Map ✔ || MYG 15+

TWËNTY NÎNÉ

I sometimes imagine me writing the end and it hurts :(

After a while of walking around nervous I changed into my pj's and layed down on Yoongi's bed.

Why does he have a lock under his desk? Is he a drug dealer? Does he have a gun? WAIT HE HAS A GUN?

"Y/N ARE YOU IGNORING ME?!"

Yoongi stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.

"I just wandered of.. I mean can I ask you something serious?" I said as I started playing with my buttons.

Yoongi layed down next to me. "Sure."

I sighed. "So I kinda noticed this patern in your papers and I kinda noticed your lock thingy under your desk.."

"And now you wanna know what it is."

"Exactly." I rolled over to see the side of his face.

"Not gonna happen today."

I slapped his beautifull abs. "TELL ME!"

He pushed me to the other end of the bed. He stood up and started walking to the kitchen.

I followed him to the kitchen and sat down. I tried to speak, but he Immediatley cut me off. He was pissed and so was I. However I was more frustrated. Are we suppose to have secrets for each other already? We had only been together for 24 hours and I already felt betrayed.

I got up and turned on the gigantic televiosion. I threw my ass in the couch and started watching some drama's.

4 hours later the television stopped working. Yoongi turned it off.

"Y/N-"

"Don't even bother talking to me after ignoring me for hours."

"I'll tell you about the safe under my desk."

Suddenly my eyes lit up.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his room. He reached for the lock under his desk and opened it. A book fell out.

My hand quickly reached for it. I looked at him to check if it was okay to grab the book. He nodded.

As I stood up I looked at the book. It was old and brown. My fingers carassed the dusty leather. I opened and started reading.

Dear person,
My name is Min Yoongi, brother of Min Nayeon. This page is to remember who I am and what I was to Nayeon. I love her and will do whatever it takes to take Bo Ra's last breath. I don't care if I have to go to jail, I don't care if people will hate me. I will find her and take what she took from me. A human life.

Time heals wounds, but what heals your soul?

나연 사랑해요

~Min Yoongi

A tear left my eye as I closed the book. I know the story and I definitely know the pain that comes with losing a person.

I took his hand in mine and squeezed it as I layed a peck on his puffy cheeks.

"I know what you need.." I whispered in his ear.

He turned his head to face me.

"I need a map." He smiled.

"A map to find Bo Ra and I will help you as much as I can." I replied

We layed all the papers of information we had on the ground.

Bo Ra dissapeared after Nayeon's death. No one has seen her ever since. She knows that when Yoongi finds her it's done.

After hours of trying to gather new information I layed down on the ground and sighed. "I have an idea."

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

"You know about the criminal shit my parents did right?"

"Yeah.."

"So when I got home I went around the house and found out my dad had a lot of contacts, maybe they'll help."

"Don't we need your father to be alive for that?"

"I'm pretty sure he is alive."

The room went silent. Yoongi stared at me with big black eyes as if I just admitted I was brought back from the dead.

"What do you mean?"

I took a deep breath before I started. "When I went to my room to 'hide' for the business people I often heard my parents fight before the guests came. My dad would always shout something with that they should stop and start taking care of me. My mom however wanted more money. It will only be logical that my dad faked his death so the business would stop and I could have a normal life without people blaiming me for having a drugdealer as father. Since my mom was just there for entertainment she could continue living without the dirt on her hands."

"So your father left you to give you a nice childhood, but made sure to fake his death so that you wouldn't look for him?"

"Exactly."

"But why didn't your father just leave. He got kicked out by your mom right?"

"He did, but people started judging my mom. She brought him in the house to see me, not for money, but when people started spreading rumors she thought it was best to just become a widow instead of a bad wife."

Yoongi grabbed my face with his hands. "My princess is so smart."

He pulled me into a hug. He felt warm and soft. I never received a lot of attention from anyone, boys were never interested and thanks to Jeonying I had no friends. Someone wants me to exist and loves me for who I am, not just to feel better about themselves, but because I matter to them.

I matter to Min Yoongi just like he matters to me.