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[team 5] Wild Youth
Inspired by this prompt: 'holy shit i'm in the wrong car' au
Written in tandem with Reeza just for shits and giggles~
He couldn't wait to see what happened next, quite honestly, especially with the way the guy in the drivers seat who was distinctly not Taehyung was staring at him in complete shock, half a sandwich half raised to his mouth, which was open with half chewed food.
There was nothing for it really. There's no one who can blame Jimin for doing exactly what was necessary, pulling out his gun, aiming it at the guys increasingly shocked face, and saying forcefully, "Drive!"
"What the fuck?" the guy is screaming, even as he drops his sandwich on himself to hold up his hands.
"No!" Jimin yells, motioning for the steering wheel and they ignition before- fuck, had he really managed to confuse the Yaris for a Prius? "Drive! Don't surrender to me, fucking drive!"
The guy starts swearing, hands shaking, babbling, hastily jerking movements, the whole shebang, whatever, Jimin just needs to get out of here. He'll catch up with Taehyung later. It'll be fine.
Right now though, he's got about ten thousand dollars in his bag and knows hanging out in the wrong get away car isn't going to fly that well, especially with the security guards looking for him with tasers.
"Go!" Jimin yells, brandishing the gun as the guy pulls out of his 15 minute parking space with a small nervous whimper. "And just- drive normally."
"Where?" the guy yells. "Where the fuck am I supposed to go when I've just become an assistant in an armed robbery?"
"The library!" Jimin snaps.
Suddenly, the guy stops, turning to him with the most judgmental look Jimin has ever seen. "The library?" he says, sounding totally scathing. "Seriously?"
"Just drive the car!"
"Seriously?! Who robs a bank and then goes to read public property books?"
All of this, Jimin blames on Jeongguk.
~ * Three weeks ago * ~
"What is this?" Jimin asked, staring at the envelope in his hands that looked extremely threatening and angry.
"Um," says Jeongguk, which is rare. Jeongguk is usually very coherent. Disrespectful and rude and coherent. The only person he ever is polite to is Seokjin, though everyone is kind of polite to Seokjin so they don't end up dead in a ditch somewhere.
"Jeongguk," Jimin repeats darkly.
"I kind of borrowed money from Seokjin."
'Borrowed' was basically the loosely worded term Jeongguk decided to use for actually meaning 'I stole from one of the most terrifying people I know to pay off a bet I lost to some gangsters in this club and Yoongi won't bail me out and I think I'm going to actually die.' At least that's what Jimin thinks it means from the sudden burst of explanation which is quickly followed up with pleas for his life.
Jeongguk never pleas for anything unless it's food and Jimin has it in his immediate possession.
"Look," Jimin says. "I can't cover for this, I don't have seven thousand dollars."
"I put the bet in your name," Jeongguk finishes. "I mean the withdrawal from Seokjin's account. It's in your name."
Fuck.
~* To weeks ago *~
"We could rob a bank," Taehyung suggested, sitting at their grubby little kitchen table in their apartment that had the rent overdue and Jeongguk crashing on their couch.
"Don't be an idiot," Jimin scoffed.
"Why not?" Jeongguk asks, perking up. "Yoongi's done it. Hell, I bet loads of people have. It's probably not nearly as crazy as the movies all make it out to be."
"I'll look it up," Taehyung says, taking out his phone.
Despite Jimin's protests that no one would post 'how to rob a bank' online, he's wrong. In fact, some guy actually wrote a goddamn book on how to rob a bank and Jimin didn't even know about it. Who the hell does this sort of thing.
"It shouldn't be that hard," Taehyung shrugs. "I mean, we'll have to make a few amendments, you know, considering it's modern day, but it looks like it's just as simple as shop lifting or nicking things like we usually do."
"That's different," Jimin protests, frowning. What they do, their 'jobs' under Seokjin and the other higher ups, are not strictly 'stealing' (it kind of is) but more like 'necessary borrowing for survival.' None of them had wanted to resort to begging, not after the horror stories from Yoongi and the year he lived in a tent, and frankly, people had too much shit they didn't need. They didn't have enough. It's the balance of the world that the wealthy are stolen from by those who struggle, otherwise the money never moves.
"How?" Taehyung asks.
