Now this is a lot of young YoonNamJin! A little angsty but let's be real, this whole story is. Parts 1, 2, and 3 are in the collections Forever Young and Fanfictions!! Next part will be Hobi~
It was the 9th grade and Min Yoongi was taking an advanced college music course. He'd decided around the age of 9 that he wanted to spend the rest of his life making music, becoming a rapper was his main goal but when his parents mentioned his future he decided to tell them he wanted to be a music producer, because it sounded a little more professional. His parents put him into piano and violin lessons, classes on video and audio editing, and they were sure to sign him up for any and all advanced music courses they could because if Yoongi, their only son who never got less than a 98% on any exam or class work, was going to throw away his chances at being a doctor or lawyer then he damn well better become the most skilled music producer in all of Korea. They would accept no less. Yoongi, just as he'd promised his parents he would, excelled at everything involving music whether it was playing an instrument, mixing beats, writing lyrics or even just tapping out a melody with his pen. He never gave less than 210% percent when working on his music. He'd skip meals, stay up for days without sleep and turn down invites to parties if he had a song idea in his head. Everyone around his high school knew about him, even when he was only in middle school. Due to his unbelievable work ethic and the overall legend surround his skills, when the teacher announced their newest project would involve partners, everyone and their mother wanted to pair up with Yoongi. The blonde boy however preferred working alone and simply turned his music up louder as people came to his desk, asking if he had a partner. The teacher, who knew that anyone who paired up with Yoongi would expect him to do all of the work and get the credits for it, so in the name of fairness she assigned the pairings. Calling out names, students groaned in response when they found out they wouldn't get to work with Yoongi. Hard glares were shot towards the two boys whose names had been called out for group 6, Yoongi's group. Seokjin's eyes went wide as people stared at him, he was failing the class and had a small hope Yoongi would work his musical magic and get him up to at least a 70% in the class. Namjoon's pen slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor when his name was called, all eyes on him as he awkwardly leaned down to pick it up and bumped his head on the desk as he sat up. Yoongi eyed each of his partners for a few moments before sighing softly, he gathered his bag and made his way over to them. "Got plans after school?" Seokjin opened his mouth to speak but Yoongi cut him off, "Cancel them. You're coming to my house. Bring some clothes, it's probably gonna be an all nighter." Yoongi dropped down into the chair beside Namjoon and the younger of the two felt slightly nervous. They didn't know anything about each other or what kind of music they liked and they were pretty sure Yoongi was going to be a tyrant for the whole project. He was a little bit scary, eyes dark and his mouth set in a straight line whenever he started thinking and when he spoke he was a bit too curt, never sugar coating anything. And Namjoon had thick rimmed glasses and a goofy sort of personality while being a bit too clumsy, making him seem like the comical relief of this weird pairing. Seokjin looked like he spent too much time texting and not enough time studying, he seemed like he'd be pretty stuck up too with the way he kinda looked down at everyone but that may have just been because he was the tallest kid in the 9th grade. Once they met at Yoongi's house however, they quickly found that all of their assumptions had been way off base. When he opened the front door he was wearing Kumamon pajamas and a pair of fuzzy slippers. "I'm more creative when I'm comfy." He said simply in response to the odd look the boys gave him. Once inside, Yoongi led them up to his bedroom that didn't look much like a bedroom but more like a music studio with a pull out couch bed in the room. Namjoon was in awe over all the cool equipment and setups he had, while Seokjin was trying to hold in his laugher as he looked over all the stuffed animals Yoongi kept on his bed. "Ain't shit wrong with having plushies, Seok. They're damn near collectible these days." The oldest male looked at him with wide eyes. "Sorry I didn't mean-" Yoongi cut him off with sweet laugher, clutching his stomach. "You look like a pulled a knife on you or something. Chill a little." Seokjin laughed awkwardly and settled onto the bed between a Kumamon and a large Gudetama that he thought looked a lot like Yoongi. Yoongi and Namjoon had settled into the two spinning office chairs in front of his sound board. Their assignment was to combine two genres of music into one song, at least one minute. Yoongi however always went above and beyond so the requirements set by him for his