𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨

𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧

He can't be serious? I have to live here because of two children? No, I might be overthinking. He seems like a harmless guy...

Yoongi cleared his throat and looked at Jimin, "Uhm, So if I live here, can I still, like... go out?"

The older male fixed his collar, "Well yeah, but you still have to take care of the little ones."

Yoongi paused, he took a moment to process all of his thoughts, debating wether or not he should agree.

He did just meet the man today, "Well..." He started, "...Then I'll live here." Jimin smiled, "Oh thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!"

"So when do I start?"

"Tommorow. You might as well pack your bags today before I pick you up tommorow. We have an extra room so you can move in." Yoongi nodded, "Of course."

Jimin led the younger man around the house, showing him the rooms and etc. Yoongi took note of this and when that soon finished, he left to get his things packed.

Yoongi wasn't going to lie, but he was quite excited to work as a babysitter for two little cute kids. He went inside his home and packed his clothes and his other essentials.

And there he sat, I should call my mom. He picked up his phone and dialed his mom's number, however...

He was scared.

It's been a long time since he ever talked to his mom, the last time was probably almost a decade since he last came out to her. She was disappointed and kicked the young boy, but worse he was barely entering high school so it was more difficult.

So he moved in with his closest friend who was quite older than him, Seokjin. Soon he learned to care for himself and then moved out.

And there he is, ready to move again just to take care a handful bundle of children. He dialed his mom's number and pressed call, a wave of nervousness hit him.

"Hello?"

He sighed in relief, he was glad nothing bad had happened to her, "Mom?"

"Who's this?"

He clutched his hand and responded, "It's m-me. Y-Yoongi, Min Yoongi."

"Min Yoongi?"

"Yes."

"Oh- I don't know a Yoongi." He felt his heart burn, "Mom, I know you know me. Don't lie."

"Sorry, I don't you. You might have the wrong number, my son is dead." Yoongi felt his eyes weaken, "I know you know it me! Just drop it!"

She hung up. Yoongi felt weak, that his own mom knows him by, her dead child. Weak! He stood up and wiped his tears, "You're a big boy Yoongi, quit crying. Mommy doesn't know you exist, Like I'd care anyways."

He grabbed his bags and walked outside calling Jimin on the phone, "Mr.Park?"

He answered, "Yes?"

"Pick me up."

"What?"

"Just pick me up already." He said in a hurried tone, "Alright Alright. Be there in a bit."

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It was a silent car ride. A puffy eyed boy, sitting by a handsome man. Jimin glanced to look at the pouty boy as he quietly sniffed. "Care to explain why you're like this?"

"Nothing that concerns you sir." Jimin was taken aback, he's never heard Yoongi talk back to him like that.

"I'm sorry?"