Not so friendly daycare

❀Chapter 2❀

Standing outside of a Macdonald's - which was not too far from his father's mansion - with a 99 cent hamburger in his hand, Yoongi was able to find a phone box. There, with the small amount of change he conveniently had left over in his bag, he was able to call the one person he trusted.

He stepped into the box, pulling the phone from its place and dialling in the number of his very close friend. As it dialled lowly, Yoongi sent an uneasy look towards his cousin, who was standing outside the box, snacking on a happy meal Yoongi had bought him. Jungkook was too busy eating nuggets to return Yoongi's look.

"Hello?" A familiar voice came from the phone speaker. Yoongi bit his lip. "Jimin, it's me."

There was a scoff on the other side of the phone. "Rich of you to be calling me up, seeing as how you're practically on your father's hit list." Jimin commented. Yoongi was getting a little worried the man might dob him in, however, he had some hope in the man. This was Jimin – they had been friends since...forever, really. They had done everything together. Surely Jimin wouldn't betray him like that.

"Yes, I see that, Chim, but I don't even know why he's angry at me, though." Yoongi said, trying to get it across to the man on the other line that he really didn't know what was going on. "He was saying you and Jungkook stole the family crest." Jimin told him, causing Yoongi to frown. Was that really what his father was trying to kill him for? A stupid crest? "Why would I steal that? What the fuck am I going to do with it?!" Why on earth would Yoongi want to steal a measly little crest? He had seen it many times in his father's office, but barely even thought about it. Yoongi knew his father was obsessed with it, but he never knew why. Yoongi just thought of it as a little decoration.

Jimin was silent on the other side of the phone. Concerned his silence was because of disbelief, Yoongi tried to convince him. "You know I wouldn't do that, don't you, Chim?" The younger man hummed in response. "Yeah sure, whatever," He began, "I'll just let you know though, if anyone finds out I was speaking to you - you know my life is on the line, right?"

Yoongi sighed in relief. Good, at least someone was on his side. "Yes, that's why it's going to be quick. Look, I just need you to make me and Jungkook up a new identity – a birth certificate or whatever you're good at." Jimin was often called upon in the gang to make disguises and fake identities, as he was good with technology and all that sort of stuff. If Yoongi donned a different identity, it would make him untraceable. Jimin was the only person that Yoongi could rely on to do this for him.

Jimin made a hesitant groan. "I don't know Yoongi-"

"Come on, Chim, please? You wouldn't want me dead, would you?" Yoongi pleaded as he watched the blonde beside him eagerly open up his Macdonalds transformer burger toy. Jungkook threw the plastic wrapping on the ground and pressed the button on the toy, blinking in pleasant surprise when it transformed into some little plastic robot. He was really making Yoongi wish he had just have left him back at the mansion.

Jimin was quiet on the other side of the phone. "Chim, come on, please," Yoongi implored, looking back at the phone box. "You know I wouldn't steal that piece of shit. Dad probably doesn't even have any proof I did it. I've been nothing but perfect for him, my whole life!" Jimin sighed. "I know, Yoongi, but your dad does have evidence – he's got recordings from the cameras."

Yoongi groaned, rubbing his face with the back of his hand that was holding the hamburger. "Chim..."

"Alright, alright." Jimin sighed, finally giving in to his friend's wish. "I'll make one up for you and Jungkook. Meet me at the mall in one hour exactly. I'll give you the stuff, but then, never speak to me again – ok? Do you understand?" Jimin asked, and Yoongi felt a jab in his heart from the last part. Why did this have to happen to him? Jimin was the only friend he had ever managed to have. Jimin was a son of an allied gang's leader, and the two grew up together. They trusted each other. They went to school together. Sleepovers, birthdays, Christmases, you name it – they did it together. And now, because of a stupid little crest, Jimin no longer wanted to speak to him.

Reluctantly, Yoongi agreed to the terms. "Alright. I'll meet you outside the mall, at Fitz's." He said, referring to the small bar outside the local mall. "Don't be late." Jimin told him, and Yoongi hummed in response. Without a further goodbye, the phone call had ended, beeping in Yoongi's ear. He huffed in annoyance and shoved the phone back into its place.

Yoongi wished he could tell his father that it wasn't him, but he knew the strict man would not hear it. He had no mercy and no ability to listen to refutation. If Yoongi showed back up at the Min Mansion, heir or not, he'd be shot dead. Not that it would matter to his father, though, as there were many other children to replace him.

Yoongi frowned at that thought as he pushed open the door of the telephone box and walked out into the parking lot. Jungkook turned to Yoongi, his arms full of packaging from his meal. "Was that your mom?" He asked. Yoongi gave him a blank expression. "No, Jungkook." He didn't want to talk to his mom. He hated her. She lived alone and away from him and his father, as she had for years, living off money his father sent to her gold-digging ass. He had nothing to say to her, especially in this situation.

"Was it my mom? I really wanted to talk to her."

"No, Jungkook, it was neither of our moms." Yoongi responded.

"Was it my dad? Did you tell him I love him?"

Yoongi shot him a glare. "No, it was not your dad."

"Oh," Jungkook frowned, letting the matter go. He gazed around the parking lot, looking lost. "So what are we gonna do now?" He asked, turning back to Yoongi, who had begun to eat his hamburger. "We're meeting Jimin at the mall." He responded, his mouth full of food.

"Jimin?" Jungkook repeated unsurely, "Isn't he going to turn us in?" Yoongi couldn't really answer that question, as he was unsure himself. He could only run with the feeling...or hope, rather...that Jimin wouldn't do such a thing. Silently, without answering Jungkook, he started walking from the telephone in the direction of the mall, munching small bites of the burger.

Jungkook threw his rubbish in a nearby bin and quickly jogged after him. "So what are we going there for?" He asked the raven haired man. Yoongi was getting tired of the constant questions. "We're getting new identities." He answered, not looking at the boy beside him. "Ooh, I wonder what my name's going to be." Yoongi rolled his eyes at the boy. One minute he was afraid and sulking, and the next minute he was all enthusiastic and jumpy. What a child. Yoongi was dragging along a child.

And he hated children. 

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