Run Away | Jinkook ✓

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Min Yoongi.

That was his name.

It was only after he had been running these so called errands for weeks that he actually learned that little fact.

Min Yoongi. Twenty three years old. Forger. Hacker. Professional liar.

A man who changed his hair color every other week, ate one meal a day and who just so happened to have an extra bedroom with a lock on the door and the only rent he expected was for the errands he sent the boy on to be completed on time.

Of course once he found out that his new room mate could cook, it also came to include two hot meals every single day. A low, low price and one he could actually afford.

Kim Seokjin.

That was his name now. His birthday was in December. He was nineteen years old. Graduated at the top of his class with honors. Wanted to be a professional chef when he got older. An entire life, fabricated just for him.

There were certain things that couldn't be hidden though. Like the fact that he was an omega. As it turned out, not even the illegal scent blockers that Yoongi had somehow gotten a hold of were strong enough to block out the scent of strawberries that trailed along after him everywhere he went.

That was alright though. That much he could deal with.

Especially considering the forged documents he so proudly carried proclaimed him as being legal. Soon enough he actually managed to get a job which didn't require him to take four trains, a bus and walk fifteen minutes just to reach.

Working at a small, upscale cafe as a waiter wasn't exactly what he wanted to do with his life, but considering his age and the amount of shit he had already endured in his short life, it was truly better than nothing. Add in the fact that most of the business men who worked near by tended to frequent the establishment and all tipped especially well at the sight of the pretty omega behind the counter, and it wasn't all that bad.

"So kid, you gonna move out now? Get your own place so I don't have to look at you anymore?"

"Who would feed you if I did that?"

"Okay, true, but I'm gonna need at least another meal or something if you aren't gonna be my errand boy anymore." How Yoongi could manage to speak to him and carry on a full conversation without ever looking up from his computer or breaking concentration on whatever he was currently doing was honestly beyond him.

"What if, oh, I don't know, I buy all of the groceries from now on? I'll make meals on the weekends when I don't work and leave them in the freezer for you."

"It's not the same."

"Was that a whine I just heard?"

"... Maybe. But you've tasted your food, right?"

"I'm just gonna take that as a compliment."

Living with Yoongi was - interesting. That was honestly the best word he could come up with. Quiet would be another, except for when someone new would seek him out. There was never any actual trouble, just small little bouts of excitement. But walking out in the middle of the night for a drink of water to find your room mate hacking into the government records and filling for the release of a mafia bosses son right under the polices nose was definitely interesting.

By the time he turned sixteen, he had come to accept that this was just what he life was now.

That he would finally grow into himself was an unexpected turn of events. Not an unwelcome one, considering he had always been tall and lanky with over sized features and nothing that made him particularly attractive. Omegas were supposed to be beautiful, not look like drowned rats.