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YOONGI.

Yoongi sat alone in a coffee shop, a backpack by his feet. He had no idea where to go or what to do. So far away from home with very little money. He couldn't go back now, even if his parents would be worried sick about his where abouts. He left a simple note.

mom, dad.
i have gone. i will come back when i know i can make you proud
~yoongi

His mother would be frantic while his father would shake his head in disappointment. 'What a fool' his father would mutter, trying to calm his mother down. But eventually, he would return to make everything okay again.

He finished his sixth cup of coffee, ready to order his next. But the manager of the cafe had been watching him since his fourth cup of coffee almost two hours ago. Yoongi could feel his eyes boring into him so he decided to get up and leave, slinging his bag over his shoulder.

He trudged back to the motel he'd been staying in for a couple of nights. He planned to message Jimin in the internet cafe the motel had in the basement. Yoongi had missed his friend dearly while on his trip and desperately needed to talk to him after everything that'd happened.

Yoongi had walked out. Not because his parents were pressuring him or anything like that. Instead he felt he pressured them. He was a twenty year old man living with his parents. Sure, it wasn't as bad as he thought but he didn't want to burden his parents for too much longer. He'd burdened them for twenty years already.

But, even if he felt like he couldn't amount to much, he still wanted to make his parents proud. He guessed it was to make up for how much he'd disappointed them in his life. He dropped out of school a month before graduated, ready to pursue a career of rapping. He wanted to become big and entertain all over the globe. But he was stuck in Daegu. Coming to Seoul was the first step, finding a job was the next.

He arrived to his make shift home, throwing the backpack on the bed. He grabbed his wallet, keys and quickly headed back downstairs. He was so excited to talk to Jimin again. God, what if he doesn't reply. What if he forgot about me?

"How long?" the bored look cashier asks. Yoongi takes some notes from his wallet.

"Two hours" he said before throwing them on the counter. The cashier handed him a slip and let him into the dark and dingy internet cafe. People were sat the computers, some doing filling out job applications, some looking for homes, some looking at maps.

Yoongi logged on, almost bouncing in his seat from excitement. He saw Jimin was online and instantly clicked his name, typing out a message a hundred times, trying to make it perfect. He didn't have to though. Jimin popped up, noticing he was online.

chimin: yoongi hyung! you're online!!!!

Yoongi didn't know what to type back. Does he apologize? Does he explain himself straight away. It took him a solid ten minutes to think of what to say to Jimin before sighing and thinking, be cool Yoongi.

agustd: yeah, i missed you

chimin: i missed you too!!!!!

chimin: are you okay?

chimin: are you safe?

agustd: im good

agustd: i have a lot of explaining to do tho

chimin: oh?

agustd: not actuallyy in daegu anymore

chimin: what?

chimin: arE YOU IN INCHEON?