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"W-what?"

"You heard me. You're the heir to Buleugi, aren't you?" Yoongi puts the bouquet off to the side and throws the blanket covering himself off the cot he rests on, swinging his legs over the side. (Forgot to say this last chapter; this is a week after Hobi's fascinating encounter with the dining hall rug) Jungkook startles and immediately rushes to his hyung's side in an attempt to not have him get up from the bed, using his wounds and injuries as an argument.

Yoongi waves him off dismissively.

"But hyung, Hobi-hyung says you have to stay in bed for two weeks! It's only been one!" Again, Yoongi waves him off.

"It's fine. I'm a fast healer." Yoongi pushes Jungkook away from him with a sudden burst of strength Jungkook hadn't known Yoongi had. Yoongi stands and goes to grab a handful of clothes from a duffel bag in the room and makes his way to the restroom. When he returns, he is wearing clothes that fit his style much better than the hospital gown Hoseok had forced him to wear. Yoongi throws it into a trash bin, giving it a disgusted grimace.

"Also, you haven't answered my question yet." Jungkook gives him a questioning look while Yoongi huffs impatiently.

"You're Buleugi's heir." The three words were no longer a question, rather, a statement now. Jungkook stares at him, dumbfounded.

"H-how would you know that?" Yoongi scoffs, shrugging on a leather coat.

"Please, your father's face is practically plastered everywhere in the underworld."

"The underworld? Why the hell would you be there?"

"I told you, I used to be a part of a gang." Yoongi says, gathering up some things and putting them into the duffel bag.

"Bullshit. No gang travels into the underworld. Like, the real underworld where all the major shit like my dad's fucking face is plastered. Tell me who you really are."

"Keep dreaming, kid." Yoongi makes his way to the med bay door, duffel bag in hand.

"Wait! Hyung, the keyword there is that you used to be a part of a 'gang.' If you're not in one anymore, why the hell are you still listening in on the underworld?" Yoongi pauses, hand on the door knob, and laughs slightly.

"I retired. You're smart, kid. I'll give you that." Jungkook growls.

"And that! Hyung, what's going on? I'm so confused right now. One moment, you're my nice but weird stepbrother that doesn't know a thing about my family and the next, you're a cold-hearted stranger that calls me kid! I'm 19!"

"Still below drinking age." Jungkook splutters.

"Okay, okay," Yoongi says, opening the med bay door, poking his head out and looking left and right. "I'll tell you who I was." Jungkook perks up at this.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"Well then?"

"I wasn't actually part of a gang-."

"Well that much was obvious."

"Shush or I won't say anything." Jungkook closes his mouth.

"Good. I was actually a contract killer. Damn good one at that. Made a fuck load of money."

"What happened?"

"Dad died. Mom needed support. That was five years ago."

"So who were you?"

"No one important." Yoongi pulls the door open and steps a foot out, only stopping when Jungkook speaks again.

"C'mon. If you were a, and I quote, 'damn good' assassin, you must have been pretty important."

A moment of silence pervades before Yoongi speaks two words. Without looking back, Yoongi marches out of the med bay and out of Jungkook's sight.

Jungkook doesn't notice, though.

He's in a slight state of shock at what Yoongi had said.

Jungkook sits on a chair next to Yoongi's cot, staring at the open door with wide, glazed over eyes and an open mouth. It isn't until Hoseok comes humming through the doors to check up on Yoongi that he faintly comes back to the real world. Hoseok stops humming when he notices the vacant cot and the dumbfounded Jungkook sitting in a chair next to where his patient should be.

"Jungkook? What happened? Where's Yoongi? I told you, he shouldn't be out of bed for another w-"

"Oh my god, hyung." Hoseok stares at him, head cocked to the side a bit, confused.

"I'm sorry?"

"Agust D, hyung. He's fucking Agust D!"