group would be that they mix 3 genres into a full length song. "What kind of music do you like?" The blonde asks, siting criss-crossed on his chair, a pen and clipboard on his lap. Namjoon could help but admire how professional he looked right there, even in his kid-style pjs. "Hip hop." "Pop." Both answers were blurted at the same time and Yoongi almost rolled his eyes. This project was going to be too easy. Over the next three weeks, Namjoon and Seokjin met at Yoongi's house everyday after school. Sometimes they'd sleep over or sometimes they'd catch the bus home together late at night. And they even hung out together on weekends but only after they'd forced Yoongi to promise he wouldn't make them to work on the song if it wasn't a school day. They got along quite nicely because despite Seokjin's image he was extremely sweet and always brought snacks and essentials to Yoongi's house while they worked and treated them to meals on the weekend. And although Namjoon almost broke a few of Yoongi's records by walking into the stack every other day, he was extremely thoughtful and very skilled when it came to writing lyrics and catching a beat. He and Yoongi had to be the smartest people Seokjin had ever met. Yoongi had sat down with Seokjin for hours on end, coaching him on how to sing on key and with the beat and rather than getting frustrated when Jin couldn't hit a note or stumbled over lyrics, he stayed calm and taught the oldest every trick he knew until they were both confident in his abilities. When Yoongi wasn't coaching Seokjin, he worked diligently on the beat and melody of the song while Namjoon slaved for hours over the lyrics as he tried to fit all three of their voices and styles in one song. It felt like it'd happened too quickly, they perfected the song and turned it in, receiving perfect markings and eventually they no longer had a reason to spend 8 hours a day in Yoongi's small room together. After a week of little contact besides in class chatter, Seokjin had called both of the guys and excitedly told them about how he'd gotten an idea for a new song and wanted to know if they wanted to try it out. Soon enough the three were inseparable again, spending long hours at each other's houses and making mix tapes and filming low quality music videos. Namjoon who was prone to depression like any other tortured poet, used any excuse to hang out with the two older guys, not because he didn't like his family or home but because his smiles came a little easier when Seokjin was laughing like a bottle of windex and he didn't feel like it was hard to breath when Yoongi was showing him how to adjust the reverb in an audio recording. He didn't feel so lonely while on the couch, watching movies with Yoongi snoring beside him and Seokjin hiding behind a pillow during scary scenes, in fact for the first time in his life he felt entirely content. Seokjin had already had a happy home life with parents and a brother who loved him dearly and Namjoon and Yoongi were like his second family. Their friendship was tested for the first time when Yoongi had started fighting with his parents, who'd accused him of stealing money from them for more music equipment. All it took was one slap in the face from his mother, as she called him useless and said he'd never make it in the industry and Yoongi snapped. He stormed out of the house and swore he'd never come back until he was rich and famous and he'd rub it in their faces. This lead to Namjoon being the one to drive to his house and haul all of his belongings to the youngest's house where his parents agreed to let them store it in the basement. Yoongi partied hard and spent his nights on random couches or on Seokjin's bedroom floor until Namjoon had convinced him to ask the old lady at the gas station for a job so he could afford a real bed. Things got better, they were still happy and graduated high school in the top 5 percent of the country, (top 1% for Namjoon.) The younger two both worked at the gas station that brought steady income while they made music and Seokjin had made a website called EatJin! and with a bit of technical help from Yoongi and financial advice from Namjoon he'd turned it into a source of income as people paid to watch him eat and businesses paid him to eat and review their foods. Their friendship was tested once again when Namjoon's parents announced they wanted to move back to the states. The three boy's protested profusely, absolutely refusing the idea of their little group breaking up. Yoongi and Seokjin had hurriedly saved up as much of their income as they could, and convinced Jin's parents to donate to their cause, and brought it to Namjoon and his parents, trying to prove they'd have the funds for Namjoon to stay in Korea with them if they let him. The adults were touched, as Namjoon had never had friends that tried so hard for him, and agreed to let the teen stay behind in their family home on the condition that he was able to cover his basic bills while they continued paying the mortgage. Namjoon