"What are we doing here, hyung?" Jungkook asked as both the men got off of the bus. Saturday had rolled around and as it was one of their days off, the men were finally free from the grasps of the small little gremlins. Without telling Jungkook what he was planning on doing, Yoongi had abruptly forced Jungkook to come with him on the bus they usually took to work, except this time, they didn't get off at their usual stop.

After a little walking with the silent Yoongi, Jungkook had realised that for some reason, Yoongi had brought him to the beach. As soon as he saw the crisp beige colour of the sand, the endless blue of ocean, and smelt the salty water, he was ecstatic. "Hyung! You should have told me we were coming here! I would have brought my bucket and spade!"

Yoongi tried to ignore the man child as he continued on his rant about how you couldn't possibly visit the beach without making a sand castle and that, in order to make one you needed a bucket and spade. Obviously Jungkook had assumed they were going to the beach to play. No, Yoongi was coming to the beach for a rust free and complimentary shower, using the cheap soap he had bought in his pocket.

That was it.

Then he had groceries to do, and the landlord to call. He didn't have time to play at the beach. He was an adult, and in the desirable reality where the world made sense, Jungkook should have been one too, but Jungkook was not.

"Oh my gosh! That guy is so hot, Lila! Go ask him out!" Yoongi overheard as he walked past a group of bikini clad beach goers. "The pink haired one?" One of the girls answered, and Yoongi was sure she was pointing in his direction.

The other girl screeched. "No! Eww! The brunette guy! The pink haired one looks like a depressed rat!"

Now that's just mean.

It wasn't too soon before one of the girls, a rather attractive raven haired girl, approached Jungkook, swaying her hips and batting her eyelashes as if he actually had the maturity to read the signals she was giving. "Hey hottie. Whatchya say you join me for a while?" She purred, placing a finger on his chest, and slowly sliding it down. Jungkook didn't even flinch; he just smiled as if she was giving him a handshake. "Oh, I'm not very hot right now. My clothes are actually keeping me cool." He told her, a child-like brightness on his face.

Of course, because the girl was in Yoongi's way, he couldn't move and so had to listen to all the bullshit she spouted. He'd admit it was slightly entertaining to see this girl try to flirt with his immature cousin. No doubt she'd soon be turned off when she realised that Jungkook didn't understand any of the shit she was saying.

As Yoongi had expected, the girl looked a little surprised by Jungkook's response at first, but she soon began giggling. "Sure you are, handsome. But I could do something to you that would make you heat up real fast." Yoongi cringed in disgust, but Jungkook didn't seem to be bothered. "No thanks," He dismissed her, pointing towards the sky, "The sun already does that for me, and I don't like heat very much."

The girl gaped in confusion at the boy, but after glancing at Yoongi's smirking face, she felt humiliated and decided to try harder. She fished out a random piece of paper from her pocket. "Well, you can call me; my parents' landline number is on here." She pointed to the long line of numbers on the paper. "My name is Nicole, by the way." Jungkook took the piece of paper from her, looking at the numbers on the paper as if it was some foreign message.

Instead of telling her he'd call her; Jungkook began folding the paper several times. The action confused both Nicole and Yoongi, who sat watching him silently as he did so. It wasn't till the end of the folding that both realised it was a paper plane, which Jungkook handed to Nicole with a sweet and innocent smile. "Dad taught me how to do that." He informed her triumphantly, sticking out his chest like a 10 year old boy. "Hope you like it."

Before Nicole could move her gaping jaw to question Jungkook's actions, Jungkook was off and skipping towards the beach. Literally skipping.

Nicole was left, highly confused and rejected. Yoongi, however, was less affected by the boy's action than Nicole, since of course, he had been exposed to it more often. Sending a sneering smirk towards Nicole's shocked face, he brushed past her and followed behind the eager Jungkook.

It wasn't until they made it to the bathrooms that Yoongi finally indicated to anything about what they were doing at the beach. He signalled for the younger man to follow him into the bathrooms, where he pointed to two shower stalls, pulling the soap bar out of his pocket. He split the relatively thin bar into two pieces and handed one to the confused and puppy eyed Jungkook as he tilted his head in the direction of the shower. "Here. Go shower." He curtly told the boy.

Jungkook took the soap, but looked perplexed as he glanced between the shower and Yoongi. "Don't we have a shower at home?"

Yoongi bit back a sigh of frustration at the boy's question. Did he not see the rusty water that flowed through the shower head every time it was used? Like, how dense can you actually get?

"The shower at home needs to be fixed, Jungkook. It's full of rust."

The boy made a quiet 'oh' sound before slowly getting into the stall, slowing closing the door while staring at Yoongi the whole time. Rolling his eyes, Yoongi stepped into the other stall, slowly stripping off the clothes he had managed to keep clean because of the Laundromat in the apartment complex.

He heard Jungkook turn on the water in the shower beside him. Then there was a shriek.

Yoongi sighed as he grasped the taps of his own shower. "What is it now, Jungkook?"

"It's so cold!" Jungkook exclaimed, and Yoongi heard him make a shivering sound. Yoongi pursed his lips as he turned the taps on his shower, releasing icy cold water unto his back. It was then, as he leapt back and screeched out a vulgar word, that he realised Jungkook had a point. Yoongi had expected the water to be at the least, tepid – due to the weather outside, but the water was freezing, and suddenly pouring it all over hot skin didn't feel nice.

The only less uncomfortable measure was to slowly adapt his body to the temperature by exposing one limb at a time to the water. He began by putting his arm in, only to the shoulder. "Jungkook," He instructed the younger boy with the same reasoning he told himself, "Just slowly get in. Put your arm in first."

