BTS Oneshots

The House Down the Street

Yoonmin

Warnings: Slight Profanity

"I hate you!" Yoongi yelled as he slammed the door to his house, cutting his parents words off. It seemed that’s all they did now days. Fight. Argue. Yell. Repeat. He was done. He huffed out an angry breath as he sped down the sidewalk, kicking rocks out of his way.

What was it about this time again? Oh yeah. Rapping. He just caught his father going through his laptop. His music to be specific. Most of the melodies, beats, and raps he had composed himself. And he was very proud of himself. He loved doing this. Yoongi felt truly happy as lyrics left his lips and beats left his fingertips. This was his true calling.

His father? Well, he didn’t think so. Said the boy was wasting his time with "nonsense" when he should be studying and looking for a suitable college for himself. Yeah, Yoongi wanted to go to college. Of course he did. But it wasn’t going to be like, Harvard or anything. Yoongi wanted music to be his career.

Yoongi found himself in the park a couple blocks from his house. And he sighed a little in content when he saw no one was there. He sat on the swing and kicked his legs a little, making the swing twist and jump. He looked down at his hands in thought.

"I'm almost 18, I shouldn’t have to deal with this shit. It's my life, not theirs."

Suddenly, a laugh brought him back to reality, and he looked up to find an orange haired boy walking across the play area to get to the food cart across the street. Why was he laughing?

Yoongi looked down embarrassed, did the boy hear him? Yoongi peeked up, but was surprised when he saw the boy walk past him as if he didn’t even see him. Wait a minuet. Yoongi looked at the boy closely, something about him seemed familiar.

Duh! He's the boy from down the street, Yoongi's seen him walking home before. Not that he was a creep or anything like that. He can see the boy's house from his porch. He also knew that the boy kept his window open almost all the time.

Yoongi smiled as he got a brilliant idea. Or so he thought.

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So this is how Yoongi found himself, at midnight, with a backpack on one shoulder. And where else was he going? None other than the open window of the house down the street.

Yoongi decided, forget parents. Who needs them, he was practically an adult. So why did he feel like this was running away, and not just leaving? Oh yeah, the fact that he told no one and is was fucking midnight. Yoongi smiled a little, his heart jumping at the brave, stupid decision.

He stopped at the edge of the boy's lawn. What if his parents have those spotlight things? What if this goes horribly wrong. Oh god. Yoongi shook the thoughts out of his head and pushed himself forward, pausing a little as one foot his the silent grass, making sure lasers wouldn’t go off or something. He gulped as he tiptoed to the boy's window, his hand moving the black curtains that were blocking his view out of the way a little.

The room looked nice and cozy, posters of what seemed to be his favorite bands and Idols lined the dark walls. The boy was in his bed, sleeping. His head was pushed into the pillow and his arms cuddled underneath himself. Yoongi blushed and the adorable boy in the bed.

He gave himself a little pep talk before pushing himself up on the window ledge as quietly as possible. He flipped one leg over, he toes stretching to try to find the floor before he flipped the other leg over and shrunk into the room. On his knees now he took his back pack off, watching the smaller as his carefully slid it under his bed.

The sleeping boy simply let out a sleepy sigh, his face cuddling more into the pillow. Yoongi slowly stood up and moved around the room, looking around the room more. He made sure to take off his shoes and slide them underneath the bed as well.