"Because this is hard cash," Jimin says. "That Jeongguk stole in the first place because he lost some crummy bet to some dickwad and-"
"Jimin, they threatened to kill me," Jeongguk says in a quiet voice.
"-and we're robbing a goddamn bank to pay it back," Jimin says firmly.
Fuck the system, no one touches Jimin's people.
~* Now *~
It had been surprisingly easy. Jeongguk was situated at the entrance to the train station a block away from the library, Taehyung was in his cousin's car, and Jimin the one who went into the bank. It was simple, the teller doing her job and Jimin with the extremely realistic water gun hidden in his jacket and a hammer tucked into his boot should something happen to him. No one had seemed to notice the teller pulling out 50's and 100's and calmly handing them over to Jimin to put into his messenger bag (it's not a purse no matter what Jeongguk says).
Jimin was supposed to get in the car that Taehyung was going to have parked down the street (a toyota) and as soon as Jimin got out of the bank and then they'd drive to Jeongguk with the money and rework the bank stuff in a few days before Seokjin was any the wiser.
The problem had been Jimin was jumpy, antsy and nervous having never robbed a bank before and almost panicked at the teller window when the girl looked ready to scream. Then she had screamed when he was halfway across the floor and he'd nearly gotten eaten by the doors as the bank went on lock down and the security guards rushed out. Jimin had tried to look normal, casually walking to the car he thought was Taehyung's and getting in.
Except it wasn't Taehyung's, it was some guy on his lunch break in a car that looked like Taehyung's and Jimin can't believe this is really his life.
"What sort of punk ass kid robs a bank with a goddamn water gun?" the guy is berating him, having caught Jimin off guard on the way to the library to knock the 'gun' out of his hands. Then the guy found out Jimin wasn't holding a loaded gun but instead a plastic toy filled with red water from food coloring. The guy didn't look impressed (though he did look kind of embarrassed).
"A really desperate one?" Jimin suggests, and jerks out of the way when the guy tries to smack him with the fake gun. "Hey!"
"What are you doing?" the guy asks, sounding disappointed in him, like Jimin has let him down personally. "You're too young to be fucking up like this in life. C'mon."
"Shut up, you don't know anything about my life," Jimin snaps, hand going straight for the hammer. He'll break down this energy conserving car door if he has to if this guy is taking him to the cops.
The guy looks at him curiously. "Okay, then explain to me why you need to rob a goddamn bank when you barely look legal to vote."
"I'm nineteen!"
"Barely legal to vote," the guy repeats angrily and swerves the car into a parking space so fast Jimin smacks his head against the window painfully.
"Mother fucker!"
"That's my goddamn line when I have a fugitive in the car," the guy is growling, and grabs Jimin's arm roughly. "Come on."
Looking up through the windshield, Jimin freezes, taking in the police station. "No," he immediately says (not whimpers) and - oh god, no. Yep, he's crying. He's crying and the guy is looking at him like he's suddenly lost all ability to be a hardass and has no idea what to do with a juvenile delinquent crying angrily in the front seat of his car.
"Um."
"I had to get the money for my friend, okay?" Jimin sobs furiously, glaring at the man. "He was- he did something really fucking stupid and he's probably gonna get his ass beat - if not killed - and I just- look, he's like a brother to me and-"
"I can't believe this," the guy is saying, shaking his head like Jimin is ruining his life. Well, fuck you too.
"If you don't take me to the library then I swear I'll-"
"What?" the guy demands, turning to him. "Squirt water at me?"
"I have a hammer!"
"Do I look like a goddamn nail?" the man yells, and then stops, flopping back into the front seat of his car. "Fuck, I thought I was done with all this shit after Vegas," he grumbles under his breath before pushing his hair off his face. "Look kid, crime isn't a life-"
"Fuck off, what do you know." Jimin wipes his face furiously. "Look, if you're going to turn me in, just fucking do it. My friends are as good as dead anyway."
The guy looks at him for a while, just frowning and with his dyed gray hair falling into his face from whatever 'cool flashy' new haircut he's rocking. It doesn't look bad actually, and neither does the guy now Jimin looks at him. Not so old after all, the hair just was confusing to Jimin's panic-mode brain. "Jackson is gonna be so fucking difficult after this," the guy grumbles before suddenly reversing out of the space and driving with more recklessness than Jimin would ever expect from a guy driving a Prius.
"What the fuck?"
