I'LL LET THE WORLD BURN... for you ⋆ym⋆

28. your hand, that reached out to me

Yoongi was tired of his life, his nights were spent dreaming about the cries and screams of people, while days were spent being afraid it'd be his last day on earth.

He knew he didn't have enough courage to run away from his father. And even if he did his father would be able to find him from any corner of this world. So he decided to end this cycle by taking help from the law.

He started giving out small clues about his father's work to the police, sometimes he'd tell them the location where a deal would be happening, or tell them the name of the person who would be on his father's radar. This resulted in a lot of their men getting killed and arrested.

Yoongi knew it was dangerous work because if he got caught he'd die in the hands of his father. But he was tired of being his father's puppet, he needed to do something before this hell of a life consumed him whole.

And that night it was like God finally heard his prayers and sent him one of his angels.

Yoongi woke up because of some heavy commotion going on downstairs. Usually he ignored these kinds of noises knowing his father must've brought another victim home. His heart was racing for some reason, he couldn't calm himself down. As he reached to get some water he saw the jug being empty.

He let out a small sigh before getting out of his bed.

The small dim lights were turned on and the rest of the place was illuminated by the moonlight. As Yoongi walked down, he saw his father's men talking to each other with a stressful look on their faces.

He started to walk towards them but was stopped in the middle by a hand that held his arm. When he looked down, he saw a figure lying on the couch. Intrigued, he walked closer and as his eyes laid on the person, he was taken aback.

He held Yoongi's arm with a light grip, fighting through his unconsciousness he looked at Yoongi through half lidded eyes before he finally shut them close, his hand falling down too.

The moonlight lit up his face and Yoongi couldn't take his eyes off him. The person had such a soft and angelic features that Yoongi felt like he was in heaven. Those long eyelashes, the soft chubby cheeks, the plump lips pulled in a frown. Everything about him seemed perfect, if not for the painful bruises that adorned his milky white skin.

There was a big cut on his cheek, the blood had dried around it, it wasn't even properly taken care of. There were similar bruise marks on his wrists as if they were tied up with ropes. Yoongi felt his heart hurt seeing such a delicate skin painted red and blue. He felt the pain behind each and every of those bruises.

His beauty had Yoongi captured as if he was hypnotized, in a dazed state he extended his hand forward to touch the cut on cheek.

" Sorry sir, did we disturb your sleep?"

Yoongi immediately retrieved his hand back, for a moment he had forgotten there were other people in the room with him.

" No, it's okay. He- who is this?"

He stares at the boy again and feels himself becoming dazed again. Just who was this boy who got him on a chokehold? He was acting like a completely different person because of him.

" You know the commissioner who has been hunting down our men."

Yoongi nods, of course he knows about him. He's the one who has been secretly sending him information which leads to that result.

" He's his son, Park Jimin."

Yoongi stood there shocked at the revelation, he didn't know that man had such a beautiful son.