongi scoffed, if only she had known about his stash of vodka in the back of his wardrobe.

And then he realised, Jimin was still upstairs and Jihoon had probably shoved him into his closet.

"I'll go wake up Hoonie." He said hurriedly as he grinned anxiously at his mother.

"Yes, you go do that while I get into a disguise of some sort." She skittered to the hallway to find her suitcase, see if she could find an article of clothing that was suitable. She was quite the distinguished celebrity and she didn't look anywhere near her age, she was a blond, Asian woman who looked very similar to a university student. She didn't look as if she was approaching her mid-forties at all – that eight-step skin care routine was surely working on concealing her age.

As Yoongi dashed up the stairs, he heard the distinct noise of quarrel, and could have only guessed what all the fuming shrieks of passion were about.