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“I’ll be right back hyung!” Yelled Yoongi as he put on his shoes.
“Where’re you going?” Asked Jin curiously as he walked out of the hallway and into the living room to see Yoongi standing at the front door.
“I’m hanging out with an old friend, we’re going to get lunch together. I’ll see you at practice later.”
“Okay, have fun.” Jin gave Yoongi’s shoulder a comforting squeeze before walking back to his bedroom.
Yoongi made sure he had his key, phone, and wallet in his pocket before shutting the door and leaving the apartment.
He walked for a few blocks until he arrived at a near by park and went to stand next to the water fountain in the center, where he and his friend agreed to meet. After a short five minutes his friend jogged up to the fountain and snuck up behind Yoongi to scare him. He jumped on Yoongi’s back and screamed really loud causing Yoongi to jump in fear. His friend began laughing so hard he fell on the floor.
“Ha ha ha very funny.” Sarcastically muttered Yoongi before smirking at his friend.
“Oh man, you should have seen the look on your face! You looked hilarious.” Yoongi let out a small laugh as he imagined how he might have looked. But it quickly turned to a pout as he watched his friend still dying of laughter.
“Whatever, it wasn’t even that funny.” Defended Yoongi, but his friend continued laughing. “Are we going to eat or not because I’m starving?”
“Okay, I’m sorry. Where do you want to go?”
“I don’t care, you choose. I’m good with anything.”
“Great, I know the perfect place. There’s this cute little cafe a few blocks from here. They sell the best paninis I’ve ever ate, I thing you’ll really like it.”
“Lead the way then.” Said Yoongi as he stepped aside and gave his friend space to walk forward.
They walked side by side to the little cafe and arrived fairly quickly. They put in their order and sat at a table while they waited. The waitress took them their order once it was ready and they happily ate as they talked to each other about what they’ve been doing in life. After they finished their meal they each order an ice americano to go and went to the park so they could walk around and talk while they drank their drinks.
Two hours had past and the friends were sitting on a park bench watching others walk by as they continued to talk.
“I dare you to jump into the fountain.” Said Yoongi’s friend with a smirk on his face.
“Why would I do that? It’s freezing out, I could get pneumonia.”
“Come on Yoongi, you need to loosen up and have a little fun.”
“What’s fun about jumping in freezing water?” His friend broke into another fit of laughter as if Yoongi’s statement had been a hilarious joke.
“It’ll be fun for me to watch, and then in return, I’ll do something stupid for you.”
“Yeah, no thank you. Anyways, I have to get going. I have practice in like thirty minutes.” Yoongi stood up and stretched his back before turning to face his friend.
“Okay, but before you go, I have a present for you.”
Yoongi’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion, “A present?”
“Yeah.” His friend reached into his pocket and pulled out a really small pouch filled with small green clumps.
“Here.” His friend hid the pouch between his hands and held it up to Yoongi.
“What is that?” Asked Yoongi in shock. He had a feeling he already knew what it was but he needed confirmation.
“It’s weed, the good kind too. What else do you think it would be?” Whispered his friend as he flicked his hand up at Yoongi silently telling him to take it.
“I can’t take that, I don’t smoke.” Yoongi’s heart began to race as he though of even the possibility of smoking. He would be in huge trouble if he did.
“Then you can grind it up and put it in some brownies. I can send you my favorite recipe if you want.”
“No, I mean I can’t take the weed. I’ve never done it before and can’t do it now. What would people think of me if they found out? I can’t accept that.”
“Yoongi, come on. No one needs to find out, you can do it in your apartment in private and no one will ever know.... weed is really good for you. It will help you relax and make you feel good, and it’ll help you sleep better at night. And I can tell from how dark your eyes are that you have not been sleep lately. So take a little and you’ll see how good you’ll sleep, I promise. Just try it, there’s no harm in trying. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it ever again.”
Yoongi’s friend reached his hand into the right pocket of Yoongi’s jacket and dropped the pouch in before retracting his hand.
“But-” started Yoongi, but he was interrupted by his friend dramatically standing up.
“ANYWAYS, I hope we can hang out again soon. Now hurry up and get to practice before you’re late.” Yoongi’s friend gave him a pat on the back and quickly left in the opposite direction.
