When Jimin's awake, the boy is already up and he's been staring closely into Jimin's face. Jimin yelps and backs away in surprise.    "The sun is out." The boy says. "The people in this village start working when the sun is out. We should also start looking."   Jimin looks at the watch on his wrist. "6:15. Are you seriously in such a hurry?"   "What's 6:15?"   "Time? As of, right now?"   "You give numbers to the time?"   "I didn't. It's just a way of telling time." Jimin tries to push the boy away. "Let me breath. Anyway, um, yeah. So…"   "What?"   Jimin hesitates. The boy frowns and the deadly green eyes return.    Jimin raises both his hands. "I'm not trying to avoid your task. A promise is a promise. It's just… My systems don't normally start working until 9 am."   The boy cranes his head to the side.    "Can I sleep a little more?" Jimin says again. "Like, at least till the sun is hotter?"   "The sun is always hot."   Jimin grits his teeth. "3 more hours. Please."   "No. We go now."   Jimin tosses around, fakes a sob as he struggles to his feet. "I seriously hate this job."   -   Jimin is folding his stuffs back into his backpack when he notices the boy gathering something off the floor. When he looks closer, he finds that the boy is packing gold coins and small pieces of diamond.    "What are you doing?"   "You said we will have to travel far. These will feed us."   "No, I mean, what are you doing only gathering the small ones? Take the bigger ones." Jimin grabs a diamond pendent the size of an orange. "Like this."   "No." The boy looks stern. "These aren't mine. I only took it from the people from one century to another because they were fighting each other because of it. Humans are scary. They can kill each other for something such as these."   When the boy looks up again, he finds Jimin stuffing his backpack with gold necklace and big diamonds. The boy glares.    Jimin pours them all back into the pile and lets out a pouty face.    The boy tosses him a few empty sacks.   "Help me fill these sacks so we lock them in the vault."   Jimin's eyes widen. "You have a vault?!"   The boy nods.    "Full of golds?!"   Nod again.   Jimin looks around in awe. These—all of these stuffs—he can live without a day of struggle. But the boy—despite centuries of suffering—doesn't want what isn't his. He seems to be ready to suffer as long as he doesn't take what doesn't belong to him.    "Just what kind of stupidity is this?" Jimin murmurs to himself.      After they've filled the sacks with everything, which accounts for 4 sacks, Jimin struggles pulling them after the boy. They descend the stairs, open some secret doors, more stairs, and more, until Jimin is convinced he is lost.    "Are we there yet?"   The boy doesn't reply nor does he offer to help pulling.    Jimin looks around. He sees nothing except the back of the boy's head. His long black hair stuck to his nape. Jimin unknowingly reaches forward and brushes it off, resulting in the boy stopping his steps and turning around with furrow brows.    "What are you doing?"   "Flirting?"   The boy glares. "We're here."   "Are you sure? Cause I can't see a thing."   The boy reaches to the wall and places his palm against it. The walls light up. Jimin stiffens.    "This is so weird."   "Weirder than turning a dragon back into a boy?"   "Fair point."   The wall slides over and reveals the vault. Jimin sees what he knows many people would kill to have. Gold. Diamond. More sacks. Jewels. Everything he's seen upstairs except ten times double.    "You're kidding." He mumbles in disbelief. The boy signals him to throw the sacks inside and he does. "All of these fortune and I can't even have a pendent."   "These are not yours to take."   "Would you even know what's missing if I just stole some?"   "I wouldn't. But you would, and that knowledge would bug you for the rest of your life."   "Humph." Jimin tosses the last sack inside, his muscles throb a little. "All done."   The boy pulls his hand away from the wall and the vault