Walk These City Streets With Me (#wattys2017)(Complete)

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The chief walked out, leaving both boys annoyed and pissed. They looked at each other, Jimin with fire in his eyes and Yoongi with a cold, icy stare.

"Whatever you think I'm going to do for you, think again." he told Yoongi. "There's no way I'll let you off this easy."

He still couldn't understand why they couldn't throw him in prison, or kill him even. Jimin grabbed Yoongi, still furious, and left the room. While the chief was there, he left Jimin with a list of what to do with Yoongi.

Make him repay others.
Do not let him out of your sight.
Try to turn him around.
Find out his true story.

Great. This was going to be loads of fun. Jimin was also supposed to take Yoongi to a townhouse near his apartment- that was where the two of them were to reside. After all, if Yoongi found out where Jimin lived, the latter would never feel safe again.

He held Yoongi's arm as he led him to the car, buckling him in and walking to the other side. "I'm not a fucking child", Yoongi growled at Jimin. "I can buckle my seat belt on my own." Jimin glanced over at Yoongi while he put his own seat belt on. "Really? With what hands?" Yoongi looked down, and remembered he was still in handcuffs.

"Oh."

He heard Yoongi's soft reply, and it was almost as if he forgot his bad-boy mannerisms. Yoongi seemed to noticed how innocent his reply sounded, and immediately tried to mask it. "I'm 23 years old. I don't need to be treated like some delinquent teenager." He's 23? Damn! I'm younger than him. Jimin was surprised with his age, considering that he looked so much younger. "I'll bet." Jimin said as he started the ignition, and started driving towards the house.

The car ride was long and silent, aside from Yoongi's groans at Jimin's taste of music. Jimin preferred pop and upbeat tunes, while Yoongi kept grumbling about how rap was better. Jimin pulled into the driveway of the house. It was a nice, two story house with brick walls and a few windows. It looked too fancy for this arrangement. Jimin turned off the car, and went to unbuckle Yoongi (who was still not happy that he couldn't do it himself). He grabbed his arm and led him towards the door. They stopped at the doorsteps, as Jimin needed to release his grip on Yoongi to find the key.

"Can I trust you not to run away?" Jimin asked Yoongi, who smirked.

"No, but I'm too lazy to run." Jimin nodded. Alright, fair enough.

He let go of Yoongi, who surprisingly stayed put. He found the key and unlocked the door, pulling Yoongi into the house.

Now, Yoongi was in a tough situation here. He was famous for never being caught, for terrorizing the justice system, but now here he was, docile and defeated, being escorted into a house with an officer he didn't know. He hated how others treated him, and he hated how he had followed orders. He didn't like disobeying the law- a part of him wanted to curl up and die every time he did; however, he took an oath. An oath that guaranteed his protection but made him a slave to a powerful gang. Yoongi was lost, alone, and hungry, so he reluctantly agreed, usually subjected to bullying and torture by this gang. He was pissed that they broke the oath and had him arrested.

He decided that now, he would break his part as well. Well, a piece of that oath.

He was going to cooperate.

Fully.

Yoongi was shaken from his thoughts when Jimin slammed the door shut. They both looked around at the mostly barren home. "Damn. They could've at least made it look nice." Although he didn't say it out loud, Jimin couldn't agree more. All the walls were a beige color, the kitchen was very outdated, and there were only essentials throughout the rooms: a couch, two beds, a dining table, a refridgerator, a stove, and some bookshelves. Yoongi didn't like the place one bit, but he was at least a tiny bit thankful that he would be sleeping inside instead of out on the streets. Jimin stepped into the kitchen, which had a direct view of the living room and eating area. "Are you hungry?" he turned to ask Yoongi. "Me?" Was Jimin actually talking to him? "Who else would I be talking to?" Right. That was stupid. "I dunno", Yoongi muttered and looked down. "But yes, to answer your question, I am kind of hungry." Jimin nodded, and began to take out some dishes to prepare some food, as it was nearing dinner time. Yoongi, still handcuffed, didn't know what to do with himself, so he walked over to the couch, deciding to make himself comfortable.

A million thoughts were racing through Jimin's head. Why is he cooperating? Is he trying to trick me? Is there genuinely a nice person under that shell? Can I trust him wandering around the house alone? Why am I worrying so much? Jimin sighed in frustration as he waited for the noodles to finish, with the pork being already done. He leaned back against the fridge, still wondering why Yoongi was chosen to be mentored instead of imprisoned. No one ever gets mentored.. why not just throw him in jail? His thoughts were interuppted by the timer ding. He returned to his task, preparing a meal for a criminal.

How ironic.

Jimin placed two plates and two sets of silverware on the table. "Yoongi!" Silence. Panic ran through Jimin, as he thought maybe Yoongi had escaped. He heard a soft groan from the living room, and carefully walked over, glancing at a sleeping Yoongi, curled up against the couch. He gently nudged him, and Yoongi's eyes fluttered. "C'mon. Dinner." Yoongi flipped him off for disturbing his sleep, but then remembered he was supposed to be cooperating. He put his finger back and smiled at Jimin. "Okay."