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Jimin listens as Yoongi and Hoseok bicker about the best university choice for Jimin, basically between ridiculously expensive college number one or exceedingly pompous college number two.
“Can’t I just be in the same one Taehyung is in? I mean, what’s the difference?” Jimin sighs as he watches Hoseok shove a paper in Yoongi’s face.
“Taehyung is studying in a notorious fashion academy, there is no place for a dancer there, Jimin-ssi!” Hoseok crosses his arms, a face of offense on his features.
“Fine then just get me into a simple dance course, I’m quite aware of my current financial situation so I can’t pay anything anyway. And stop calling me Jimin-ssi!” Jimin huffs and crosses his arms as Hoseok pouts at him.
“Don’t worry about the tuition, Jimin. Namjoon has been clear with his decision; get you into the finest college no matter the cost.” Yoongi says as he clicks around his computer, “Besides im thinking the Seoul Fine Arts Academy will be a perfect choice for you.” Hoseok claps with joy and plants a wet kiss con Yoongi’s cheek, the older shoving him away in annoyance but the pink tinge on his cheek increasing.
Jimin stares at them, mouth agape, “What? That academy is insanely expensive! Just one course can cost thousands, not to mention I highly doubt I’ll be accepted, only the best are!”
“Which is why you will be too.” Jimin turns towards the voice behind him. Leaning on the door frame, Namjoon looks at him with a soft smile; his white dress shirt seems wrinkled, tie undone and his hair is a little messy. Jimin thinks he’s never seen someone so handsome.
“Namjoon-hyung, I think this is a bit of an exaggeration, you don’t need to spend all of this on someone like me, I know I’m not-“
“You are worth it, you will attend the academy. You start in August. That’s final, Jimin.” His words are strict but his smile is playful and Jimin’s stomach feels like it’s fluttering. He gives him a smile and nods, before turning to Hoseok and Yoongi and thanking them for their help. He bows and leaves the room, followed by Namjoon.
“You didn’t have to do this, you know. I could’ve attended any small college and I would’ve been okay with it.” Jimin says as he walks with his head down.
Namjoon hums in response but otherwise doesn’t say anything. “I can’t pay you back, hyung. Not in money at least. I could at least go on one recon mission for you, I mean, I’m sure you know my bank accounts are frozen but my skills could be put to use in the field...” Jimin holds back from grimacing at the thought of going back out there and scouting out marks for the mafia but he owes Namjoon this and more.
“No, Jimin. I don’t need anything from you, I won’t send you out there, ever. You’re part of my contract, precious cargo that must be pampered and protected,” He smirks and Jimin can’t help but blush. “And about your bank accounts, Seokjin is dealing with that. He may be a famous celebrity now but he used to be an excellent lawyer. He’ll get you your money back.” He smiles and Jimin freezes.
“Namjoonie... thank you. For everything, I can’t believe you’re doing so much for me...” Jimin trails off, his voice quivers but his smile is wide. Namjoon returns it, dimples and all.
“You’re father would’ve wanted you to be in the best places, Little Prince.” He smooths the back of his hand over Jimin’s cheek. Jimin can’t help but lean into the touch slightly and then his eyes go wide when he finally registers the nickname.
“Don’t call me that, Joon...” He looks down and blushes furiously.
“Ah but what else am I to call you, your highness?” Namjoon chuckles as Jimin smacks his arm and rushes off towards the elevator, clicking furiously as he recalls a memory of a much simpler time...
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Jimin watches as the taller boy drags his feet out of the council's office, his older brother, Seokjin, holds the hand of Taetae who is looking between his older brothers.
“We’ve been through this a million times, Namjoon. You get out of class and pick Tae up from school. You got that? No more skipping, no more ditching and certainly no more underground fighting! This isn’t the fucking fight club.” He grits out as he adjusts his tie, “You keep getting me in trouble and father keeps having to call us before the meetings, you’re making him lose time. Are you listening, Joon-ah?” He places a hand on the taller boy who quickly grabs a hold of Seokjin’s wrist and pushes him away.