After slowly getting into the water this time, it wasn't long before the two were both scrubbing away, finally washing themselves in clean and refreshing water. However, when the showers turned off and both were looking to get changed again, Yoongi realised something.

He hadn't bought towels.

He groaned in frustration, fisting his hair in his hands. Why? Why had he come all the way there, but without any towels? Now what was he supposed to do?

"Hyung? Are you alright?" Jungkook asked, his voice echoing through the stall beside Yoongi. "Also, can I have a towel? The wind is making me cold." He added, making a shivering sound again.

"Jungkook, I didn't bring any."

"Oh."

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"Hyung, the people are looking at us." Jungkook whispered to his elder cousin as both the men sat with their clothes sticking to their wet skin and their hair dripping more water onto their clothes. Several of the people sitting across from them had been staring at them for most of the ride back to their apartments.

Already pissed off as it was, Yoongi sent the nosy passengers across from him and his cousin a scathing glare, warning them with his eyes to back off. Unsettled by the glare, most of the people tore their gaze away from the men.

It was a long ride home for the cousins. Luckily, due to the heat of the day, most of their clothes dried up fairly quickly, so they weren't so hindered on their long climb up the flight of stairs in the apartment complex. When they finally climbed the stairs and made it back into their apartment, Yoongi was quick to grab the number for the landlord, which was on a magnetic card on the fridge.

He headed to the front door. When he reached the door, he pulled the handle and called to his cousin, who was sitting backwards on the couch, looking at the traffic below the apartment through the window behind the couch. "Jungkook, I'm just going to call the landlord. Stay here and don't get into trouble." His cousin turned his head to look at him, nodding like a small child. "Ok, Hyung! I promise I'll be good!" He exclaimed brightly.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he pulled open the door, and walked out, locking it behind him. "You'd better." He huffed. He wasn't so sure he could leave the child man alone in the apartment. There was a possibility the leaving the boy alone could result in the worst of outcomes, but Yoongi didn't want the boy to be pestering him while he was calling the owner of the apartment.

Striding down the stairs and out of the apartment complex, he found the telephone box beside the bus station where the men usually boarded the bus to work. Nervously, he picked up the telephone and shoved a spare coin he had in his pocket into the machine. He placed the phone between his ear and shoulder as he typed in the phone number on one hand and held the landlord's magnetic business card on the other.

He bit his lip as the called dialled. He had never conversed with the landlord before; in fact he barely knew whether it was a landlord or landlady. The only thing he knew about the person was that they shouldn't own an apartment complex. Not only that, but calling the owner of your apartment was a nerve wracking thing to do for the first time. Yoongi had never lived anywhere outside his father's estate before. He never had to worry about calling up landlords or having to pay the rent, because his father owned and had paid for the place. Yoongi had thought that because he was the heir, he would never have to leave his father's estate. It was a luxury he had taken for granted, he realised it now.

The phone dialled a few more times before a voice sounded through the speakers. "Hello? Who is this?" It was a male's voice, coarse and covered in a thick accent. "Uh, this is Mi-...Kim Yoongi." Yoongi stuttered, mentally kicking himself over the slip of tongue. The man on the other line spoke again.

"I not know a Kim Yoongi."

Yoongi frowned, confused. Was the name not on the tenancy papers? "I'm a resident in your apartment complex."

"Ohh!" The man on the other line exclaimed. "Yes, yes, my apart-a-mint. How you like?" The man asked as if the apartment was actually in a condition suitable for living.

"I don't like." Yoongi informed him in the same grammatically incorrect way, "There's rust in the shower – in the pipes."

"There's a roast in the shower?" The old man asked, misunderstanding Yoongi's statement.

"Rust." Yoongi corrected slowly, inhaling heavily to keep himself from losing it at the man. "There is rust in the water pipes, and not only in the shower. It's in the whole house. I can't use any of the water."

"Ahh," The man hummed, "You cannot use water, because you not turn faucet on. Faucet turn on first and water come out, ok?"

Did he just not hear anything I just said?! Yoongi gritted to himself, tightening his grip against the phone. "I said there's rust in the water. I've already turned the faucets on and they come out brown, you know, brown like shit?!"

"There is shit in your water?"

"RUST!" Yoongi roared into the phone, seeing the concerned gazes of passer-bys in his peripheral vision.

The man on the other side of the phone tsked. "Calm down, calm down, my son. I know what you want now. I know what your problem is."

Yoongi exhaled in relief, slopping against the transparent walls of the phone box. Finally.

"You have a rats problem, eh? My friend pest control good. He come fix-a your rat problem."

Yoongi ran a hand along his face as he listened to the man. "Rust. I said rust." He repeated again, this time sounding like a broken record as he breathily spoke.

"Yes, yes, Rats. I know, I know. They pesty little-a creatures. My friend will come get them, and they will be gone, ok?"

Yoongi stayed silent, blankly staring at the cars passing through the road in front of him as he felt his soul leave his body. Why did this man even own an apartment complex?

The man continued through Yoongi's silence. "Ok, I got to go now, ok? The rats will be gone in no time, ok? Ok goodbye."

There was several beeps from the phone as the man, who had not even bothered to inform Yoongi of his name, had hung up. Feeling drained of life and energy after the call with the man, Yoongi placed the phone up on the holder and trudged back to the apartment entry. 

A/N:

Hi, sorry this one was pretty dry. I've been writing it for like three days because I've been so busy and I just wanted to finally complete and publish it. Think of it as a filler chapter lol

What was your favourite part? 

Anyway have a good day/good night/good afternoon :))))