The Broken Dancer

First Love

The second Yoongi heard the click of a lock echo around the silent room, he lifted his head up to watch as the metal handle of the door turned and a large brooding figure appeared through the doorway. The first thing Yoongi noticed was the glaring brown eyes and the deep frown lines that were engraved onto the mans forehead. The stranger was clearly angry and filled with rage but the minute he noticed Yoongi he seemed to freeze in place and forcefully try to relax his face. 

Yoongi gulped and unconsciously tightened his hold on Jimin's frail body that was still draped across his lap. The man was an intimidating one indeed, and usually Yoongi would have avoided men like him at all cost, but there was no way he could just turn and run with such a helpless body sleeping in his hold. 

As he stared some more he noticed some similarities between the angry stranger and the young boy in his lap, and Yoongi came to the realization that these two must have been related in some way. It was strange though, because although Jimin seemed to have the same bone structure in his face and the same nose as the scary man, it was also like the two were complete opposites of each other. Indeed they looked alike, but Jimin's features appeared much rounder and softer, like he was created carefully and came across as gentle and inviting, whereas the taller man was harsher and sharp looking, giving the impression of coldness and wanting to keep everyone away. It was quite fascinating for Yoongi to just sit there and pinpoint the clear similarities between the two and notice the stark differences, but the noirette wasn't allowed to stare for long as the irate man closed the door behind him and took a step forward to their slumped figures on the floor.

"Who are you?" The man's loud voice echoed around the room as he glared down at Yoongi.

Yoongi couldn't quite read all the expressions written across the strangers face, but he tried his hardest to remain calm and keep his cool. "I'm nobody, just someone who wants to help."

The man's frown hardened and his dark eyes drifted away from Yoongi and onto Jimin's sleeping figure. "Well we don't need any help."

Yoongi frowned and once again tightened his hold onto Jimin's frame. "With all due respect sir, this boy took quite a fall and has just suffered a harsh panic attack. He definitely needed help."

"Well he's fine now, so you can go." 

"I'm sorry but who are you?" Yoongi challenged, not liking this angry man at all.

"I'm the owner of this place and the boys father, so I think I know what's good for him."

Yoongi's eyes widened, taking in the fact that his suspicion of the two being related was correct, and then frowned again. He recognized this man. He was the one who stood alongside Jimin on stage night after night, shouting out numbers and selling his son. Yoongi gulped, face washing pale as he registered how cruel this man is. 

Nevertheless, Yoongi held down his fear and retaliated, assuming (and praying) that this man wouldn't hurt a paying customer. "Well then if you're his father, you should know that your son needs to rest. He is exhausted."

Mr. Park tutted and took a step closer, rage growing more wild inside of him. "I think you need to mind your own business. How I choose to look after my son is up to me and has nothing to do with you."

"Well as a doctor I am telling you that he needs to rest." Yoongi didn't know why he spurted the blatant lie, but with the fire growing more intense between the two of them, Taehyung's words couldn't stop echoing around his head. 

The man's eyebrows rose as Yoongi's words seemed to throw him off course. "You're a doctor?" He questioned in disbelief.

Yoongi nodded his head, not finding strength to use his voice and lie once again in fear the man would see right through him. After all, Namjoon had told him what a terrible liar he was.