picked up a second job at a fast food joint and was able to budget his money wisely enough to pay his bills and still party on the weekends with his boys. Their friendship was tested once again just one month before Christmas, they'd been at the mall getting presents during a large sale, with a stack of coupons that Namjoon had cut out and attempted to teach the older two how to use them and save as much money as possible. They weren't really sure what they'd do without Namjoon's constant planning and budgeting. They'd be 'fuckin broke' as the vulgar blonde boy had put it many times. They'd safely put all of their purchases in Namjoon's house, and were headed to Seokjin's house where they would help his family decorate the tree and attempt to put up the large inflatable Santa and Reindeer that she insisted on having on display in their front yard. Every year the boys did this together, Mr and Mrs Kim always insisting Seokjin's younger friends were family and so they had to be apart of family holiday traditions. This meant Christmas Eve dinner with Seokjin's family before they'd all curl up in the living room, too full to move, and sleep until early morning when they'd wake up and exchange gifts excitedly before heading to Grandma's house and exchanging gifts with even more family members. Yoongi and the guys would always drop a few gifts off at his aunts house and leave them on the porch while his family slept, labeled for his baby cousin Jungkook and his friend Taehyung whom were the only family members he ever really missed after moving out on his own. Namjoon was driving and Yoongi had the aux cord, blasting the new Kanye West album and they were both laughing loudly as Seokjin danced horribly around the backseat and sang along to the female parts of the song. He'd swerved to the side to let a few fire trucks and ambulances pass as their sirens blared loudly, and Yoongi joked softly, "Someone must've called about my mix tape." They all laughed and teased him about it. It wasn't until Namjoon had pulled onto Seokjin's street that they'd seen the fire ablaze, three houses were up in flames, roofs collapsing and windows broken as smoke escaped into the night sky. A horrified shriek had escaped Seokjin's lips, his family's home smack dab in the middle of the commotion, almost unrecognizable as flames engulfed the entire stature. Namjoon stopped the car in the middle of the road as Yoongi flung the door open, running towards the house with Seokjin on his heels, both screaming for his parents and brother. Namjoon lagged behind, taking a moment to look around at the spectators and people crowding the ambulances, hoping and praying that he'd see Jin's family among them. His head snapped toward Yoongi who was screaming and cursing at the police officer that was holding him back and Seokjin was sobbing as he struggled in a fireman's hold. They tried telling the boys it was too dangerous to get any closer but the boys screamed and thrashed in their arms because Mr and Ms Kim were still in there and Seokhyun was still in there and they could be dying and Jin couldn't just wait outside, he needed to go in there and get them out, NOW. And Yoongi who'd found the Kim's to be the best family ever had couldn't not try to save them. Despite his pleading they'd refused, pushing him back towards the crowd and Namjoon was freaking out, trying to get any information from anyone he could but everyone seemed to be ignoring the rowdy teens. He'd looked up to see Yoongi on the ground, sobbing and screaming hysterically as a police officer cuffed him and dragged him away from the scene, the only thing they could think to do to subdue him as he violently tried pushing past him and getting into the house. They watched, horrified as the second floor started to collapse, firemen rushing out of the house and Namjoon struggled to watch as each one came out empty handed, his heart clenching in his chest painfully. The neighbors watched as Seokjin broke down on the side walk, crying and shouting for his family that never made it out of the fire. People stared and whispered as the three teens, one in handcuffs, another screaming wildly and the youngest dropping to his knees with a broken sob, sat and mourned their family together. Namjoon wasn't strong enough to get behind the wheel that night, Yoongi would've driven them off of the road in a rage or emotions and Seokjin was just too far gone, too deep in his thoughts to hear or see anything around him. Mark and Jackson, Yoongi's friends who lived in the neighborhood had came by to see the fire, and were shocked to see their friend in the state he was and offered to drive them back to Namjoon's place so they wouldn't have to stare at the wreck that was once Seokjin's home. That night none of them slept, they simply sat at the dining room table, crying until all of their tears had dried up and then a few minutes would pass before a loud sob rocked through one of them and it set off a chain reaction of sobbing. It was a few days before