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X: Min-Yoongi of Min Toys

Woah would you look at that? I double update, I must really love you guys... or I had an espresso again ... 

"Yoongi! Min Yoongi! Right here, we just a have a few questions we'd like you to answer."  I stop at the large doors leading into Min Toys Central, my hand hovering over the doorknob as a few reporters stopped me. I pull my mask under my chin and smile. They all point their cameras at me and hold out microphones. "How has life been since your father died. Are you happy to be back?" 

In all honesty, life has been chaotic since my father died. It's been about two months, and now I'm back to running Min Toys. I hired back everyone that he fired. They told me at the hospital that his death was caused by "Overdose on Anti-Anxiety Meds." His funeral wasn't too involved, I didn't put much into it. Immediate family and work colleagues. 

I haven't cried once, I didn't tell anyone except Namjoon that I haven't cried. I just felt no loss--sure he was my father, it brought me back to numerous memories of him.. but nothing. I've let go of all my anger about him-- part of which came from Joon holding up pillows for me to punch. But I haven't felt sad, do mourning period. "Well, since my father died it's been rather hectic here-- everyone is mourning at the mo--" I'm cut off by a younger reporter. 

"How does it feel to be above Kim Industries? Kim Namjoon has been a long time competitor." It took a while but after fixing all my father's mistakes by staying late most days, having my teamwork ridiculous hours just so we aren't in trouble and still we have a while to go. We aren't above Namjoon's company, but I can't help but feel compelled to beat him in this race. 

I hesitate before speaking into another mic, "I have grown, closer with Namjoon over the past few months. He has helped me a great deal while I was going through my mourning of my father. Kim Namjoon is a very smart man, and I believe he has worked very hard to get to where he is." 

Everyone goes silent before all shouting again, 

"What is your plan for Min Toys?" One reporter shouts. 

"I... I'm not quite--" 

Before I can finish I'm cut off again, "Do you plan on settling down with a wife and kids eventually." 

"Actually... I don't.." I stutter but they all just keep shouting over not just me but each other. 

"Will you be carrying on your father's legacy?" 

"What is your dream for Min Toys?" A mic is forced so close to my face it presses to my lips. 

" Are you going international?" I hear cameras clicking and flashes of light causing spots in my vision. I try and look around at everyone but their faces are all covered by white and black spots from where the lights flashed in my eyes. "Will you be opening a chain of shops in America." 

I've tried to hold back all of my anger, I pushed it down into my stomach but with my eyes not knowing where to look, and everyone's voices blending together in an awful blend of screaming and endless questions. "That is enough! I will not be answering any more questions today." They go silent, camera flashes stop and mics are pulled back. 

I sigh, trying to go back to the door but they all start back up again. "What has caused you to lash out in such a way?" I try and calm down, thinking that if I just open the door. If I go up to my office and sit down it will all be over. 

"I am tired of everyone taking advantage of me at a time like this. I said no more questions, and that means, no more questions." I open the door and run to the nearest hallway, I rest my back against the wall and put my face in my hands. "What has caused you to lash out in such a way?" The guilt of losing it on the reporters finally sets in and I stand in silence. " Will you be carrying on your father's legacy?"