"Who is it that's threatening you?" the guy demands, and Jimin stares as he flips open the center console and pulls out-
"Is that a fucking gun?"
"I would ask if you've never seen a gun before but considering you just tried to threaten me with a goddamn water pistol," the guy rolls his eyes while nearly running a red light, accelerating dangerously towards the library. "Who are the people fucking with you?"
"The-" Jimin's hands are white on the straps of his bag filled with money and the handle of the car door. "The BASTARZ," he stammers out.
"Trust myself to get one of the ground water kids who gets messed up with Zico throwing himself in my car," the guy grumbles, and suddenly turns down a back alley too fast for Jimin to do anything but scream and hold on. "It's just a turn, keep it quiet!"
"I'm sorry, I'm just having my life flash before my eyes!" Jimin yelps. This is everything and worse that he could have imagined. Jimin is going to die after having robbed a bank and he's never even been outside the country before, let alone fallen in love or done anything meaningful with his short life.
"Come on," the guy says, suddenly stopping by a local dive bar and slinging himself out of the car. Jimin, for lack of reason, gets out and follows him, holding his bag to his chest. His phone rings in his pocket, and he answers, which the guy ignores, just keeps walking to the bar.
"Where the fuck are you? I thought you were dead!" Taehyung is yelling at him over the line.
"I think I am going to be dead," Jimin whimpers. "I got into the wrong car with this guy who I thought was totally a wuss but then he pulled a gun and me and I seriously think I'm going to die, he's leading me into this dive bar and what if it's full of cannibals? What if they're going to sell me into the sex trade? Why do I keep thinking like you do when I'm scared like this!"
"I dunno, maybe I'm just the sane one who covers all the worst case scenario bases so the actual reality isn't so bad," Taehyung suggests. "Don't die, though. You still owe me a pizza for beating you in poker last night."
"How can you be thinking of pizza at a time like this!" Jimin hisses angrily as the guy pushes open the door and glares at him.
"I'm hungry!"
"Your best friend is about to fucking die and you-"
"Put your goddamn phone away," the guy says and pushes Jimin inside. It is, indeed, just a dive bar, though Jimin immediately recognizes members of BASTARZ. "Where's Zico?"
"Who wants to know?" one of the guys asks, squinting from a pool table and looking shady as fuck and ready to kill Jimin with one of those pool cues.
"Namjoon," Jimin's accidental driver says. "Tell him Rap Jack is back and an old friend wants to talk to him."
Jimin stares, slack jawed, at this Namjoon guy as the BASTARZ people suddenly shift, looking uneasy, and one of them goes off to the back. "You're-"
"I'm not Jackson, if that's what you're going to ask," Namjoon says, turning to him with an almost bored expression. "But you better as fuck believe you're not getting off the hook after this with me."
"What do you want from me?" Jimin asks, voice shaking slightly as he stares at one might potentially be one of the most notorious criminals in the country that had vanished off the face of the world no less than five years back. The Rap Jack team were legends in their time, even Jeongguk speaks about them in awe.
The corner of Namjoon's mouth twitches in a smile. "I always need people to come and help me out with yard work," he says, just as Zico walks out from the back of the room and bellows "Fucking bullshit!"
"Yard work?"
"Take it or leave it," Namjoon shrugs.
"Take it," Jimin says hastily, watching as Zico stalks towards them looking like a very menacing bird.
"Good answer," Namjoon says with a grin before turning to Zico.
~* two weeks later *~
Jimin spent a week in jail, 'repenting for his crimes'. Jail wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, especially knowing that prison was a leg up (or down?) in terms of being no fun. But he'd gone to jail after going back to the bank and returning the money and turning himself in, leaving Jeongguk and Taehyung out of it (the ungrateful bastards).
On the other end of things, the BASTARZ had returned the money Jeongguk lost to them, wired it straight back into Seokjin's account without him ever finding out, meaning Jeongguk got to keep his ears and his balls both. This was lucky for him, considering he seemed to value all of those things immensely.
As for the repayment...
"I don't get why we have to muck up this guys yard," Taehyung whines, looking towards where Namjoon is sitting on his porch, drinking a lemonade, and watching the three of his new 'bitch boys' clean up his swamp of a lawn. "Like, what gives? Shouldn't this just be Jeongguk's job or your job?"