Yoongi watched him walk away as he put his hand in his pocket and felt the pouch. Millions of thoughts were running through his head. He knew it was wrong and he should dispose of it as quick as possible, but a part of him wanted to trust his friend. He didn’t have many friends and he didn’t want to lose the ones he did have. What if his friend got mad at him for throwing away the present and then stopped being his friend.
*He was being very nice and considerate by giving me something to help me relax and to help me sleep better. It would be disrespectful of me to just throw it away. What if he hates me if I do?*
Yoongi gave the pouch a small squeeze before taking his hand out and walking in the direction of the BigHit building.
He arrived 10 minutes late to dance practice, the other members had already started dancing and were in the middle of a run-through when Yoongi opened the studio door. They were slightly annoyed at Yoongi’s tardiness, but they didn’t say anything, mostly because Jin told them that he gave Yoongi permission to be late. It was rare for Yoongi to be late anyways so they decided to forgive him.
Plus, Jin knew Yoongi rarely got the opportunities to hang out with his friends so he was okay with Yoongi being a few minutes late as long as he didn’t make it a habit.
Yoongi had gotten changed into his dance clothes in the bathroom outside before coming into the studio, so he was ready to jump in. He knew the dance very well and would even go as far as saying it was the best choreography he’s learned, he felt so confident whenever they did this dance.
Dance practice when on without any problems and soon the members were calling it quits. Yoongi was in his studio getting some work done when he heard someone ringing his doorbell. He got up and opened the door for whoever was ringing before sitting back at his desk. Jin walked in and shut the door behind him.
“Hey Yoongs, how you doing?” He asked as he walked over to stand next to Yoongi’s chair.
“I’m good, just working on this track.” Said Yoongi as he pointed towards the screen of his computer.
“That’s good. Me and Jungkook are gonna head back to dorms right now, but I forgot my key in our room so can I borrow yours?”
“Yeah.”
Yoongi put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his keychain to hand to his hyung. But the movement caused the little pouch to fall out and on to the ground.
They both looked down to see the fallen object and as soon as Yoongi realized what it was he immediately snatched it off the floor and put it back in his pocket. He turned his chair away from his hyung, to face his computer screen; his eyes were closed as he prayed that Jin wouldn’t realize what was in the pouch.
“Yoongi, what was that?” Asked Jin with a serious tone.
“Nothing hyungie.” Nervously laughed Yoongi.
Jin slowly got closer to Yoongi invading his personal space. He grabbed Yoongi’s chair and spun him around before crouching down to be at eye level with him.
“Yoongi-yah, my eyes are telling me that I saw something that I really hope I didn’t. So I need you to tell me that my eyes saw wrong and that it was not what I think it was. So how about you pull that thing back out of your pocket so we can prove my eyes wrong?”
Jin’s voice was deadly calm. It wasn’t the type of calmness that was reassuring, but the type that confirmed that Jin was five seconds away from losing it. Yoongi’s mouth went dry and he could feel sweat collecting at the boarder of his hair line. Jin was staring at him right in the eyes making it more difficult to concentrate.
“It’s nothing hyung, just some trash I forgot to throw away.” Yoongi tried his best to smile while he maintained eye contact with his hyung. His heart was beating fast and loud and it felt like it was the only noise in the room.
Jin stood up from his crouched position while still keeping his eyes glued on Yoongi’s. Now that he was standing above Yoongi he looked so much more intimidating. Yoongi gulped in fear and tried to hide it with another nervous laugh.
“Then go ahead and throw it away.” Jin reached over to the other side of Yoongi’s desk, picked up the small trash can and held it in front of Yoongi. Yoongi stared into the empty trash can, if he placed it in there his hyung would be able to clearly see it.
“I was going to throw it away later in another trash can.”
“Why, this one is just fine. It’s in perfect condition to hold trash. So go ahead and put it in.”
Yoongi slowly reached in to his pocket and wrapped his fingers around the pouch. He gave his hyung a pleading look hoping Jin would drop the topic and leave, but instead he was met with Jin’s cold hard stare. Yoongi felt his eyes fill with tears, he felt like he was going to be sick as a wave of nausea hit him. He held the pouch in his hand but didn’t move.
