Min Yoongi never professed to be anything less than the -talking, weed smoking, rule breaking, occasionally-an- eighteen year old he was. He was senior now though and honestly he no longer felt the need to prove himself. They all knew him, teachers, students and delinquents, he'd wreaked enough chaos that he could retire now. He smiled to himself and slung his nearly empty bag over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom where he'd sat for three full hours to the surprise, and then trepidation of the mousy Mr. Lewis.

He walked down the deserted corridors and left the science building entirely before heading to the roof over the arts building that he'd long commanded as his own. Once there he dropped his bag unceremoniously on the ground and dragged the only chair there into the shade and sat on it. He leaned back and pulled out a blunt he'd been saving all day. He deserved it, he reasoned, lighting up and taking a drag. The smoke filled his lungs and he held it there a second, savoring it, before letting it out slowly through his nose.

"I was starting to think you were quieting down this year."

Yoongi's head snapped up and he rolled his eyes and sank back further in the chair when he saw who he knew that voice belong to.

"How optimistic of you," Yoongi replied. He took another drag and turned to face the intruder before blowing it out in his direction.

Kim Seokjin, the smug self-professed thorn in Yoongi's side for the past three years, looked down at him and smirked. "Yes, well, I'm nothing if not optimistic." 
He walked over to Yoongi, ignoring the smoke, and plucked the blunt from his fingers. He dropped it to the ground and crushed it.

Yoongi groaned. "So you're gonna bust me for a single blunt?"

Jin shrugged, but none of his perfectly manicured badge wearing neatly tucked parts moved. Yoongi frowned minutely, he hated Jin's hair the most. The wind could be howling but every hair on his brilliant head stood in place. "I don't know yet."

"Well could you make up your mind? I'm getting old now, Jinnie, my blood pressure rises more quickly than it used to and your face is too close to me." Yoongi looked away from Jin and pulled out his cellphone.

Jin chuckled, low and amused, before he stopped and spoke with all trace of humor gone "Your third years. Control them. I don't need them running amok in my school. I have more important matters to attend to."

Yoongi let the words hang for a moment before responding. "That sounds an awful lot like a request. For you. What does that get me?"

Jin snatched the phone from his hands and Yoongi whirled around to face him. "Control them Yoongi." Jin ground out the words and Yoongi wanted nothing more than to punch him in his perfect face as soon as he recovered from the initial tremor the venom in Jin's voice sent through him. Instead he sat there staring dumbly at him, fury shining in his eyes as Jin walked away. It took a while for him to realize Jin still had his phone.

***

It was a week before Yoongi got his phone back.

The third years were always a pain, hormones kicking in and voices cracking, but he'd been giving them free reign because he couldn't be bothered and they weren't doing anything truly damaging to his empire. But apparently they were bothering Jin. And Jin made it his business too. Yoongi wasn't pleased but he needed his phone. Of course he could easily replace it but it was the principle of the thing.

Yoongi picked the phone up off his pillow where Jin had evidently broken in and left it, and turned it over in his hands checking it for changes. Not a scratch, he thought, and it pissed him off more than a few scratches would have. That was one less thing to seek revenge for. The phone was locked too, so Jin couldn't get in, another downer. Yoongi groaned and tossed the offending object on the bed. He needed a break. And to kick Jin's .

He loosened his tie further and shrugged out of his jacket. Then he rolled up his sleeves and stuffed some rolling paper and weed into his pocket before leaving the room and locking the door behind him.

Two fourth years stood at the end of the corridor on guard though Yoongi had no need for them. They started when he came towards them and looked ready to follow. Yoongi quelled their zeal with a look and they shrunk back to the wall. It was funny how much bigger than Yoongi they all were at that age (and younger and younger these days) but they all looked up to him, respected him...and some, feared him.

Yoongi walked down to the first floor, out of that dorm building and into the fading light of late afternoon. He slipped his earbuds in and scrolled through his playlist to find Saero and put the four existing songs on repeat.

He slipped past Jin's prefect easily, they were amateurs and even if they did see him there wasn't anything they could do. He had another place he went to and this was one no one knew about - not even Jin who seemed to know everything that happened in the school. He passed the chapel, went out into the cemetery and continued on into the abandoned shed where people used to get flowers when they visited before they had the new setup and the gift shop.

Yoongi lifted the latch and went inside, flipping on his small lantern hanging near the back when he did. He made his way to the workbench and sat down, breathing out a sigh. He pulled out the rolling paper and weed and made a couple blunts. When he was done he lifted the first to his mouth and set it between his lips before lighting it and dragging smoke from it that seemed to move right through him.

A few hours later saw him feeling significantly better than he was feeling before but just this side of being really stoned. He'd written a few...things during the time as well. They weren't songs exactly and no one would hear him rap them but the web covered tools in the corner of the shed but getting on paper always mad him feel lighter. He hadn't had an easy life, and while he wasn't gonna about it to a 'therapist' hired by his paranoid douche bag brother to certify him even less capable of running the family business than he already said and felt himself he was content to scribble his thoughts on paper.

Yoongi switched off the lantern and made a mental note to buy more batteries for it the week following. He left the shed the way he'd come and clicked the latch back into place before turning away. He picked his way through the now dark cemetery and back to the chapel. However he stopped short the next building over and quickly his himself in the shadows. There, with a hood over his head, was a person who was unmistakably Kim Seokjin, Head Boy, sneaking out the side entrance used by staff.

Where are you going, Yoongi thought, ignoring the tiny voice in his head that questioned how he could recognize Jin from that far away and outside of uniform. Before he could think better of it Yoongi cut across the yard sticking close to the buildings and followed Jin. It wasn't like Yoongi hadn't snuck out before, but it had long lost its appeal like most things had. This, however, was brand new and Yoongi's curiosity was certainly peaked.