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

8

Yoongi was stuck in a dilemma. A very, very bad dilemma. Here he was, sitting on the couch, thinking about Jimin.

Why am I thinking about him? Do I like him? I can't like him like that.

You see, part of the oath he took consisted of killing Jimin. He hadn't known that the red-headed cop would affect him this much, so he agreed, figuring he would have no problem- no big deal, right? Wrong.

Yoongi sighed in frustration, wondering what he was going to do. He had to follow through with the oath, because if he didn't, he and Jimin would both die. That's what the leader of the gang told him anyway. He couldn't disobey anymore. Those scars on his stomach came from the leader, and the rest of the gang itself.

When they found him, he initially followed every order, and he was well-respected by everyone. As he grew older, though, he realized that murder, violence, and brutality were wrong on all sorts of levels. He started to rebel, and they would beat him mercilessly. They gave him a mission, a big mission, and this was to manipulate a cop, bring him back to the gang hideout, and kill him in front of the others. They devised a plan, to sell Yoongi out, and give him a chance to kill one of the cops, proving himself to the gang.

Yoongi didn't plan on getting caught by the cops- he wanted no part in this. When he told the gang his thoughts, they sold him out to the chief and he was arrested. But now, after staying with Jimin, and having Jimin care for him the way he did, how was he supposed to kill him? He couldn't. Right?

Yoongi didn't know what to do.

When Jimin got out of the shower, he went to find Yoongi to check on him. He had fallen asleep on the couch, curled up in a ball, with puffy eyes. Jimin could tell he had been crying, but he didn't know what about. God, he wished he did. He wanted to help.

Yoongi was a broken puzzle, and slowly, Jimin wanted to piece him back together.

He ran to the bedroom, grabbed a comforter and some blankets, and went back downstairs. He placed them over Yoongi, making sure he was comfortable. Yoongi sighed a little, and buried his face into the blanket. Jimin smiled so large, he was glad Yoongi was asleep. He went over to the armchair, and watched a peaceful Yoongi as he began to fall asleep as well.

A couple of hours later, Yoongi woke up, and noticed he was covered in warmth. He pushed the blankets back, and saw Jimin sleeping over in the armchair. It was 1:00, but Yoongi was now wide awake, and was planning to do something. He walked over to the armchair, and gently nudged Jimin. "Hey, Jimin", Yoongi whispered into Jimin's ear. His eyes fluttered open, and he yawned. "What? What's wrong?" Jimin asked, seeing the older male in front of him. "C'mon, let's go upstairs." Yoongi grabbed Jimin's hands, and led him upstairs and into the bedroom. Yoongi, however, purposely made a mess of his bed earlier that day, so he could make an excuse to sleep with Jimin. Jimin laid down, and Yoongi stood there, looking at his own bed, hoping Jimin would get the hint. He did. "Yoongi, come lay down with me." Jimin patted the empty space next to him, and a happy Yoongi laid down beside Jimin, placing the blankets over the both of them. They faced each other, and Yoongi laced his fingers around Jimin's. "Good night, Jimin." he said as he drifted off to sleep.

They both woke up around 9, despite being up late. Jimin awoke first, and wondered what Yoongi was doing. He was half-asleep when he was led upstairs, so he didn't quite know how they ended up in the same bed, or how Yoongi had a hold of his hand. Jimin didn't care though, and didn't want to wake Yoongi. He looked too peaceful. He brought his hand and Yoongi's up to his mouth and gently kissed Yoongi's hand. At this, Yoongi's eyes flew open. He had been awake the whole time, but he didn't want Jimin to know. "Oh.. um.. you're awake." Jimin stuttered. Oh shit. "It's okay. That was pretty cute." Yoongi said, as he smiled and stared at Jimin. Jimin couldn't take this. "So, I have something planned for today." he said and got out of the bed, not knowing how to reply to Yoongi's remark. "Really? What is it?" Yoongi asked. Jimin nodded his head. "Nope. I'll tell you as soon as you get cleaned up. Hurry up too! I'll make breakfast!" Jimin shouted, running down the stairs. Yoongi followed orders, and went to go get cleaned up.

About half an hour later, Yoongi came downstairs. Jimin almost dropped what he was carrying. Yoongi had parted his hair, revealing some of his forehead, and had on a black short-sleeved shirt, a nice green jacket, and a slim pair of grey jeans. He wore two necklaces. One was gold, and had a plain little rectangle hanging from it, but one had a silver star attached to it. Jimin could have sworn he recognized that star, but he couldn't place it. "What?" Yoongi raised his eyebrow and looked at Jimin, who forgot he was staring. Jimin calmly brushed it off. "Nothing, nothing. C'mon, hurry up and eat." Yoongi smirked, and decided not to push it. They ate peacefully, and Jimin practically dragged him out the door.