Not so friendly daycare

❀Chapter 9❀

Yoongi had always been a deep sleeper, never allowing his precious sleep to be intruded on by trivial noises. He was the sort of person who could sleep through a tornado and wake up refreshed, so it seemed quite strange that tonight he would be awoken by a simple creaking of the floorboards. As soon as he heard the noise, his heart went into overdrive, pounding in his ears, although his sight was too blurry to see something of imminent threat.

He pulled himself up into a sitting position, his eyes finally adjusting to the darkness around him. His heart was still beating concerningly fast and his palms felt sweaty as he fisted his hands. There were a few more creaks now, coming from outside his closed bedroom door. At first, he thought it was Jungkook, but as he placed his hand on the area beside him, he could feel the soft hair of his cousin's head peeking out from under the covers.

It couldn't be the neighbors could it? Perhaps they were stealing from him? Yoongi felt a pang of reasonable fear hit his already fretting heart. They seemed like the kind of people who carried around weapons, and he was pretty unarmed at this point – he didn't even have access to the kitchen where all the knives were kept. He thought about calling the cops but they didn't have a landline put in yet and he'd left his cellphone back at his father's place.

He could hear their footsteps draw closer to the door. This was severely unfair. They were going to come barging in with all sorts of weapons while Yoongi was sitting in his bed beside his childish cousin. What a way to die.

You'd expect that someone from his background would be a little more prepared, but he was not. He had been trained in martial arts as a teen but he had never really exceled – more like, he had been expelled...from the class. He'd gotten into a fight with one of his half-siblings, Taehyung, who also trained with him. Taehyung was much more revered (especially by Yoongi's father,) and the two had gotten into a fight over well...their father. Both boys sought for his attention and saw the other as a threat to their goal. In the end, Taehyung was praised by his father and allowed to stay in the class, while Yoongi was kicked out and made fun of by the rest of the family – except Jungkook, that is.

So yeah, Yoongi was basically incapable of protecting himself....and that's not much coming from a gang kid.

Yoongi looked around the room quickly, trying to think of something that might keep them from coming inside the room. The only thing he could find was the bed and even then, that would make too much noise. Yoongi looked over at his cousin as he whimpered for his mother in his sleep. Perhaps, when the trespassers came in, Yoongi could just throw Jungkook at them and that would allow for him to get away in time.

Yoongi looked towards his peacefully sleeping cousin and decided in the deep dark depths of his conscience that the idea was a bit cruel.

There was only one idea left for Yoongi. He pushed himself back under the covers, pulling the blanket up to his chin and closing his eyes tightly. He felt like a child, scared of the monster under the bed – except this monster was real...and it was now turning the knob on his door. Yoongi curled his toes in fear, keeping his eyes tightly sealed as he heard the door slowly creak open. 'Just keep your eyes closed and they won't hurt you.' He chanted to himself as footsteps slowly approached his bed.

Hopefully whoever it was would just steal the stuff they wanted and leave Yoongi and Jungkook unharmed. Hope is just a four letter word though, and those footsteps approaching the bed were not giving Yoongi much of it.

Yoongi felt a hand ghost above his shoulder, and the feeling sent shivers down his spine. He was covered in sweat from head to toes and his breathing was erratic. He tried to assure himself the person wouldn't touch him, but he was wrong. Without warning, he was yanked up by the collar to face the person.

His heart dropped to his toes when he saw the face of the perpetrator – a face that was very similar to his own.

"Hello Yoongi." His father grinned evilly, his eyes glowing a devilish red colour.

Yoongi awoke with a start, the nerves throughout his body pumping hot blood into his hammering heart and his lungs unsteadily trying to intake air. Quickly, he glanced about the dimly lit room, trying to find any trace of his father. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found no one was there besides him and his sleeping cousin.

It was just a dream, Yoongi. It was just a dream.

Out the bedroom window, Yoongi could already see the sun peeking through the apartment buildings around them. There was the distant sound of chirping and the chemical smell of bumbling cars on their way to work floating through the air.

Finally calming down from the nightmare, Yoongi peered over at Jungkook. His face was swollen yet still very soft and clear – like a baby's. He was snoring softly with little whimpers as he mumbled something about loving and missing his parents. Yoongi gave the boy a quick shake on the shoulder. "Hey, get up, we have work."

The boy's eyes widened quickly and softened met Yoongi's. He blankly stared at the older man for a moment before reaching up to rub the sleep out of his eyes. "Oh, Hyung. I had the weirdest dream last night." He yawned, stretching his limbs out.

"Uh huh." Yoongi mumbled mindlessly as he flipped the dirty bed sheet off himself, pulling his feet over to the edge of the bed. I really need to get those sheets washed. He grimaced to himself as he looked over the dirty linen. Jungkook kept chattering cheerfully as he got up from the bed. "The dream was about the kids at the day-care and they all became snakes and one of their parents had a tattoo of Michael Jackson on their left butt cheek!"

"That's great, Jungkook." Yoongi muttered apathetically as he pulled himself to his feet, heading for the bedroom door.

"What did you have a dream about, Hyung?"

Yoongi suddenly stopped. His heart suddenly raced and his hands shook as the vision of his leering father in the dream made it's appearance once again in his mind. "Nothing. I had no dream." He dismissed coldly to the boy, urging his muscles to loosen so he could walk to the door again.