Yoongi had the courage to go back to the remains of the house, Seokjin was supposed to go retrieve the few things that had survived the fire, like his mother's safe full of legal documents and bank account information, but he was still unable to get out of bed and begged his friend to go for him. When he'd finally forced himself to get out of his bed, Jackson had picked him up and brought him to the house and he broke down again, sobbing into his friend's shoulder. He'd found a home with Seokjin's family and it had been cruelly ripped away from him. It took him nearly two hours to shove the few belongings into the trunk of Jackson's car because every step he took in the house had felt heavier and heavier in his heart. They never had the closure of a funeral for his family as they were only ash by the time the fire was put out, so they'd make a makeshift memorial in Namjoon's backyard, Yoongi used a pocket knife to carve their names and memorial dates into the large oak trees scattered around the yard and Seokjin had taken the time to plant his mother's favorite flowers around the trees when spring time came. The holidays were a miserable affair even though they had attempted to celebrate because they knew Mrs. Kim would've hit them each upside the head if they'd told her they wouldn't celebrate Christmas. With a small 3 ft tall tree, decorated to the bare minimum, the boys barely left their rooms on Christmas Day, the reminder of what plans they'd had with their family that night made them sick to their stomachs. Slowly but surely the boys settled into a new routine. Yoongi still lived in his apartment and spent many nights with his friends while Seokjin now lived with Namjoon full time. They'd found living together to be perfect. Seokjin took care of Namjoon who's depression often made it hard to eat or sleep while the younger boy slowly rekindled Seokjin's bright personality and love of life. The fourth and most recent test of their friendship was a night when Jin had curled up onto Namjoon's lap after dinner, taking a nap as his tummy settled. They'd fallen asleep like that, snuggled up cutely on the couch only to be woken in the middle of the night when Yoongi called them, sounding more stressed than they'd ever heard him before. They'd met Tae a few times and saw Jungkook weekly after the teen had moved in with Yoongi and the idea of him being involved with a murder seemed too far from the boy's sweet nature. But as Yoongi divulged into details around the girl that had been abused, describing her scars and fresh wounds the two were quick to join Taehyung's side in the matter. After a promise from Taehyung that he'd take the fall alone if the murder came back to him, Seokjin and Namjoon had a small discussion in which they agreed to let the boy live with them. It was awkward at first when Taehyung had come home with Namjoon that day. He was still too shaken up to really pay attention as Seokjin showed him around their home and described their schedules to him. They weren't sure what to do that night as they sat together in the living room, listening to Taehyung's soft sobs in the bedroom upstairs. Things slowly fell into place in both households, at NamJin's house, Taehyung had become like their son, sitting up late at night and listening to Namjoon's philosophy documentaries and waking up early so Seokjin could teach him a new breakfast recipe that they would broadcast themselves eating on EatJin! At Yoongi's apartment, Jimin and Jinri had reconciled their bond and we're just as close as they were when they were little kids at grandma's house. Jungkook had fully recovered from the abuse and trauma he'd suffered, now accepting and loving himself and his sexuality. Yoongi no longer drank his nights away but instead began working on music again, usually with Jinri curled up at his side. She reminded him of a cat, she was quiet and moved slowly around the house, never really getting in anyone's way. She hadn't yet recovered from the years of abuse she'd suffered, still jumping at any loud noises, waking up with night terrors and if anyone said her name in what sounded like the slightest twinge of anger she'd apologize profusely before hiding away. Yoongi had slowly become her rock. She liked him mostly because he really resembled a rock! He didn't make any sudden movements like Jungkook did, or talk loudly like Jimin, he never had the disapproving tone that Namjoon sometimes did. He was quiet and didn't ever do anything that could frighten her and she loved it. Jinri spent hours at his side in his makeshift studio, proud to call herself his biggest fan. And sometimes he'd use her as his muse. Jimin had joined dance classes and when he wasn't there, he and Jungkook spent hours in the gym working on their bodies. Finally all 7 of them had a place in life were they felt like they belonged. But something, or someone rather, seemed to be missing. Like they'd all fit together and were just waiting on the last piece of the puzzle. A piece they'd find in Jung Hoseok.