"It's rehabilitation for our negative youthful rebellion," Jimin recites darkly, looking towards Namjoon. "Because 'stealing is wrong' or some bullshit."
"Stealing is kind of wrong," Taehyung grumbles. Jimin hits him over the head with his rake and gets a scream of protest. "What! I just borrow without permission and never give it back!"
"That's because no one wants back the food you borrowed," Jeongguk points out with a sigh. "That'd be asking for your shit."
"Thank you for that," Jimin tells him, and then grimaces at the sound of a bell.
"I seriously love that Seokjin got me this," Namjoon says with a grin when Jimin trudges over to him and waits expectantly. That's another thing, apparently Seokjin, their 'mentor', and Namjoon go back, like way back. Like grew up together used to ride at the back of the bus and Namjoon stole the bullies lunch money way back sort of shit. Old school.
Seokjin got him a tiny serving bell, supposedly to help 'keep the boys in line' and Jimin feels like a slave.
"What?"
"Manners."
"What is it, Namjoon?"
"I wanted to tell you that there are some weeds in this area of the lawn," Namjoon says, gesturing to the overgrown flowerbed that's right in front of the deck where Namjoon is sitting. "They could do with being taken care of while your friends clean up the lawn."
Jimin doesn't even answer, just keeps his damn mouth shut and goes about throwing his rake to the side so he can start pulling up the weeds Namjoon mentioned. "What kind of gardener are you to let your house get like this?"
"I'm not a gardener, but my ex used to be," Namjoon explains, sipping on his lemonade. "I can tell you about him if you're interested."
"Not really," Jimin grunts, pulling up another weed.
"This place could use a nice touch though," Namjoon muses. "What do you think? Hostas or ferns in these front beds? Or holly?"
"Why not just grow vegetables," Jimin mutters, not expecting Namjoon to hear him.
"Well, with you here every day to take care of them, that's not such a bad idea," Namjoon says and Jimin's head snaps up to Namjoon's smile. "It'll be a fun summer, won't it?"
Never again, Jimin swears, is he going to listen to Taehyung and one of his stupid plans to do something like rob a bank to solve their problems. Though, he considers as he does end up letting Namjoon tell him stories (which are kind of funny) about his ex, it could have been a lot worse.
Passing the torch onto
ceeri next!! Have fun and happy writing!
Written in tandem with Reeza just for shits and giggles~
He couldn't wait to see what happened next, quite honestly, especially with the way the guy in the drivers seat who was distinctly not Taehyung was staring at him in complete shock, half a sandwich half raised to his mouth, which was open with half chewed food.
There was nothing for it really. There's no one who can blame Jimin for doing exactly what was necessary, pulling out his gun, aiming it at the guys increasingly shocked face, and saying forcefully, "Drive!"
"What the fuck?" the guy is screaming, even as he drops his sandwich on himself to hold up his hands.
"No!" Jimin yells, motioning for the steering wheel and they ignition before- fuck, had he really managed to confuse the Yaris for a Prius? "Drive! Don't surrender to me, fucking drive!"
The guy starts swearing, hands shaking, babbling, hastily jerking movements, the whole shebang, whatever, Jimin just needs to get out of here. He'll catch up with Taehyung later. It'll be fine.
Right now though, he's got about ten thousand dollars in his bag and knows hanging out in the wrong get away car isn't going to fly that well, especially with the security guards looking for him with tasers.
"Go!" Jimin yells, brandishing the gun as the guy pulls out of his 15 minute parking space with a small nervous whimper. "And just- drive normally."
"Where?" the guy yells. "Where the fuck am I supposed to go when I've just become an assistant in an armed robbery?"
"The library!" Jimin snaps.
Suddenly, the guy stops, turning to him with the most judgmental look Jimin has ever seen. "The library?" he says, sounding totally scathing. "Seriously?"
"Just drive the car!"
"Seriously?! Who robs a bank and then goes to read public property books?"
All of this, Jimin blames on Jeongguk.
"What is this?" Jimin asked, staring at the envelope in his hands that looked extremely threatening and angry.
"Um," says Jeongguk, which is rare. Jeongguk is usually very coherent. Disrespectful and rude and coherent. The only person he ever is polite to is Seokjin, though everyone is kind of polite to Seokjin so they don't end up dead in a ditch somewhere.
"Jeongguk," Jimin repeats darkly.
