catch me | yoongi

twenty

the house is as silent as the dead, and the only sounds are the creaks of the old floorboards and you and yoongi's breathing. the house is surprisingly very clean, neat, and organized. yoongi leads you into a kitchen, where an older woman is cooking something on the stove.

"martha?" yoongi whispers out, and the woman jumps and spins around. when her eyes land on yoongi her face breaks out in a smile and she rushes forward to give yoongi a hug.

"oh my goodness, yoongi you've grown so much!"

"you're still working here?" yoongi frowns and places his free hand on martha's old and dry one, and the old lady smiles kindly. (this autocorrected to kinky and i losttt itttt)

"your father won't hire anyone else. plus, i like working here! i don't have anyone else and the days are peaceful." the woman shifts her eyes to you and you smile softly, giving a little wave. her eyebrows raise when she looks at you and yoongi's joined hands. "have you finally found a girlfriend yoongi?" yoongi's eyes widen considerably and so do yours.

"we're just friends!" you both stammer out in unison, and she purses her lips and raises her eyebrows again.

"whatever you say darling. anyway, what are you doing here?"

"i'm telling my father i quit my job." martha's eyes widen and she looks like she could break down in happy tears any second.

"oh my word! finally! good luck darling." martha says with a wink before going back to cooking.

yoongi finally looks up the stairs and starts walking, you following behind. you stop in front of a large oak door with a heavy gold knocker hanging from it. it is presumably yoongi's father's bedroom or office. yoongi raps the knocker on the door a couple times before once again engulfed in silence. the response was almost immediate though.

"come in martha, what do you need?" the voice is gruff, and deep, and you shiver as yoongi slowly opens the door and walks inside with you.

the room is modernized, and somehow scary. intimidating. there is a large oak desk facing the door with two chairs in front of it, and a couple ornate paintings on the walls. it's a surprisingly large room for just a desk, which somehow makes it more ominous. you shift to hide slightly behind yoongi. the man sitting at the desk looks old, maybe 60-70, with a gray beard and black hair. there are small oval spectacles perched on his nose, and what looks like a family seal ring in his finger. his skin is pale, like yoongi's, but his eyes hold none of the spark or warmth that yoongi's does.

"father." yoongi rasps, and you tighten your hold on his hand again. yoongi's father's head snaps up, glasses almost falling off of his nose. his mouth opens before he tightly shuts it, cracking a couple knuckles on his hands.

"son, what a..pleasant..surprise." the man's eyes slide over to you as he says it, calculating and cold.

"i've quit my job, and i'm pursuing my dreams as a song producer." his father sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"yoongi, you haven't quit your job. we've been over this. you don't have dreams. you just have made up fantasies that will never come true. face it, son, being a producer won't make you any money, or support you in any way. oh god, are you still writing in that stupid book? i thought you learned your lesson when i threw it in the fire." the man smirks and leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. your vision flares red. he did what?

"excuse you? yoongi's so called 'fantasy' is going to be a reality, okay? get it through your thick skull that your son is a talented musician who will go places! why can't you just support him!" you come out from behind yoongi's back even though he tries to pull you back, but you are so tired of seeing yoongi mistreated by himself and the ones he loves.

he deserved to be happy.

"how dare you talk to me like that you cursed wench?! yoongi, i thought you didn't flirt around with cheap whores and dumb sluts anymore." his father deadpans and your fury doubles-no, triples in size. so does yoongi's.

"how dare you speak to her like that? y/n has a very freeing, fun, successful life in the circus, and if you expect me to sit here and watch while you insult-"

"the circus? you're having sex with clowns from the circus? you've changed son, and i can't say it's for the better."

you are not that girl again, you are strong, you are worth it, you are powerful, you are enough.

you storm up to yoongi's father and slam your hands down on the desk. he jumps a little, surprised at your actions, and you smirk.

"listen here you insecure little bitch. i will not take your harassment for doing something that i love just because you have the fragile masculinity of a 12 year old boy. how do you even call yourself a father, huh? how do you live with yourself every day knowing you tore your own son's life to pieces? when will you learn that your actions have consequences and i am not afraid to show them to you? i have dropped to the ground from hundreds of feet, broken countless bones, thrown on the streets like a disease, jumped on a moving train, and i have all the scars to prove it, mentally and physically. i will not stand and watch while your son deteriorates before mine, his friends, and everyone else's eyes just because of what you have done to him. so guess what? whatever reign of control you think you have over his life, is gone. yoongi is free of his job, his old life, and most importantly, you. goodbye, mr. min. i hope you see us in the papers."

you push yourself off of the desk and grab yoongi's hand, not caring to see his father's reaction, and pull yoongi out of the room and down the stairs. you also see yoongi flip off his father on your way out of the room, and he gives martha a goodbye as you leave.

"fuck you, dad!" yoongi also screams on his way out and you laugh.

yoongi won't have to deal with his father ever again.