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One: $$$

"What is life.", you groaned out frustratedly.

"Something weird and troublesome.", jimin mumbled.

"Do you think we will ever meet our parents?", you asked as you broke the comfortable silence. Jimin shrugged. You pursed your lips in sadness.

"Hey, soo, don't cry. Sometimes, it's better to live alone...", jimin gulped as he took a sip of his Pepsi.

"I guess.", you shrugged. The wall behind you was still the same, old, graffiti-sprayed wall you used to know. Every night, you and your brother jimin would come to this place and sit down, talking about their day. About family. About anything in general.

Jimin sighed. He kicked a spraying paint can out of his way.

You glanced at your brother who stood up quickly and grabbed a few paint cans from his black bag.

"What are you doing?", you frowned.

"Exposing my feelings trough art.", he slyly smiled.

You admired your brother. Although he was three months older, it felt like he was years older. Jimin is one of those caring brothers that would give up anything for your wellbeing.

As he likes to say, express your feelings through art, jimin expresses his feeling through painting but through dancing also.

Onto the main side. Both of you were parentless young adults. You both used to bunk in a small apartment with five other guys. But as the time passed, each of them, one by one, disappeared without a trace.

You couldn't unravel the secret behind the bars.

In the end, you both lived together alone. You were too poor to pay for the bills, so for the money, you were hired as a baby sitter or just cleaning in several places.

Jimin's talent was dancing and painting, yours was painting and modeling. The boys used to compliment your looks back in the time when all of you still bunked in together. You couldn't deny it, being jimin's sister was a privilege.

"Jimin what are you painting now.", you raised your brows in an attempt to make him spill the words. But to no avail, your brother could only wink at you.

"Punk.", you rolled your eyes as you stood up, watching his hands work rapidly on the wall, while holding cans which contained paint.

As you took a few steps back, you felt your jaw drop.

Jimin painted a quick sketch of a beautiful girl posing for the many lights and cameras surrounding her. The girl was wearing a navy blue jean jacket with white fur at the collar, a black shirt, black pants, black boots and long, bleached blonde hair.

You felt yourself tear up form happiness.

"Jimin is that... m-me?", you spoke up quickly and your voice cracked.

"Yes! Do you like it?", he smiled at you, turning around one last time and adding p.jm + p.sm. Your original initials.

"I love it jimin!", you sniffed quickly, wiping a tear off your cheek.

As rapid as this sounds like, you could only get emotional at the thought that your brother had painted a scene of your dreams. Now this paint, will for sure stay on the wall for the many months coming up.

You cracked a smile. Jimin let the cans fall to the ground, as he took big steps backwards, towards you.

He slung his arm around your petite figure protectively, letting your head rest in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you, jimin.", you finally calmed down.

"We should go to pop's.", jimin slowly pointed out.

"Oh yeah, sure.", you smiled. Jimin threw the empty Pepsi can he still had left over the wall, along with spraying cans and candy wrappers.

"Let's go.", he smiled and grabbed your wrist, dragging you towards the comfy diner.

"Jimin! Soomin! Welcome back, my children!", Mr. Lee, the owner of the diner beamed as he saw both of you enter the area.

Jimin smiled and bowed at the older man. You could only mimic his actions.

He still was holding onto your cold hand. "One milkshake for both, please. Strawberry and make sure to put marshmallows on top!", you ordered at the man with a big smile, your eyes crinkling into crescents as you smiled.

"Coming up, gotcha!", he smiled as he started preparing your order.

Jimin sat on one of the high stools. You plopped next to him, resting your chin on both your palms.

"What should we do tomorrow?", you questioned your brother with a sigh.

"I don't know.", he shrugged as he glanced around the diner.

"Do you think we-", before you could finish your sentence, Mr.Lee had already placed a big strawberry milkshake with fluffy whipped cream and yellow marshmallows on top, accompanied by a few sprinkles and two straws.

Jimin and you smiled. "Thank you Mr.Lee!", both of you excitedly thanked before diving into the sipping of the milkshake.

"As usual, no payment. And always, children.", his raspy voice chuckled quickly.

As you two sipped on your drinks, a man who resembled like a mailman had walked in and approached Mr.Lee.

"Lee hyungmin?", he questioned with a raised brow.

"Yes, I am hyungmin.", Mr.Lee answered.

"You have gotten a letter by a certain person named Kim Taehyung. The letter is addressed to Park Soonmin but the address is telling me this is the place.", the mailman spoke all in once.

He put the letter on the counter. The mailman held out a pen along with a board and a contract attached to it.

"Please sign this.", he demanded. Mr.Lee frowned but still did as told.

"Thank you! Have a nice night.", the mailman smiled slightly before leaving in a rush.

You gulped. A letter addressed to you? Who even would know of your existence? Jimin nudged your side.

"Open it and read it out loud", he sighed with a soft smile. Mr.Lee nodded and plopped his elbows on the counter.

You took in a long breath, your fingers slowly ripping open the envelope. The fingertips slowly traced over paper edges, leaving small cuts on them. You fished out a neatly folded yellow-ish paper.

As you unfolded it, your eyes widened at the words written on the paper cursively.

Dear Park Soomin,

Good evening. I'd like to inform you that starting from the twenty-seventh of August, you'll officially become as Kim Soomin and move in with me. You have been bought by me. With my own money. Please meet me at the current diner tomorrow at 11am sharp.

Signed,
Mr.Trillionaire.