Redemption

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Komorebi:
Sunlight that filters through
the leaves of trees

It was a dark night, you can say that every night is dark. But Yoongi found this one to be a bit terrifying.

Yoongi isn't someone who gets scared easily. But him being alone in the darkest night of Seoul was the thing he didn't like.

Today wasn't that special, some people didn't even show up for the meeting. It wasn't important, so Yoongi's boss didn't mind at all.

The boy got pulled out of his thoughts by someone crying. He stopped for a second, a few feet away from Yoongi was a boy. His knees against his chest, arms laid on them while he cried with his head leaning on his arms.

Yoongi didn't know what to do, should he go up to him? He hesitated. He was glued to the ground and couldn't move if he wanted to. His heart didn't agree with his mind, Yoongi never had this kind of situations. He actually never cared for others, because the world he lives in is harsh.

But then his feet started moving, they started walking to the crying boy. Different thoughts raced through Yoongi's mind as he approached him.

"Are you okay?" Yoongi asked, his voice monotone. The boy looked up, seeing Yoongi towering over him made him feel weak. The younger didn't say a thing and kept crying.

This time more silent than before.

Yoongi kneeled down beside him, what was going on with this kid? "What's your name?" He asked. The boy looked Yoongi in the eye, "Jimin." Yoongi smiled a little. "What happened?" Jimin laid his head on his arms again, shaking his head. "Can I help you o~" Jimin stood up rapidly. "I hate myself." He bluntly said, tears still falling on the sidewalk.

"Why?" Yoongi was just too curious. "I'm in a fight with my girlfriend, I mess up school and my parents probably hate me for it." He cried. "I'm a mess." The younger collapsed against the wall and Yoongi rushed to him. He took the boys arms to prevent him from falling.

"You're young, you have a whole life ahead. If you do your best, you can't do better." Yoongi's wise words helped the younger a bit. Jimin smiled and ran his fingers through his blonde hair.

"Now, can I help you home? It's already 3 AM." Yoongi asked, letting go of Jimins arms. "3 AM? Shit, my parent's house will be locked." He said looking for something in his pockets. "And I forgot the key," Jimin walked past Yoongi quickly and began his way home. "I'm so stupid!" He yelled, pushing a trash can over.

"I can get the door open if you want." Yoongi wanted to help the boy and didn't think about what he just said. "How?" Jimin asked and returned to the older. "I can show you if you show your house." Jimin hesitated, should he show this boy his house? Could he trust him?

"Well?"

"Okay." Jimin began walking, Yoongi followed him to a street with big houses. He didn't feel like he belonged here, but kept walking.

"This house." Jimin pointed at a villa, all the lights were out. There was a big fence surrounding the ground around it. Yoongi took a second to take it all in.

Soon he will be 'Working' here too. "I can get the gate open, but you have to do the front door." Jimin said. Yoongi nodded, still looking at the house.

With a soft click the gate opened and Yoongi walked behind Jimin. "Good luck, it's a big lock." But Yoongi opened the door before Jimin finished his sentence. "How?" the younger questioned, looking at the open door with big eyes.

It was easy, the lock wasn't that difficult to open. Yoongi has had worse before.

"Thank you, how can I thank you?" Jimin asked. "You don't." Yoongi turned around an walked away. "What is your name?" Yoongi stopped. Is it smart to tell him? "Min Yoongi." He didn't think he would meet this kid again.

He was one of the million people on this earth. How high were the changes they would ever see each other again?

Jimin watched the older leave his house, Yoongi closed the gate behind him and looked once more at Jimin. The younger waved a little and went into the house.

Yoongi felt a strange feeling in his stomach, he actually helped someone without getting anything back. He did a favor. It was something he didn't do for a long time, why did this kid made a difference?

The blonde boy was all Yoongi could think about on his way home. He left the street with the big houses, to enter his own street.

It was a small one, dark, without any light along the sidewalk. The houses didn't look beautiful or something. Trash everywhere and you could hear the animals looking for some food. Yoongi hated his house and the things he had to deal with.

But he couldn't move out, if he would move it could be suspicious, so he didn't think about that option anymore.

He entered his old house and closed the door with a lock. Yoongi went to the fridge to drink and eat something, he sat down on one of his chairs.

Normally he would think about how fucked up his life was, but now it was Jimin who took over his thoughts. How could such a young boy worry about such little things? Yoongi couldn't understand. Why would a kid be at 3 AM in a dark street, crying his heart out?

Yoongi questioned one option; could Jimin do the same work he did? No. He was too innocent for that, he wouldn't be crying on the sidewalk either. It was way to dangerous.

Yoongi began emptying his pockets, different kinds of money were laid on the table. When his pockets were empty Yoongi began counting it.

2150,-

The boy made different piles and brought them to his safe. After that he went to his bed, got undressed and went to sleep.

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