The Truth Untold: Yoonmin

6

Yoongi left Jimin at his door, body screaming to stay but he knew it was impossible even if Jimin had looked at him with those starry eyes, almost begging him not to go, just before he went inside.

He walked away toying with his sleeve—still damp from Jimin's tears, those he'd shed because of Yoongi.

Jimin hadn't said anything other than a soft and broken goodbye, but a wordless plea hung in the air. Yoongi wasn't even sure Jimin knew he was doing it and it drove him insane. Jimin kept drawing closer unconsciously and Yoongi wasn't sure how much more he could resist. He needed to either leave the country or make Jimin hate him so much, there would be no way he would want him anymore even if he ever found out about the soulmarks.

But every instinct raged against even the thought of that, and Yoongi was weak and grew weaker every day.

As his thoughts raged on wildly in his mind, Yoongi missed the twin shadows creeping up on him on his way back home. Shadows which flitted back and forth behind him until finally, one of them spoke, and it knew his name.

"Well, well, if it isn't the little Min." A man dressed in a bright green puffer jacket rounded on him, making Yoongi's steps faltered and retreated, only to be stopped by a voice behind him.

"Doesn't look much like Seokyul does he?"

"Who the hell are you two?" he demanded, puffing up his chest unconsciously as his mental alarms blared.

He'd heard that voice before, late at night, just outside his window, all wheezy and high pitched, talking to his father in that same drawl.

"We've been looking for your daddy for a while now kid. He owes us a lot of money, you know?"

"Why's that my problem?" He knew he shouldn't be a dick to these guys, but anything having to do with his father was triggering. He wanted to let these guys know that he didn't give a shit if anything happened to him. That they couldn't threaten him with something he had wanted for so long–for his dad to be gone.

"Oh shit," the other man laughed and shook his head. "Doesn't have his daddy's chicken shit attitude either does he?"

"Careful little Min, you don't wanna sound too brave or you might just piss me off."

"I don't know where Seokyul is."

"But you'll know where his money is, right kid?"

"That piece of shit stopped spending a dime on me the minute I learned to tie my own shoelaces, you think he would tell me where he keeps his cash?"

"Then, you'll have to find the money for us some other way." The man in the puffer jacket got alarmingly close to Yoongi, but he tried his best not to flinch. If he showed just how terrified he was, it would be over for him. He stood his ground and tried to maintain his mask of disinterest as best as he could. But the knife to his throat wasn't helping.

The blade came out of nowhere and Yoongi couldn't help but recoil as the cold metal touched his skin.

"That's right little Min. If you don't get us what your daddy owes us this..." he dragged the metal across his skin, snaking it down his torso and sticking it lightly into the soft flesh of his belly. "This will go straight into your little friend."

"What?" Yoongi whipped his head and noticed the other man was now sitting on the steps to Jimin's house. The blood drained from his entire body, leaving him ice cold and horrified. If his heart had stopped in that moment, it was pure adrenaline that kick started it back as he shoved the man away from him.