I opened the door to Yoongi's house, his mother hadn't even locked it before leaving. The house was silent except for the hum of a washing machine somewhere. Yoongi wasn't in the living room so I decided to check his bedroom.
I waled up the stairs and opened the door to what I assumed would be his room. I had never actually been in it, it was a fairly large room with dark blue walls. Shelves were full of action figures, probably from his younger childhood. The room wasn't too dirty surprisingly. Only a shirt or two thrown into the floor, forgotten.
And there was Yoongi, curled up in a grey blanket on his bed. Again I was able to see his calm expression, that neutral look that almost smiled. The corners of his mouth naturally turned up without an outside influence.
I don't know what to think at this point.
He looked at peace for the first time in a week since Mijin.... No, she was only now a reminder of something that Yoongi hated. That awful, brutal, wonderful violent thing.
After a moment I left his room, it was probably be at to let him wake up on his own volition. If not Yoongi could be mad, Jungkook didn't ever want Yoongi to be mad at him.
I shut the door quietly and hurried downstairs. I walked into the kitchen promptly after, at the very least I could do this for him. I knew his mother wouldn't be home tonight.
There were quite a few frozen steaks in the freezer so I grabbed two. I then put a pan on the stove and fried up slices of the steak, keeping it fairly raw but still edible. I then proceed to chop lettuce, grate cheese and chop some tomatoes.
"Jungkook?" I jumped at the sleepy voice that somewhat frightened me, "What are you... ".
"I made you some steak tacos. I just thought that you had a rough day and might like something to eat." I smiled jokingly "that wasn't me, of course."
He seemed fine.
"Jokes on you i would gladly eat you still." Yoongi drowsily stared right at my crotch. "Frick, sorry, I didn't men to say that."
Yoongi collapsed in a seat at the dining table as I awkwardly went back to my task of cubing a tomatoe.
"Thanks, but, were's my mom? Have you seen her?" I frowned at his question. Not knowing quite what to say.
"She left to go back to work, her shift had apparently just started when the school called her." I grimaced through the lie, glad I had my back turned while chopping tomatoes.
""Do you want to heat up the tortillas?" I asked trying to quickly change the topic. Yoongi silently walked over and we cooked in comfortable silence.
"Aw fuck..." Yoongi spoke through a mouth full when we finally sat down to eat, "this is so good man, how the fuck..."
"Thanks, I baked it with love." I said flatlineing my tone as Yoongi giggled at my dry humor.
"Right, thanks mom." He replied sarcastically while we continued to eat in comfortable silence. But I had seen something else in him. Something like me. Something not quite humane. And I loved it.
We finished eating and we cleared the table. I offered to clean the dishes and Yoongi excused himself to go back to sleep. You can bet I watched him walk up those stairs. I internalized the memory for later.
The hum of the dishwasher narrated my scrubbing the pots and pans. He looked happy that someone had been here to care for him. I thought again to the guilty look on his mother's face. How could garbage like that ruin some like Yoongi's life. She probably had no idea what was even happening to her.
After my mother passed, the presence of other women would come and go. Some would coddle me while I grew. Others would watch me with with a disdainful look.
Nuturers, abortioners, cheaters, teens, they had all been father's toy at some point. He was one of the starter men. The people who made the contract of 'companionship'.
They all eventually became whores once their name graced the paper. Once they or their partner got bored they would 'level up' and go to people some believe can only be thought up. People who are based off of characters like Christian Grey. They exist. Some are nicer than others.
These people create homes for these girls. Homes that act like glass cages for animals that are created inside them. Brainwashing and torture that are betrayed in fictional stories on the internet, all for the fulfillment of fantasy, become a way of life for women.
Some are traded daily until they're all worn out. Forgotten. Killed. Or simply dead.
They're paid generously, but they can't leave. Yoongi may go to college and never have to pay for any of it, but he will no longer have a mother. She's already obsessed with her new 'love'.
I'd be surprised if my father actually knew how to love.
It's disguised as a way to learn how to be a better mother. As a sugar daddy service. All to hide an illegal prostitution ring.
I didn't notice how angry I had become while thinking about this until I noticed I had scrubbed the protective glaze covering off of the ceramic plate in one spot. Damn steel wool.
I finished up quickly, pushing away those angry thoughts of my father's business. Instead I quietly wondered if Yoongi was still awake.
I walked up to his room, the door was slightly ajar. I have a small knock and opened the door a tiny bit more. No answer. I opened the door. Inside was a fairly small room with a writing desk and dresser. No closet. As if the space had been repurposed when Yoongi was born. There was a shelf with a bear and a few other items that seemed out of place in a teenager's room.
Then there was Yoongi, asleep on his bed, the sheets messily bunched on top of himself. He strangely only occupied one side of the bed. Leaving an empty space big enough for another person.
I felt my face warm.
Stop it Jungkook what's wrong with you. This isn't normal.
But you are happy. Look at him, he reminds you of someone?
I walked over to the bed and moved the hair out of Yoongi's face for a moment. That peaceful unworried look he carried when he was asleep. I crawled onto the bed next to Yoongi, and fell asleep beside him, breathing in time with him.
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Sorry this took so long. I don't have an excuse but thank you for your continued reading.
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