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Jungkook's POV

I sighed as I looked at my reflection in the mirror and gingerly poked at the forming bruises on my face and chest. I then reached for the large variety of cosmetics sitting on my bathroom counter. As if it were muscle memory, my hands instantly reached forward, grabbed ahold of one, and began applying it. As a matter of fact, it probably was muscle memory. Seokjin had roughed me up quite a few times before.

About a half hour later, I had most of my major bruises covered. Another twenty minutes later, I looked as if Seokjin had never touched me.

Once I stepped out of the bathroom (after putting everything away, of course) I was nearly given a heart attack as a man in a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a black beanie roamed about my room. It took me moment to realize that it was just Yoongi-hyung.

"Morning, hyung." He turned.

"Morning," he briefly replied.

I paused at the tension in the air. To be honest, I was probably the only one who felt it. I mean, Yoongi-hyung can really look intimidating sometimes! And that's coming from me! The heir to a mafia! And not just any mafia; the largest and most feared mafia in all of Korea, possibly even Asia!

"So... what are you doing, exactly?" I asked.

"I have, like, really bad sleeping habits and only slept for maybe three hours? It's five in the morning, and forgive me if I don't think that this Hyesuk figure or whatever his name is is currently awake." I stared at him dumbfounded.

"And what ever made you think that I was? I mean, I did get pretty drunk." Yoongi-hyung stared back at me blankly.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I can clearly see light showing from beneath your door due to the lack of light in the hallway? Or maybe it was the fact that you weren't exactly being quiet with whatever you were doing in that bathroom." He started to move towards me.

"Speaking of which, what were you doing in there? And is that makeup? Why the hell are you wearing makeup?" My eyes widened. How did he know?

"W-what do you mean makeup? I'm a guy – I wouldn't use makeup for the life of me!" I chuckled out nervously. Yoongi-hyung's eyes narrowed.

"Mhm, sure. Let's see here... so first of all, I think you should know that I've had a pretty rough childhood and have used makeup on multiple occasions. I'm pretty sure that I would recognize makeup when I see it after having used it for years. Second, it's applied pretty well, most people wouldn't recognize it and you definitely wouldn't be able to see it from a distance, but if you look closely, the concealer you used is slightly paler than your skin. Third, the sentence that you just spouted totally wasn't suspicious in the least bit," he started, sarcasm seeping through his words like a waterfall.

"You started with a stutter, which is like, Lying 101 not to do, and then you specifically pointed out that you were a guy. So what? You're a guy? Okay, sure. In most other countries, that line would be pretty convincing, but you're in Korea, f*cking Seoul no less. Most guys in Korea use makeup – especially in Seoul! It's the home to pretty much all of Korea's entertainment industry! Lastly, you ended with a nervous chuckle. That's another red-flag when detecting lies." I sighed at the end of his rant. He's got me trapped in a box.

"Okay, you've got me, hyung," I replied, wracking my mind for a convincing lie.

"I'm pretty clumsy, especially when I'm groggy from sleep, and it was dark in my room. I woke up not too long ago to go use the restroom and I may or may not have tripped over, fell on and hit myself on a few things in the process. I covered up my bruises with makeup so the others didn't worry" Not my best lie, but it works.

Yoongi-hyung narrowed his eyes at me as if he didn't quite believe what I said but shrugged it away.

"Alright, then, kid. Let's just say that I believe you, for now. Jin told me that he'd get some guy named Hosun? Hyemin? Whatever, I don't know. He said that he'd get someone to give me a tour around this place," Yoongi-hyung finished with a huff. I snickered at the names he came up with for Hoseok-hyung.

"He was probably talking about Hobi-hyung. His real name is Hoseok, but he prefers being called Hobi so we just go with it." Yoongi-hyung shrugged.

"Whatever floats his boat. Now that we've got that established, care to show me around? Or at least introduce me to Hoseok so that he can show me around? I don't want to have to wander around this place like a lost puppy and accidentally go somewhere I shouldn't. Who knows what things you guys might have here; torture chambers? Interrogation rooms? I barely know anything about your family; you could be a part of a goddamn gang for all I know." I stiffened slightly at how close to home he hit, but quickly brushed it off. Something tells me that Yoongi-hyung didn't quite miss the small action. Even if he did, he didn't say anything about it.

"Why didn't you just call Jin-hyung? I'm pretty sure that he'd have given you his number by now. He could have helped you out." Yoongi-hyung crossed his arms.

"I don't know about you, but I don't quite trust Jin. He just doesn't give me good vibes. Something about him seems off." I chuckled nervously once again. I need to stop doing that.

"I'm sure it's nothing, hyung. You're probably just being paranoid or something." He whispered his response so softly that I barely heard it.

"Or maybe you're just too oblivious."