He glares at his brother, who, even though he’s a few years older than him, is exactly his size, “You don’t get to tell me what to do, you’re not my father. Taehyung can take care of himself, right Tae?” The younger sibling nods enthusiastically making Seokjin frown at him. “Just leave me the fuck alone, Jin. I don’t need any of you to baby me.” He rolls his eyes and turns on his brother who is angrily shouting about language behaviors.
Jimin watches as the tall blond shrugs his school jacket off and tied it around his waist, exiting the room.
“Dad, may I leave?” Jimin turns to his father who smiles at him, “Be careful, Jimin. Dangerous love leads to dangerous roads.”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about I was going to get some fresh air. I’ll be right back, promise!” He bounces in his place until his father nods. He bows slightly and leaves the room hurriedly, reaching the elevator and pressing the button repeatedly.
He walks quickly through the lobby and pushes the double doors open, crashing into a body and falling with a slight “umpf!” onto the floor.
“Shit, can’t you watch- ah, it’s you.” Namjoon looks down at Jimin and offers the younger boy a hand which the pink haired boy gladly takes. “What’s got you in a rush, kid?”
Jimin frowns at that and shakes his head, “I’m not a kid. You’re only one year older than me.” He murmurs as he brushes his hands off. Namjoon smirks at him, “yeah, and I’m still your hyung so don’t forget it.” He pokes at Jimin’s chest making the younger smile and bat his hand away.
“Alright, hyung. So where are you going?” Jimin asks as nonchalantly as he can, slipping his hands in his pockets trying to protect them from the cold air.
“No where you can come, Chim. It’s not a place for boys like you.” He says as he begins to walk away from the tall building, Jimin following behind.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means, the shit I do is to dangerous for you, it means I’m going back to the BigHit.” He shrugs as he pulls out a cigarette.
“So you’re gonna go back to the fighting arenas? Didn’t your father-“
“My father doesn’t know shit, Jimin. He doesn’t get it; besides isn’t your brother in those fights too?” He turns to Jimin who snatches the lit cigarette from his fingers and takes a drag, “Stop stealing my smokes, kid. You’re not even supposed to smoke, what are you like 12?”
“Fuck off, hyung, I’m 17... I don’t know what Jihun is doing anymore, he and I don’t talk ever since he had that fight with my dad.” Jimin says as he hands the cigarette back.
“Yeah, messy business. I’m sorry...” He looks down at the younger boy who’s shivering and rolls his eyes, “Jesus, Chim you’re shaking like a leaf, you could’ve just asked me to-“ he unties his jacket from his waist and drapes it over Jimin, “there, now maybe you’ll stop shaking.” He smiles that dimpled smile that makes Jimin’s stomach tickle.
“Thanks, hyung. Does that mean I can come?” He says bouncing on his feet and making Namjoon sigh and throw his head back in exasperation.
“No, for the last time, no. You can’t go, these people aren’t... I just don’t think you should be there, you might end up...” He pinches the bridge of his nose and Jimin frowns. “End up what?” Jimin asks.
“Hurt, you might end up hurt,” his eyes look distant and his mouth pulls into a straight line, “and I don’t think you’re father will take kindly to the person who got his heir hurt.” He pulls his expression back into a smirk and Jimin pouts his lips.
He grips Namjoon’s wrist and pulls him back in direction of the building, “Fine, well if I can’t go you don’t have permission to go either,” He begins to walk back, Namjoon in tow, a smile on his face.
“Minie, I know what you’re doing, even if I come with you now, I’ll go another day.” He says as he begins to walk with Jimin anyway.
“Yeah... But at least I brought you back one day, hyung. One day of zero bruises and bleeding lips.” He says with a shrug.
“Ah, you’re too good for me, Little Prince.” He tugs Jimin backwards and hugs the boys waist making the younger blush and try to pull out of his embrace.
“Yah, hyung! I hate it when you call me that...” his blush says otherwise but Jimin won’t voice his feelings out loud.
“Alright, alright. Come on, your highness, let’s get back before Jin gets his panties in a twist.” He pulls Jimin forward and winks at the younger before he rushes back to the building leaving Jimin behind. He turns and shouts, “Come on, Little Prince, I’m freezing over here!” Before walking back into the building. Jimin runs in behind him, cheeks still red, and not because of the small dash.