“Go ahead, Yoongs.” Snapped Jin as he impatiently shook the trash can, “put it in.”
Yoongi swallowed the awful taste of bile and let his tears fall freely as he slowly pulled his hand out. The pouch was securely covered by Yoongi’s large hand, so Jin still couldn’t see what it was. Yoongi’s hand hovered over the can but didn’t open.
“Drop. It. Yoongi-yah.” Growled Jin.
A chocked sob escaped from Yoongi’s lips, he closed his eyes and opened his hand. The small pouch fell down into the metal trash can, falling with a thump when it hit the bottom. Yoongi used his now empty hands to cover his face and pulled his knees up to his chest to try and make himself look smaller, he really wished that he could disappear, he wanted to ground to open up and swallow him. He was embarrassed that his hyung caught him with a pouch of weed, he was ashamed, and scared of what his hyung would do to him.
Jin slowly reached his hand into the trash can and pulled out the clear pouch. He dropped the trash can on the floor causing it to land with a loud crash, that made Yoongi flinch. He held the pouch up to his eyes to get a better look. Anyone with eyes could clearly see what was in the pouch. Jin took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose.
After a long moment of silence Yoongi slowly lifted his head out of his hands and looked up at his hyung. He was just stand there, pinching the bridge of his nose, with his eyes closed. He didn’t move or make a sound, which caused Yoongi to become concern.
“H-hyung?” Shyly whispered Yoongi. “Hyung, I’m really sorry.” He said louder. This seemed to have broken whatever spell Jin was under because with a deep breath he lowered his arm and opened his eyes to look at his dongsaeng.
“About what Yoongi?” Glared Jin.
“I’m sorry that I have weed.” Sheepishly explained the younger man.
“Why do you have weed in the first place?!”
“My friend gave it to me, he said it was a present.”
“Do you realize how much trouble this could cause?! What if dispatch caught you with it, what in a fan saw you receiving it? What if the company finds out? This could ruined your career, but not only your career but also all of ours! Bts member smokes weed, it will be the headline all over the media! There’s no possible way that they would let Bts walk away scratch free from this scandal! Not to mention how unhealthy it is for you. How are you supposed to focus on making music when you’re destroying your brain cells, how are you suppose to dance if you’re messing up your lungs?! What if you become addicted and waste all your money, you would become homeless, is that what you want?! Did you even take a moment to think what would happen if you took this?!”
Yoongi looked up at his hyung with big round puppy dog eyes, glistening with unshed tears.
“Hyung-”
“You haven’t taken any have you you?”
“No hyung I haven’t. I’ve never done any drugs, I promise. I wasn’t going to smoke it, I-I mean... I uhm... I guess I was just.... m-my friend told me it would help me sleep better.”
Jin let out another frustrated breath before crouching down to Yoongi’s level again, he put his hands on Yoongi’s knees and gave them a soft squeeze.
“Yoongi, love, if you’re having trouble falling asleep or staying asleep we can go see a doctor and get you some sleeping medicine, but this should never be an option, okay?”
Yoongi sadly nodded his head, “okay.”
“Good. Now come on.” Jin gently grabbed Yoongi’s arm and hoisted him up off his chair.
“Where are we going?” Asked a confused Yoongi.
“To the bathroom so we can get rid of this.” Jin held up the pouch before stuffing it in his Jean’s pocket and dragging Yoongi out the door.
When they arrived in the bathroom Jin pulled Yoongi into the handicapped stall and locked it. He then pulled out the pouch and handed it to Yoongi.
“Dump it in the toilet.” Ordered Jin, his voice left no room for arguments.
Yoongi hesitantly looked from the pouch to the toilet. He felt guilty destroying his friend’s gift to him, what would his friend think of him?
“Come on Yoongi, we don’t have all day.” Said Jin more sternly.
Yoongi peeled open the pouch and tipped it slowly, watching as the green clumps fell into the water. Once the pouch was empty, he reached over and flushed the toilet. Jin and Yoongi watched as the substance disappeared down the drain.
