Just as Yoongi had expected, George had brought along something harmful: a Nerf dart blaster.

George took it up to the front of the class, beside his disappointed teacher, and held it up for the class to see. "I stole this from my brother! It's a new Nerf dart blaster!" He proclaimed triumphantly as all the kids 'woahed' and 'wowed' at the small weapon in his hands.

Yoongi attempted to reach out and disarm him of the weapon. "That's great. Now put it back in the bag." He ordered. The boy shook his head defiantly as he kept waving it around for the children.

Yoongi gritted his teeth together. "George," He said lowly, "Put the dart blaster away." Who knew what the child was capable with that thing in his hands?

Instead of listening, George simply shook his head with a mischievous grin. Yoongi huffed as he reached out to grab the blaster off the boy. The boy dodged his hand, walking backwards to stay out of his reach. The other children watched intently between the two as Yoongi scowled and rose from his seat to snatch the toy off the child, which sent George running away.

I don't get paid enough for this shit. Yoongi groaned to himself as he pathetically chased after the boy, feeling tired within a few minutes of the cat and mouse game. "George, stop running around and put the gun away before you hurt someone!" Yoongi snapped as he stopped, leaning down with his hands unto his knees to pant out his frustrated breaths.

Yoongi wished he could send Jungkook after the kid as the younger had a lot more energy, but as usual he was sitting in the corner, whimpering to himself. Hey George, want to try your blaster out? Yoongi thought of asking. He couldn't say that, however, as it would be too 'immature'. Of course, he had to be the only adult.

"George, come on, stop running." Yoongi panted as he forced himself to continue chasing the child, who giggled evilly as he ran. "No!" The little boy snickered, screaming when Yoongi nearly caught up to him. He ran faster around the group of children before quickly climbing unto the table beside them.

When Yoongi attempted to coax him down, the boy pointed his dart blaster at him. There was no mistaking the wide grin the boy wore. Yoongi knew exactly what was going happen.

"Do you want to see what my blaster does?" The boy called out to the group of children, who cheered him on. Yoongi felt betrayed; he stepped back from the table and prepared for the foam darts to fly towards his face. It was almost as if time was in slow motion as the boy looked back towards Yoongi, his grin slowly creeping up wider as his finger slid to the trigger.

Yoongi's hands quickly went up to shield his face, but it was too late. One bullet had already hit his eyeball, causing him to yelp out in pain as he tripped over backwards. That wasn't the end of the shooting, however, no. George had no mercy, even going as far as getting off the table and standing beside Yoongi's fallen body so his aim would be more precise.

When George began to bore of shooting the blaster, he switched to using the blaster as a bat instead and continuously whacked the unarmed adult over the head. "Oww! George!" Yoongi screeched as he attempted to push him away, only to have some of the other children join him – mostly the other boys.

Yoongi covered his face as he endured the pain, afraid of hurting any of the children if he retaliated. It was only upon the arrival of Mrs Moore that the children stopped, staring at her like deer in headlights as she stepped through the door.

The children quickly stepped back from Yoongi as he struggled to pull himself up from the ground, groaning in pain. Mrs Moore's eyes darted towards him first, her expression dripping with disappointment. She then turned to the children, her hands gravitating towards her hips. "What is going on here?!" She demanded, looking between the guilty children.

Within a second, all of them had their fingers pointed to George.

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3pm

"Mrs Moore, I am extremely sorry. I just don't know what's gotten a hold of him." George's mother gushed apologetically as she juggled a smaller infant on her hip. George stood behind her with a remorseful expression as he clutched his hands together, his eyes not leaving the cement pathway outside the door.

"I know you didn't mean it, dear." Mrs Moore reassured her warmly even though her eyes were firmly set on her son.