"I kind of borrowed money from Seokjin."
'Borrowed' was basically the loosely worded term Jeongguk decided to use for actually meaning 'I stole from one of the most terrifying people I know to pay off a bet I lost to some gangsters in this club and Yoongi won't bail me out and I think I'm going to actually die.' At least that's what Jimin thinks it means from the sudden burst of explanation which is quickly followed up with pleas for his life.
Jeongguk never pleas for anything unless it's food and Jimin has it in his immediate possession.
"Look," Jimin says. "I can't cover for this, I don't have seven thousand dollars."
"I put the bet in your name," Jeongguk finishes. "I mean the withdrawal from Seokjin's account. It's in your name."
Fuck.
"We could rob a bank," Taehyung suggested, sitting at their grubby little kitchen table in their apartment that had the rent overdue and Jeongguk crashing on their couch.
"Don't be an idiot," Jimin scoffed.
"Why not?" Jeongguk asks, perking up. "Yoongi's done it. Hell, I bet loads of people have. It's probably not nearly as crazy as the movies all make it out to be."
"I'll look it up," Taehyung says, taking out his phone.
Despite Jimin's protests that no one would post 'how to rob a bank' online, he's wrong. In fact, some guy actually wrote a goddamn book on how to rob a bank and Jimin didn't even know about it. Who the hell does this sort of thing.
"It shouldn't be that hard," Taehyung shrugs. "I mean, we'll have to make a few amendments, you know, considering it's modern day, but it looks like it's just as simple as shop lifting or nicking things like we usually do."
"That's different," Jimin protests, frowning. What they do, their 'jobs' under Seokjin and the other higher ups, are not strictly 'stealing' (it kind of is) but more like 'necessary borrowing for survival.' None of them had wanted to resort to begging, not after the horror stories from Yoongi and the year he lived in a tent, and frankly, people had too much shit they didn't need. They didn't have enough. It's the balance of the world that the wealthy are stolen from by those who struggle, otherwise the money never moves.
"How?" Taehyung asks.
"Because this is hard cash," Jimin says. "That Jeongguk stole in the first place because he lost some crummy bet to some dickwad and-"
"Jimin, they threatened to kill me," Jeongguk says in a quiet voice.
"-and we're robbing a goddamn bank to pay it back," Jimin says firmly.
Fuck the system, no one touches Jimin's people.
It had been surprisingly easy. Jeongguk was situated at the entrance to the train station a block away from the library, Taehyung was in his cousin's car, and Jimin the one who went into the bank. It was simple, the teller doing her job and Jimin with the extremely realistic water gun hidden in his jacket and a hammer tucked into his boot should something happen to him. No one had seemed to notice the teller pulling out 50's and 100's and calmly handing them over to Jimin to put into his messenger bag (it's not a purse no matter what Jeongguk says).
Jimin was supposed to get in the car that Taehyung was going to have parked down the street (a toyota) and as soon as Jimin got out of the bank and then they'd drive to Jeongguk with the money and rework the bank stuff in a few days before Seokjin was any the wiser.
The problem had been Jimin was jumpy, antsy and nervous having never robbed a bank before and almost panicked at the teller window when the girl looked ready to scream. Then she had screamed when he was halfway across the floor and he'd nearly gotten eaten by the doors as the bank went on lock down and the security guards rushed out. Jimin had tried to look normal, casually walking to the car he thought was Taehyung's and getting in.
Except it wasn't Taehyung's, it was some guy on his lunch break in a car that looked like Taehyung's and Jimin can't believe this is really his life.
"What sort of punk ass kid robs a bank with a goddamn water gun?" the guy is berating him, having caught Jimin off guard on the way to the library to knock the 'gun' out of his hands. Then the guy found out Jimin wasn't holding a loaded gun but instead a plastic toy filled with red water from food coloring. The guy didn't look impressed (though he did look kind of embarrassed).
"A really desperate one?" Jimin suggests, and jerks out of the way when the guy tries to smack him with the fake gun. "Hey!"
"What are you doing?" the guy asks, sounding disappointed in him, like Jimin has let him down personally. "You're too young to be fucking up like this in life. C'mon."
"Shut up, you don't know anything about my life," Jimin snaps, hand going straight for the hammer. He'll break down this energy conserving car door if he has to if this guy is taking him to the cops.
