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Things were very tense back at the house the next day after Tae refused to come out of his room. Jin was coddling Jungkook and Jimin was playing with peppermint with Joon when Tae walked down the steps dressed to leave. Yoongi looked up around from where Hoseok was seated beside him.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.

"To the fucking store" he snapped "am I allowed to go?" He asked propping his hands up on his hips.

"If anyone wants to go with you" he said and Taehyung stiffened. Yoongi didn't trust him anymore.

"Never mind. I don't want to leave my fucking prison anyways" he said but instead of going to his room he walked downstairs.

"What did you do to him?" Jin asked softly.

"I called him out on some shit and he got pissed. And I'm not going to let him act like a brat" he shrugged "he can go pout all he wants in his cell all alone for all I care"

"Don't be a dick" Jungkook sighed.

"Why do all of you gang up on me?" Yoongi asked bluntly "All I do is try to keep all of you happy and healthy and I only discipline you when you act shitty" he told them standing up "do you know what I could do? I'm sure you all have a very good idea of what I'm capable of" he said darkly "and yet I still treat you all so well"

"Threatening us isn't very kind" Jin sighed softly shaking his head.

Yoongi nodded "ok" he said standing up and pressing his lips together as he walked off not saying anything to them leaving behind a fog of sadness. He was still human after all and was put into a really shitty position.

"I should go talk to him" Jin said standing up but Jimin held his hand out. "I'll go. I may hate him, but we understand each other very well" he said leaving without saying anything else leaving them in a remorseful state. They loved too strong and their tongues too sharp.

Jimin stepped into Yoongi's room as he had a little vial out opening the top as he sat on the side of his bed. He glanced at Jimin and raised a brow "what?"

"Nothing" he said walking over and laying down on his bed stretching "don't take that" he said gesturing to whatever he was holding. "It's none of your concern what I put in my body" he said getting a little mirror out.

Jimin sat up and put his hand over the mirror and pushed it back into the dresser and shut the door. "Don't" he said softly "you'll regret it"

"What else am I supposed to do?" He asked as if it were his only coping mechanism.

"Just talk to me. I promise I won't fucking pity you because I already hate your ass" he said and Yoongi chuckled looking down at his vial full of the white powder that would probably keep him up for the next two days. He opened his drawer and reached inside again pulling out a pill bottle and popping a Xanny.

"I don't even know what to talk about" he said sipping from a water bottle that was beside his bed.

"Start by telling me what it was like to grow up being a mafia leader" he said laying back on the bed. Yoongi glanced down at him wry before he laid beside him staring at the ceiling.

"I don't know. My dad didn't want me" he said softly "but I found out later he did get another wife and they had a happy little family" he shrugged "and when I turned 18 I had nothing anywhere so I joined a gang and ended up here"

"Have you ever tried to find your dad?" He asked turning to stare at the side of his face.

"No" he said bluntly.

"Perhaps that would bring you closure" he suggested.

"What about your family?" Yoongi asked turning the attention to him causing the younger to gulp.