You left.. I stayed.

The truth

The Past 
Yoongi's POV 

"You're pathetic"

"You're such a fucking waste" 

"I wish I never had you"

"You ruined our lives" 

"Keep your filthy mouth shut boy, understand?" 

"You'll put a fucking smile on your face and pretend you're enjoying yourself or so help me god I will throw you in the fucking basement" 

"I just don't understand" I shook my head as I curled myself up in the fetal position by Mister Kim's bed, I was ten years old and realizing how stupid I was for wanting affection from my parents. For wanting them to love me.
"What did I do wrong?" 

"You did nothing wrong" he shook his head as he picked me up off the floor and held me "some people don't want to be parents, and they take it out on their children. You didn't ask to be born, but here you are. And they don't like it" 

"But, I love them" I cried as I held onto his shirt 

"I know Yoongi" he cooed as he rubbed my back "eventually you'll find someone who loves you as much as you love them. And you know I'll always love you. You're like a son to me"

"If I'm like your son, why aren't you mean to me?"

"Because unlike them, I actually always wanted to be a father. I've always wanted children of my own, but with my job, it's not something I could ever have. But, I have you right?" He poked my nose making me smile as I nodded "I'll always be here for you"

The Present 
Yoongi's POV 
The day he missed work 

"Your father found out I'm pregnant" 

"Okay" I shrugged as I drank my coffee 

"They assume it's yours"

"Okay" I shrugged again 

"God! Don't you fucking care about anything!?"

"No, especially not when it comes to anything involving you or my parents" 

"Where the hell have you even been going? I've had to cover for your ass all fucking month!"

"Out" 

"I'm done Yoongi" she slammed her hands on the table and stood up before huffing away, my phone rang but once I saw it was my mother I ignored it. I put my cup in the sink and grabbed my keys, my phone rang again and I ignored it. She called me five times so I finally caved and answered 

"Yes?"

"You! You fucking did this!"

"Did what?"

"Don't fucking play stupid with me! How could you? Your own father!" 

"I have no idea what you're talking about" 

"He's dead! Are you fucking happy now? He's dead!" 

I was so taken back I dropped my phone, I bent over to pick it up when there was a knock on the door, I opened it to find police officers standing there. 

"Yoongi Min?"

"Yes?" 

"We have a warrant for your arrest. Step outside son" 

I sat quietly in a folding chair across from two older men in suits 

"You're our number one suspect. Mind telling us where you were this morning?"