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7

"Oh really?" Yoongi asked sitting down in the rocking chair in Jimin's room surprised the small boy confronted him and told him he wasn't going to be his puppet. He vaguely wondered who told him but supposed it was justly told because they were not wrong and it meant Jimin had someone who he could trust. Perhaps it was Joon he had been down here quite frequently.

"Yeah you sick fuck" he snapped his hair bouncing softly.

Yoongi just smiled amused and shrugged "not so much if you got to know me" his pink lips stretching further showing just the tips of his white teeth.

"Well I'm not sticking around to find out. I tried to play nice and offered to leave without telling anyone now Ill make you regret it" he said crossing his arms.

"I don't think you'll make me regret anything" he chuckled softly leaning onto his knees. "Want to come up into the living room? See the house?"

"No I'll be staying right here" he said firmly.

"It was a question before now I'm demanding you to come tour the house with me" he said standing up and extending his hand only to get it slapped away from him. Yoongi reacted in anger as he gripped the back of his hair tightly and forced his head back forcing them to be face to face.

Jimin glared "when my momma and daddy find out where I am you'll be so fucking dead" he glared looking up at the blonde man.

"I'm not scared of middle aged poor fucks" he seethed.

"You should be because my momma is the daughter of Park Jihoo" he snapped. Yoongi froze as he racked his brain for the familiar name. It pinged around before he realized where he had heard such a name before and glared at Jimin. His blood ran cold for a second.

"Sneaky little shit I won't believe you just because you share the same surname" he chuckled darkly and pulled his head back more exposing the front of his neck showing his Adam's apple bob.

Park Jihoo happened to be an old grandpa with unfortunately a rival/deal with him at the moment. They both had their puppets and a mutual understanding between them as to not attack yet. Go for each other where it hurts most and don't get caught type of guys as to not destroy the whole fucking city with their violence. Many politics and police playing vital roles. If Jimin truly was his grandson he already won the war.

"I have the mark" Jimin gritted out "it will prove it" perfect. He smirked slightly as the prices were falling into place for him like they always did.

Yoongi let go of him and stood over the boy "show me then" he snapped impatiently as he watched the small boy lift up his shirt and on his shoulder blade stood the intricately crafted mark of the Parks. It was an abstract piece of art almost looking like rain but morbidly twisted.

He reached out and touched it his pale fingers gently sliding down the marked skin. This kid was obviously marked for protection only. He obviously had no skills "splendid" he grinned shoving his shirt off and taking out his phone snapping a picture "these will be sent to old gramps. Every bad move he makes on us will be a wound to you" he said patting his hair.

"And I truly would hate to mess up this pretty face, but rules are rules" he said grabbing his upper arm and forcing him to stand. "So let's just have a nice little walk around my property shall we?" He asked calmly.

"Fuck off" Jimin grunted as he was forced away from his bed by Yoongi's tight grip. "Leave me alone" he glared. The elder only shrugged and pulled him the rest of the way out. Seeing the opportunity Jimin ripped his arm away from Yoongi's grasp and made a mad dash up the stairs. He looked back seeing Yoongi was only smiling at him and not at all worried that he might escape.

Heart palpating fast he opened the door and gasped seeing a lot of the unfamiliar men standing around the door. Namjoon sighed softly disappointed in the young boy. He remained frozen and cold with no shirt listening to Yoongi's calm and paced steps up the stairs shrinking more and more into himself until Yoongi's hand landed on his shoulder.

"Change of plans people. We have a celebrity here. He turned him around showing the tattoo to the boys. "Grandson wasn't it?" He taunted spilling him back around. "He is leverage now" he smiled widely and patted his back.

"So what do you want us to do with him then?" A dark haired boy asked crossing his arms annoyed.

"Make sure he doesn't die and that he doesn't escape. To ensure that every day I'll be having a different one of you watch him. You'll be handcuffed to him for 24 hours and then you'll switch" he said pulling out fluffy back cuffs "Jungkookie was happy enough to share his. And Jin you'll go first get over here" he said the last bit harsher. Yoongi may have let Jin out of his room but he still wasn't happy with him.

"I have to go into town today so unless you want everyone to see us in fluffy hand cuffs I suggested someone else" he said calmly.

"Change of plans for you then. Go tomorrow now get over here and don't make me ask again" he said seriously.

Jin kept his face void of emotion as he walked forward and extended his arm. Soon enough the two were connected by only about 3 inches of metal chain. "I have business meeting to attend to and a lucky bunny who has to make it up to me" he said extending his arm and a young boy rushed over to him.

After the two left everyone started doing their own thing. "Since I can't finish the work I was doing let's just watch TV or something until lunch time" he said walking and dragging a stumbling Jimin behind him.