I don’t know exactly how I did it, all I really know is that both my legs and arms were sore and we made it back to my house right in time to meet the pizza delivery man. Yoongi was passed out on my bed while I enjoyed my slice of pepperoni pizza while staring at him from the floor, since he literally took up all the space on my bed. Additionally, to my luck Himchan was already fast asleep in his own room downstairs even though it was a struggle to quietly get past him.

     After I had finished my dinner, I had finally decided I was bored enough to treat Yoongi’s wounds. Grabbing my first aid kit from under my bed I forcefully pushed his sleeping body to make room and took a seat on the bed next to the sleeping mess and disinfected all his wounds, before applying ointment and turning to grab a band-aid. After unwrapping the bandage I looked up to come face to face with an ugly dwarf looking at me straight in the eye.

“Aaah-- my gosh you freaking scared me!” I hissed smacking his face away sort of ruining the whole healing process. Yoongi groaned in pain while his hands held his face in pain glaring at me, “Oh my god, what’s your freaking problem, kid?!”

I stood up throwing the band-aid I was supposed to use at him, “Excuse you! You should be thanking me, Min Yoongi!”

     The atmosphere suddenly grew quiet and Yoongi took the chance to survey where exactly he was. “Is this your house?” Yoongi questioned, ruffling his hair and shaking his head to wake himself up.

“Obviously, sherlock..” I mumbled, before focusing on Yoongi and glaring, “So you spend your free time at clubs and spend other people’s money?”

Yoongi scoffed, “Don’t get too involved in my business kid.”

“You’re right,” I shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t care if you waste your life away.”

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