The guy looks at him curiously. "Okay, then explain to me why you need to rob a goddamn bank when you barely look legal to vote."
"I'm nineteen!"
"Barely legal to vote," the guy repeats angrily and swerves the car into a parking space so fast Jimin smacks his head against the window painfully.
"Mother fucker!"
"That's my goddamn line when I have a fugitive in the car," the guy is growling, and grabs Jimin's arm roughly. "Come on."
Looking up through the windshield, Jimin freezes, taking in the police station. "No," he immediately says (not whimpers) and - oh god, no. Yep, he's crying. He's crying and the guy is looking at him like he's suddenly lost all ability to be a hardass and has no idea what to do with a juvenile delinquent crying angrily in the front seat of his car.
"Um."
"I had to get the money for my friend, okay?" Jimin sobs furiously, glaring at the man. "He was- he did something really fucking stupid and he's probably gonna get his ass beat - if not killed - and I just- look, he's like a brother to me and-"
"I can't believe this," the guy is saying, shaking his head like Jimin is ruining his life. Well, fuck you too.
"If you don't take me to the library then I swear I'll-"
"What?" the guy demands, turning to him. "Squirt water at me?"
"I have a hammer!"
"Do I look like a goddamn nail?" the man yells, and then stops, flopping back into the front seat of his car. "Fuck, I thought I was done with all this shit after Vegas," he grumbles under his breath before pushing his hair off his face. "Look kid, crime isn't a life-"
"Fuck off, what do you know." Jimin wipes his face furiously. "Look, if you're going to turn me in, just fucking do it. My friends are as good as dead anyway."
The guy looks at him for a while, just frowning and with his dyed gray hair falling into his face from whatever 'cool flashy' new haircut he's rocking. It doesn't look bad actually, and neither does the guy now Jimin looks at him. Not so old after all, the hair just was confusing to Jimin's panic-mode brain. "Jackson is gonna be so fucking difficult after this," the guy grumbles before suddenly reversing out of the space and driving with more recklessness than Jimin would ever expect from a guy driving a Prius.
"What the fuck?"
"Who is it that's threatening you?" the guy demands, and Jimin stares as he flips open the center console and pulls out-
"Is that a fucking gun?"
"I would ask if you've never seen a gun before but considering you just tried to threaten me with a goddamn water pistol," the guy rolls his eyes while nearly running a red light, accelerating dangerously towards the library. "Who are the people fucking with you?"
"The-" Jimin's hands are white on the straps of his bag filled with money and the handle of the car door. "The BASTARZ," he stammers out.
"Trust myself to get one of the ground water kids who gets messed up with Zico throwing himself in my car," the guy grumbles, and suddenly turns down a back alley too fast for Jimin to do anything but scream and hold on. "It's just a turn, keep it quiet!"
"I'm sorry, I'm just having my life flash before my eyes!" Jimin yelps. This is everything and worse that he could have imagined. Jimin is going to die after having robbed a bank and he's never even been outside the country before, let alone fallen in love or done anything meaningful with his short life.
"Come on," the guy says, suddenly stopping by a local dive bar and slinging himself out of the car. Jimin, for lack of reason, gets out and follows him, holding his bag to his chest. His phone rings in his pocket, and he answers, which the guy ignores, just keeps walking to the bar.
"Where the fuck are you? I thought you were dead!" Taehyung is yelling at him over the line.
"I think I am going to be dead," Jimin whimpers. "I got into the wrong car with this guy who I thought was totally a wuss but then he pulled a gun and me and I seriously think I'm going to die, he's leading me into this dive bar and what if it's full of cannibals? What if they're going to sell me into the sex trade? Why do I keep thinking like you do when I'm scared like this!"
"I dunno, maybe I'm just the sane one who covers all the worst case scenario bases so the actual reality isn't so bad," Taehyung suggests. "Don't die, though. You still owe me a pizza for beating you in poker last night."
"How can you be thinking of pizza at a time like this!" Jimin hisses angrily as the guy pushes open the door and glares at him.
"I'm hungry!"
"Your best friend is about to fucking die and you-"
"Put your goddamn phone away," the guy says and pushes Jimin inside. It is, indeed, just a dive bar, though Jimin immediately recognizes members of BASTARZ. "Where's Zico?"