“Thank you Yoongi-yah, I’m so proud of you for not arguing.” Jin reached over and took the empty pouch from Yoongi’s hand and walked out of the stall. He threw the pouch into the trash can outside the stalls and washed his hands. Yoongi walked out behind him and went to wash his hands too.
“Now let’s go back to your studio so we can talk.”
“But hyung-” Jin held his finger up to Yoongi’s lips, stopping any more words from coming out.
“Eh, we will talk in your studio.”
Jin walked out of the bathroom and lead the way to Yoongi’s studio. Yoongi hung his head low as the followed at a slower pace. Once they arrived at the door Yoongi put in his passcode and open the door. Jin walked in and sat on Yoongi’s couch, while Yoongi walked to stand in front of him.
Yoongi already knew what this ‘talk’ would consist of, so he just wanted to get it over with.
“I think you know where this is leading. There’s no reason for me to explain this further, so let’s just get it over with.” Jin reached out and held Yoongi’s wrist.
“Wait, hyung! I wasn’t going to smoke it, I promise. I didn't even want it in the first place, but it would have been rude not to accept my friends gift.”
“Yoongi, accepting this ‘gift’ was already very risky. Whether you were planning to use it or not still doesn’t hide the fact that you took it, hopefully no one saw. But for future reference, it’s okay to not accept a gift that you’re not comfortable with. People who care about you will not give you something that could damage you or your career, okay?”
“Yes, hyung. I understand and I’m really really sorry. I won’t accept it ever again, I promise.”
“Good, I hope you don’t.” Jin pulled on Yoongi’s wrist making Yoongi sit on his lap, he then wrapped his arms around Yoongi and gave him a hug. Yoongi buried his head into his hyung’s shoulder and hugged back.
“Since you were very compliant and respectful during this whole ordeal, I’m willing to let you off the hook with being grounded for two weeks. That means I want you home early at night, no working late. You should be home by 7pm for dinner and in bed by 10. You are only allowed to go to work and then back home, no going out, no hanging out with friends, and no going shopping. Also no watching tv or playing videos games. I’ll let you keep your phone, since I know you have a lot of important business calls to make. But you are not allowed to use any of your game apps, social media, or YouTube. Can I trust you to not use them or do I have to set up restrictions on your phone?”
“No hyung, you can trust me hyung, I promise.” Confirmed Yoongi.
“Okay, I’ll also be giving you a list of chores that I want done during the two weeks that you’re grounded, but don’t worry too much about that. I’ll make the list short so you can have plenty of time to get all your work and projects done. Understood?”
“Yes hyung.” Nodded Yoongi. He felt relief wash over him when he realized he wasn’t going to be spanked. “Thank you.”
Jin gave Yoongi’s back a rub and lifted him off his lap before standing up. “Okay, I’m gonna go home now, Jungkook is probably wondering where I’m at. But your punishment begins right now, so be home before dinner.”
“Okay hyung.”
“Oh! And one more thing. I don’t want you hanging out with that ‘friend’ of yours anymore.” Jin made a disgusted face as he said the word ‘friend.’
“No, hyung! But he’s my friend!”
“Nope, not anymore. I don’t want you contacting him or hanging out with him, he’s not good for you. All he’s going to do is cause you trouble. You have many other good friends. So hang out with them instead.”
“No!” Huffed Yoongi raising his voice. “He’s my friend and I will continue to stay in contact with him!”
“Yoongi-yah, this is not up for discussion. You will not be seeing that man again.”
“Yes I will!” Shouted Yoongi balling his hands into fist.
Jin quickly reached over and grabbed Yoongi’s arm, he bend him over slightly and landed 6 extra hard smacks on the side of Yoongi’s thighs.
“It is not too late for me to bend you over my knee if that’s what you really want.”
“No hyung, I’m sorry.”
Jin let go of Yoongi and gave him a firm look. Yoongi stood up straight and shyly rubbed the stinging out of his thigh as he pouted sadly up at his hyung.
“You will no longer be friends with that man, is that understood?”
Yoongi gave a small nod and looked away from his hyung.
“Okay.” Jin softened his features and pulled Yoongi into a quick hug.
“Bye Yoongs. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
“Bye hyung.” Whispered Yoongi as Jin walked out the door and disappeared.