Chickadee - A Yoonmin Fanfiction

Part 26

•Yoongi•

Jimin's voice pierces through the haze of my thoughts, drawing me back to reality. I catch at the trails of his words, fighting against the deafening roar of my own heartbeat.

This can't be happening.

It's been five years since I ran away, five years since I stood with my mother in an alleyway, begging her not to come looking for me. In that time, I haven't talked to a single person from home. I've built myself a new life, erasing every trace of my former existence.

It was supposed to be enough. Enough to get my father off my trail. Enough to make him forget...but I'm starting to wonder if anything will ever be enough.

A jolt of panic hits me, and I glance around the room for Jimin. My eyes fasten on the silhouette of a familiar figure standing a few feet to my right. I draw in a gasp of relief. He's still here. He's still safe.

The dancer's eyes meet mine, his expression wide with concern. He turns towards me, and it's only then that I notice the phone clasped against his ear. "I-I have to go," he says, setting the device onto the coffee table.

In a moment, he is at my side, crushing me against his chest. "Are you okay?" He breathes, smoothing my hair with his fingers. "What happened? Why did you freeze like that? Mr. Min just told me—"

A million alarm bells go off in my mind, startling away my breath.

Jimin was on the phone with my dad.

"He...he talked with you?" I breathe, trying my best to stay calm. Somehow, I know my boyfriend has let something slip. An address. A phone number. The name of the school we attend. All of these things would seem so insignificant to him, but in my father's hands, they are tools with which to track me down.

"What do you mean?" The dancer questions, burying deeper into my shoulder. "Of course he talked with me. I...I was trying to figure out why you broke down."

"Did you tell him where I live?"

"No..."

"Did you say which university I'm attending?"

"Of...of course not. Yoongi—"

"Does he know anything else about us?" I interrupt, clenching my hands into his shirt.

"No!" Jimin sits up to look at me, his eyes dark with concern. "Is...is your dad a criminal or something? He told me that he and your mother are coming to Seoul for a visit, but—"

I feel my blood run cold.

Throughout my entire teenage life, I never told anyone about my plan to move to Seoul. After running away, I stayed as anonymous as possible, leaving little to no online footprint.

How could he know I'm here?

"I have to go." I say, stumbling to my feet. The world around me turns dark and blotchy. I reel against a sudden wave of dizziness, trying desperately to catch my balance.

"What do you mean?" The younger boy asks, clasping a hand around my wrist. "What's wrong?"

About a week ago, I put Jimin's phone number and address on my fridge, with the words 'contact in case of emergency' written underneath them. I wanted to make sure he would be notified if something ever happened to me, but now, I realize how dangerous that was. If my father has managed to track me as far as Seoul, it's only a matter of time before he finds my apartment. I need to destroy that paper before he has a chance to trace Jimin back to me.

"I have to go." I repeat, shaking my boyfriend off. "My dad...Y-you're going to get hurt if I don't leave."

"Yoongi, your father isn't even in Seoul yet." The dark haired boy responds, stepping desperately in my path. "He said he was planning to come, that's all. What's going on?"

"He...he isn't safe." I stutter, pushing into my boyfriend's shoulder. "I need to go."

"No, you need to call the police if there's something wrong. Please Yoongi...you're not making sense."

Jimin's words echo through my mind, doing nothing to sway my resolve. My father is a liar. For all I know, he could be at my apartment right now, hunting for ways to gain leverage over me. "You don't understand." I insist, feeling panic shred its way through my mind. "I need to deal with some things at home. It's important."

"Not as important as your safety." My boyfriend insists. "You're being completely irrational. If your father is some sort of threat, we can call the police, but until they come, you aren't allowed out of my sight. Not when you're in this state."

I stare at Jimin, unable to  recognize him through the fog of my own confusion. He doesn't understand. He doesn't get it...

The dancer's body stays planted in front of me, looming and resolute. I feel my anxiety taking control, and in a moment, he becomes nothing more than an object barring my escape.

I step forward in a haze, yanking his body away from me. My eyes are fixed on the door even as his shirt rips apart in my hands, a shower of broken buttons crackling across the living room floor. Jimin cries out  in pain, crashing against the sharp edge of the coffee table.

"Yoongi...stop!" He whimpers, cradling his wrist in one hand. "Please!"

Jimin's voice arrests me mid-step. The realization of what I've done hits me like a stab in the gut, and I turn back to face him, shuddering at the pain in his expression. "I...I'm sorry."

My mind screams for me to stay, to help him, but I can't risk losing it again. I have to go. I have to distance myself from Jimin before he has a chance to get any closer to me.

Because in the end, I could be just as dangerous as my father.