"Who wants to know?" one of the guys asks, squinting from a pool table and looking shady as fuck and ready to kill Jimin with one of those pool cues.
"Namjoon," Jimin's accidental driver says. "Tell him Rap Jack is back and an old friend wants to talk to him."
Jimin stares, slack jawed, at this Namjoon guy as the BASTARZ people suddenly shift, looking uneasy, and one of them goes off to the back. "You're-"
"I'm not Jackson, if that's what you're going to ask," Namjoon says, turning to him with an almost bored expression. "But you better as fuck believe you're not getting off the hook after this with me."
"What do you want from me?" Jimin asks, voice shaking slightly as he stares at one might potentially be one of the most notorious criminals in the country that had vanished off the face of the world no less than five years back. The Rap Jack team were legends in their time, even Jeongguk speaks about them in awe.
The corner of Namjoon's mouth twitches in a smile. "I always need people to come and help me out with yard work," he says, just as Zico walks out from the back of the room and bellows "Fucking bullshit!"
"Yard work?"
"Take it or leave it," Namjoon shrugs.
"Take it," Jimin says hastily, watching as Zico stalks towards them looking like a very menacing bird.
"Good answer," Namjoon says with a grin before turning to Zico.
Jimin spent a week in jail, 'repenting for his crimes'. Jail wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, especially knowing that prison was a leg up (or down?) in terms of being no fun. But he'd gone to jail after going back to the bank and returning the money and turning himself in, leaving Jeongguk and Taehyung out of it (the ungrateful bastards).
On the other end of things, the BASTARZ had returned the money Jeongguk lost to them, wired it straight back into Seokjin's account without him ever finding out, meaning Jeongguk got to keep his ears and his balls both. This was lucky for him, considering he seemed to value all of those things immensely.
As for the repayment...
"I don't get why we have to muck up this guys yard," Taehyung whines, looking towards where Namjoon is sitting on his porch, drinking a lemonade, and watching the three of his new 'bitch boys' clean up his swamp of a lawn. "Like, what gives? Shouldn't this just be Jeongguk's job or your job?"
"It's rehabilitation for our negative youthful rebellion," Jimin recites darkly, looking towards Namjoon. "Because 'stealing is wrong' or some bullshit."
"Stealing is kind of wrong," Taehyung grumbles. Jimin hits him over the head with his rake and gets a scream of protest. "What! I just borrow without permission and never give it back!"
"That's because no one wants back the food you borrowed," Jeongguk points out with a sigh. "That'd be asking for your shit."
"Thank you for that," Jimin tells him, and then grimaces at the sound of a bell.
"I seriously love that Seokjin got me this," Namjoon says with a grin when Jimin trudges over to him and waits expectantly. That's another thing, apparently Seokjin, their 'mentor', and Namjoon go back, like way back. Like grew up together used to ride at the back of the bus and Namjoon stole the bullies lunch money way back sort of shit. Old school.
Seokjin got him a tiny serving bell, supposedly to help 'keep the boys in line' and Jimin feels like a slave.
"What?"
"Manners."
"What is it, Namjoon?"
"I wanted to tell you that there are some weeds in this area of the lawn," Namjoon says, gesturing to the overgrown flowerbed that's right in front of the deck where Namjoon is sitting. "They could do with being taken care of while your friends clean up the lawn."
Jimin doesn't even answer, just keeps his damn mouth shut and goes about throwing his rake to the side so he can start pulling up the weeds Namjoon mentioned. "What kind of gardener are you to let your house get like this?"
"I'm not a gardener, but my ex used to be," Namjoon explains, sipping on his lemonade. "I can tell you about him if you're interested."
"Not really," Jimin grunts, pulling up another weed.
"This place could use a nice touch though," Namjoon muses. "What do you think? Hostas or ferns in these front beds? Or holly?"
"Why not just grow vegetables," Jimin mutters, not expecting Namjoon to hear him.
"Well, with you here every day to take care of them, that's not such a bad idea," Namjoon says and Jimin's head snaps up to Namjoon's smile. "It'll be a fun summer, won't it?"
Never again, Jimin swears, is he going to listen to Taehyung and one of his stupid plans to do something like rob a bank to solve their problems. Though, he considers as he does end up letting Namjoon tell him stories (which are kind of funny) about his ex, it could have been a lot worse.
Passing the torch onto
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