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Yoongi's POV (It's probably going to be in Yoongi's POV most of the time)

"Wow, hyung. I didn't know somebody could look so good in my clothing. Jin-hyung owes my ten bucks. I do indeed have a sense of fashion." I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, you had a bet with Jin about this? Jeez, have you kids got nothing better to do?"

"Oh, no, we have plenty to do. We just choose not to do it. See, hyung? Common sense." I rolled my eyes again.

"Anyway, I know a few good pubs if you want to go. Or we could just go back to my house. Er – our house. You're moving in, right?" I nodded in approval. "Right. So what do you want to do?" I shrugged.

"The pub sounds fun. We could try that out. But, I'm just asking, aren't you a little too young to drink?" Jungkook waved it off.

"Dad doesn't care and no one can really do anything about it so it's fine," he replies. I frown as I think over his words. No one can really do anything about it. What was he implying by that? Was he implying that nobody could make him change his mind? Or was he implying something deeper...

No, Yoongi! He's a normal teenager with a normal life. You've been reading too many conspiracy theories, lately. Stop overanalyzing things!

After a moment, I realized that I had zoned out for a moment and tuned back in on what Jungkook was saying.

"Hey, Yoongi-hyung, you okay?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sorry, I must have zoned out for a moment. I was just thinking."

"Oh. Well, as I was saying, the pub I want to bring you to isn't that far away, so Jin-hyung's going to take us. Are you okay with that? You didn't seem to be too comfortable with Jin-hyung back there." I laughed it away.

"That? Oh, no. That was just me defending my swag." Jungkook looked at me quizzically. I sighed.

"Come here, Jungkook."

"Okay?" he replied, hesitantly, as he took a few steps closer to me. I held my hand out.

"What do you see?"

"Uh, nothing?"

"My swag."

"Your what?"

"What do you mean, 'your what?' You can't see my overflowing swag?"

"Um, no?"

"WHAT?!?! I AM THE SWAG MONSTER. DO YOU WANT ME TO POISON YOUR CHICKEN?!?!" Jungkook's face grew cold at this.

"Don't talk to me about poison." I was taken aback. It was only a joke, yet it unnerved him to such an extent?

"I'm sorry?" Jungkook looked away.

"Don't talk to me about poison. My hyung, Jeon Yeongsoo, died from poison when I was ten. I don't like to talk about the matters – both the situation and the substance." I frowned, once again. Jungkook had an older brother that died from poison? The case was obviously either murder, suicide, or unintentional suicide. I know this because Jungkook specifically said poison and not venom. If Yeongsoo had died from a snake bite or something venomous, Jungkook would have said venomous. He didn't, so it implies that Yeongsoo had died from one of the earlier possibilities.

From the way Jungkook reacted, I really couldn't tell which one it was.

Understanding his conflict, though, I dropped the topic.

"Um, why don't we head out before Jin thinks that we've died or something? I can tell that you want to get your mind off of this; a few drinks may help." Jungkook stiffly nodded and once again led the way to his car.

I saw Jin stand upright as he noticed us approach. As if sensing Jungkook's discomfort, he wisely kept quiet and opened the car's back door. It was a nice car. Nothing too fancy, just a simple black Honda Pilot.

Once Jungkook slipped into the car, I quickly whispered to Jin that we were planning on going to a nearby pub that I didn't know the name of. He nodded in understanding as if he knew which pub I was talking about. To be honest, I think that he knew where we were going the moment he saw Jungkook's stiff figure.

Slipping into the car myself and making sure that my seatbelt was fastened, I turned to look at Jungkook.

He had his elbow propped against the window while his head rest against his palm. He was staring out the window and with the help of the car's inner lighting, I could see that his eyes were slightly glazed over; a faraway look in his eyes.

I sighed as I processed the conversation that had taken place not ten minutes ago.

Something was clearly off about Jungkook's family. I mentally noted what I had learned from my conversation with Jungkook:

· His – my, whatever – father didn't care if he was underage drinking

· No one, apparently, could do anything about it

· Had an older brother named Yeongsoo

· Said brother died from poison – either murder, suicide, or unintentional suicide

· Seems to go to the same pub a lot

I don't really know how these facts may connect, but they're obviously linked together in some way. There must be something up with Jungkook's family; too many odd facts just proves it.

As Jin pulled away from the church curb, I watched as the outer world whizzed by in a blur. We were probably driving over the speed limit, but with everything going on right now, I could honestly care less.

Who are you, really, Jungkook?

Am I moving too quickly? Please let me know if you think that the story line is progressing too fast. Your feedback is always a great tool! Honestly, thank you to all of you peeps that actually read these three chapters (including prologue) of trash.