"It's just - I didn't think he'd steal his brother's dart gun or use it against your new teacher! I wasn't even able to pack his bag – I've just been so busy-"

Mrs Moore finally looked towards her, giving her a dismissive pat on the shoulder. "There's nothing for you to apologize for, Janette." She stated, before crouching beside the younger boy, "But I think George here has something he'll need to say to Mr Sugar." The boy finally looked up into his teacher's eyes with his guilty ones. His gaze naturally shifted past her face and to the pink haired man that was scowling at him behind her.

The injuries Yoongi had sustained were quite obvious; there were several purple bruises and blush coloured marks along his face and the occasional scratch here and there but nothing too serious. The only serious thing was the flaming look that pierced through Yoongi's eyes and into George's soul. George found himself reconsidering the idea to shoot the man.

"Well," Mrs Moore coaxed as she gently pushed him towards Yoongi, "Off you go."

George shook his head, looking up at his mother as if asking for her sympathy. "I don't want to."

"George," Janette hissed, still bouncing her small child, "Listen to Mrs Moore." Her eyes told George that if he didn't go over there to Yoongi himself, that she would drag him over there.

Sighing in defeat, the boy dropped his shoulders and walked slowly towards the pink haired man. Both were quiet, but Yoongi's expression told George that he didn't want to be. No doubt Yoongi could send him flying into the sky. George shivered at the thought of it.

When George reached the older man, he was quick to get the apology off his chest. His eyes, however, were too afraid of meeting the chocolate brown ones the man possessed for fear of the burning rage held within them.

"I'm sorry for shooting you!"

"Apology not accepted."

George looked up at the man, confused as to why he would reject the apology, but Yoongi held the same, straight expression from before. George turned to his mother, who wordlessly coaxed him to go on. Sighing, George thought of more to apologize for as apparently he had not apologized enough. "And I...I'm sorry for hurting you." He blurted.

This time, Yoongi did not speak. George assumed it had something to do with Mrs Moore's scathing look that was being sent to the man. When both the women saw that Yoongi no longer wanted to hear from the boy, Janette called him back to her side.

With a few words said to Mrs Moore, Janette and her children left. Mrs Moore shut the door behind them and turned to Yoongi.

"You're lucky that I can't fire you."

Yoongi scoffed, crossing his arms. "Why is that?"

Mrs Moore sighed as she leaned down to pick up a small toy that had been left on the ground. "Because, Kim Yoongi," She looked back up at him, "No one else wanted the job."

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There was a knock on Yoongi's apartment door as he and Jungkook sat together on the couch. Yoongi was healing his sore and bruised eye with some ice while Jungkook coloured in the face of someone on a magazine.

Both looked at each other when they heard the knock before they quickly turned to the door. As if the person behind it could hear their thoughts, they called out, "It's a'me!"

Jungkook's face brightened significantly as he got up from his seat on the couch. "Ooh! Mario!" Yoongi was quick to grab his arm and pull him back from the door. "Jungkook! Don't answer the door!" He hissed, looking cautiously past his cousin to the wooden door as if it were going to fly off the hinges at any second.

"But Mario is at the door." Jungkook pouted, sending a longing look towards it.

Yoongi gritted his teeth, digging his fingers further into the younger's arm. "You don't know that! It could be some idiot sent by my father!"

Jungkook gasped. "Mario works for Uncle Junwoo?!"

Sighing, Yoongi pulled himself off the couch and brushed past his cousin and headed towards the door. When he reached it, he quickly ducked to the peephole and looked through.

He couldn't see anyone his father would hire. It was just some man with a moustache and a broom. Confused, Yoongi pulled the door open and faced the man, who upon seeing him gave him a bright smile.

"Halo! It's a' me! Maurice!" He introduced, "I've come to kill all the a'pesky rats!" It was then that Yoongi noticed the large words placed on his cap.

Maurice makes No Maur Rats.

A/N: Yeah idk how good this is cuz I didn't edit it. Now don't mind me while I go listen to the chicken little soundtrack....

Heres a question for you: What is/are the most nostalgic movie/s to you?