Map ✔ || MYG 15+

TWĖNTY ÉÎGHT

When there is a word or sentence said I'll now use " so that I can use ' for other stuff and sounds will now be fat instead of thin

As soon as I opened the door my mom ran into me.

"If you weren't coming in sooner I would have dragged your ass inside!"

Oh shit this means problems. My mom normally doesn't care about me. She only wants the best for herself and Haneul. She kicked my dad out when I was 5 and let him come over only to make money. I had no one to care for me. She is the perfect example of a bitch.

I shrugged and walked further into the house. My steph dad was now also standing in the livingroom. I saw my mom's hand sliding slowly towards her flip flop.

Mom hajima..

She dragged her feet across the room making no noise. She quickly raised her hand to get ready to hit me until..

the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I said and I ran to the door.

I opened the door to be faced with the one and only Yoongi.

He held up my watch. "You forgot this." He said smiling.

Anything to see this girl

I grabbed my watch and told him to get in. When there is company there are no flip flops flying at my face.

"And who is this?" My mom said in a now super sweet voice.

"This is Min Yoongi.. he is a very good uh.. friend of mine." Yoongi's head turned as I said the word 'friend'.

Mianhae, but I can't risk my parents beating me up even if there's company.

My dad walked closer towards Yoongi, he was inspecting him.

I gave him a death glare and he stopped.

"I will now show Yoongi the house so uh.. bye!"

I grabbed his hand and pulled him to the staircase, going upstairs. I didn't show him a lot of the house, I just went straight into my bedroom.

I locked my door. "Don't get any wrong ideas, but my mom wants to kill me right now!"

"I get it, I should have brought you home yesterday.."

"No! It was nice staying at your house! Speaking of can I please stay there for the weekend? My parents work during the schooldays so there wouldn't be any problems."

He shook his head. "I'm not going to help you disobey your parents Y/N."

"Like you were such a good kid.."

Yoongi obviosuly thought it was a bad idea, but that's not fair. For the matter of facts I know that the longest he's been away was 2 weeks including days he had to study and he did study.

"Look, I'm not proud of what I did, but just because I did doesn't mean you can."

"Fine." I unlocked the door. "See you Monday!" I gave him a fake smile as I opened the door for him.

"If you're going to be like this, it isn't going to last."

That hurt

And then instant karma hit my stomach. I placed my hand on my belly trying to pull out my stomach, but of course I couldn't. "Fuck!" I said as I fell to the ground.

'"Y/N are you okay?!"

"Yeah just some cramps." I lifted myself up to sit against the wall. "Can you give me that glass of water and the pill next to it?"

Yoongi nodded and gave me what I asked for.

His phone started buzzing.

"Shit, I need to go." He picked me up and walked downstairs.

"Go make some excuse so you can stay at my house." He whispered.

I nodded.

"Mom I'm leaving with Yoongi. He needs to make homework so I'm helping him. It might get late so don't expect-"

"You're not going anywhere." My mom stood in front of me with a flip flop in her hand.

"Are you seriously going to hit me?"

"Don't be so disrespectful towards your mother!" Haneul joined my mom's side.

'"You know what, I don't fuckin care what you guys think. I'm leaving and don't expect me to be back soon. Oh and by the way, Yoongi is my boyfriend so go fuck yourself." After I finished talking I almost ran out of the door into Yoongi's car.

He dropped me of at his house since he had to finish some things with someone. He's my boyfriend so I trusted him and didn't ask who he was talking about.

After I heard him lock the door I went ahead and looked around.

His house was pretty boring to be honest. Gray, black and white everywhere. It was stylish in a certain way, but depressing to stay there for a long time.

After sitting on the couch for a while staring into the gray room, I realised that this is exactly who Yoongi is. On the inside such a neat person, but unhappy. There are no true colors on the inside. I stood up to walk to the mirror that was covering almost his entire wall.

There was one colorfull thing in Yoongi's house,

one colorfull thing in his life,

that was me.

The house was big, but not big enough to have a lot of rooms. A flash of the papers on his desk went through my mind.

I need to see them

I walked on my toes into the room, to the desk. It was filled with homework.

I tried to organize them and noticed they were spread out in a certain patern. "It's really an organized chaos.." I whispered to myself.

I'm very good at puzzles and riddles so this wasn't something out of my league to solve.

I devided the papers into three sections since three was his lucky number.

"Two papers on that side.. seven in the middle.. and then eight here I suppose.." I mummbeled to myself.

I started looking for something with a lock. God what am I doing? Maybe it was wrong to search through his belongings, but couples have no secrets, right?

I sat down on the ground as I slid myself under the desk to be faced with a lock. Victory! I carassed it with my fingers before trying to use the code on it.

The lock on the front door made a sound. It was a key inside the lock.

He's home

I quickly stood up and pulled myself into a position as if it looked as I was just simply reading the papers.

"Might as well make my homework while you're at it." Yoongi laughed before pushing his lips gently on my glowing cheek.

Is he a player, cop, maybe murderer or does he just have a lock?