One thousand one hundred and eighty seven.
That was how many days lay between his son's birth and his own eighteen birthday.
Within the space of his room was a calendar, each and every single day marked with a number, and he crossed them off one by one.
...
"And he needs to be in bed by eight."
"I think I know how to take care of him." Controlling his anger had never once gotten any easier. Especially when his mother chose to act as if she actually cared.
"Forgive me for caring about my son." She sounded so indignant that he honestly had to stop himself from smacking the smirk off her face.
"My bad."
"We'll be back around eleven. You know where to reach us if you need anything." His step father spoke then, moving to wrap his mother's coat around her shoulders. They both acted like he hadn't been taking care of his own child for the past three years.
"Got it."
...
"Yoonie?" His son couldn't pronounce his name properly, an endless source of amusement for his mother. But then again, he highly doubted she had ever attempted to teach him how to say it properly. "What you doing?"
"Packing sweetheart." Currently he was carefully counting out the number of shirts and pants he would need for the little one, before carefully folding them and placing them inside the backpack he had already prepared. Stuffed into one of the pockets were both of their birth certificates - the correct version for his son, the one with him listed as his mother instead of the fake one his parents used - his pass port and an envelope filled with money. Really, his mother should have been smarter than to keep so much of it on her at all times. Just like she should have realized at some point that it was steadily going missing as he built up a secret fund.
"Are you going somewhere?" The little one sounded sad as he spoke, and Yoongi looked up then, holding out his hand and smiling as his son instantly ran into his arms.
"Listen to me carefully okay, baby?" The little one nodded, and his smile only brightened. "You and me are gonna go on an adventure."
"An adventure?" Everything about his son brightened at that, excitement dancing in his dark eyes.
"Yes." It was better this way. If he made it sound exciting. If he didn't let on what was really happening. "Do you trust me, baby?"
"With all my heart." There was a little nod, and it made his own heart race to know that his son trusted him so much.
"Go get your shoes and coat for me then, okay? Hurry." He watched as the boy ran off, before returning to his task, trying to make sure he had everything. There was a single change of clothes for himself, but making sure he had enough for his son was more important. There were a few more things waiting for him, but he needed to travel light. Only take what he could carry.
"Yoonie!" The little boy bounded back into the room, shoes already on his feet and jacket in his hands. "I'm ready for our adventure!"
"You sure are." Standing up, he helped the little one slip into his jacket, before reaching for him own, shifting the backpack onto one shoulder so he could perch the baby on his other hip. "Let's go."
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"What time is your flight?"
"Five." Everything within felt like it was breaking. And it was impossible to keep the sadness out of his voice.
