Unchained | Yoongi

Son

On Monday I went back to school, but I saw that Yoongi still didn't. He has missed school for a week now. I heard a few ridiculous rumours about why he didn't come back, such as he got cancer and his pet died. Today was also the day of his father's funeral. He still hadn't told me about how he would get me out fo school.

In break Yoongi's group of popular boys came to my classroom to speak to me. Of course, the model guy wasn't there.

"Eunjung," one of them shooed the person who sat in front of me out of his seat. He sat there instead, facing me. His name was Doyoung. He asked, "Do you know where Yoongi is?"

"Don't you, Doyoung?" I asked.

He shook his head. "He hasn't been replying to any of our calls and texts. We are worried about him."

"I don't know why he isn't here," I lied. Yoongi's father's death wasn't my thing to tell the others. He didn't give me permission to tell anyone yet.

I suddenly heard Yoongi's voice saying, "Eunjung."

Wait, what? Yoongi? I looked at the door of my classroom only to see him there, but not in school uniform. Rather, he was in a neat black suit. His hair was obviously groomed too.

"Eunjung," he said again as he approached me. The boys and girls moved out of his way so he could get to me. "Let's go."

I understood that he meant the funeral. "How are you getting me out of school?"

"Come with me to the teacher," he offered me his hand, "I have a way."

I had learned not to doubt Yoongi, so I took his hand and went with him. We walked hand-in-hand around the school, ignoring the stares of the other pupils. Yes, we practically just announced our relationship to the whole school, but that wasn't so bad, was it?

We found my homeroom teacher on the same floor of the school building as my classroom. Yoongi said to her with a smile, "Teacher, I know it might sound ridiculous, but please can Eunjung leave school for the day?"

She adjusted her glasses and asked, "Why?"

I saw that Yoongi put on a sad expression and replied, "I... Today is my father's funeral..."

I could tell the teacher was not expecting that response. "My gosh! Yoongi, I am so sorry. The school has been trying to contact him for your absence!"

"It's alright," Yoongi shook his head, still keeping that sad facade up. "Please can Eunjung come with me? I need my girlfriend's emotional support."

The teacher was definitely buying Yoong's acting. "...I don't have the authority to give you that permission... I will report up to the headmaster. I'm sure he will let you. Go."

"Thank you," Yoongi bowed and we turn around to leave. I picked up my school bag on the way. As soon we exited the school gates and got into the waiting car outside, he dropped his acting.

"She has always been easy to convince," Yoongi said. "She falls for my manipulation every time."

I raised a brow, "Every time? You've done this before?"

Yoongi chuckled. "You caught me. Yes, well... I kind of asked her to be in a group with you for the group project."

I huffed. Of course he did. "...Now that I think about it, isn't the gang topic a bit of a coincidence, considering we both have ties to gangs in different ways. Did you..."

His smile widened. "Yes. I asked her to give us that topic too."

I sighed with a smile. "Of course."

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We stopped on the way to the funeral for me to changed into the black dress that Yoongi told me to put in my school bag. We soon arrived at the funeral hall. It was a lot more crowded than I expected. Many brutish looking men turned up. I assumed they were all in FIRE. Yoongi and I walked down the path in the middle of the funeral hall still holding hands.

Leader Kim was standing next to the casket which displayed the corpse of Mr Min, looking as peaceful as if he was sleeping. His hand rested on his stomach, holding a bunch of white lilies. I could feel Yoongi's hold on my hand tightening as we got closer.

On the lapel of Leader Kim's black suit, an intricate brooch was pinned.

We stopped in front of the shrine and coffin, and bowed three times as the funeral director instructed. Yoongi went to stand next to Leader Kim while I found my own seat on the first row to the left of the shrine. My eyes wandered around the rows of people and I could see Mr Ga on the opposite front row.

After a while, when all the seats were filled, Yoongi and Leader Kim came to sit beside me. The funeral director started speaking words of condolences.

Yoongi leaned next to my ear and whispered, "You see that bald man over there?"

My eye focused on the only bald man opposite us. He had a square jaw and strong brows. He looked scary.

"That's the left-hand man, Han Gyeongseok. And next to him is his son, Han Yugyeom."

There was a boy that looked around our age next to the scary bald man. He was in a suit that looked slightly too big for him and he was moving his head left and right as if trying to get another look at the corpse.

He had curious eyes that wanted to see everything. He obviously was going to be part of our plan, whether he was a threat to us or not, just because of his father's identity. I just hoped whatever Yoongi had in mind as his fate, it wasn't too harsh.