Never Better || YOONSEOK

Chapter 5

  When the woman had said "brother", this certainly wasn't what Yoongi had in mind.

  To be perfectly fair, he didn't know exactly what he had in mind. How could he? Yoongi only has one brother. A brother that left him years ago. He remembers the moment it happened, too.

  It was his tenth birthday, actually. March 9th, 1980. Yoongi had come running downstairs, expecting to be greeted with his mother's famous sprinkle pancakes, only to find her sobbing on the kitchen floor instead.

  He remembers everything about that moment. The sun gleaming through the thin curtains above their dining table, shining on almost everything but his mother, who was hidden from light behind the kitchen counters. The way her nightgown spread around her on the floor like an open umbrella. Even the subtle teardrops displayed on his father's glasses as he struggled to keep a brave face.

  Yoongi believes that's the day his father changed completely. Steven Min was never the model father, anyway. He was distant and quite misogynistic, to be frank. But there was a shift in him that day. As if someone finally cut the last thread that held on to any quality of a decent man he might have possessed.

  But this man, this odd man with dark eyes standing before Yoongi, was definitely not the brother that ran away that day.

  "Hello, Yoongi." Said boy blinked, not knowing how to go about this situation. Was this some stupid prank? Why was a stranger pretending to be his brother?

  Yoongi tried to come up with a response, but he just felt silly at the moment. Standing in the middle of an office in his sweaty basketball uniform in front of a man he's never seen in his life, claiming to be his sibling. It was comical, to say the least.

  Let's point something out, briefly. Yoongi has never seen an Asian person outside of his blood relatives. Think about that for a moment. In Min Yoongi's seventeen years of living, he's never met another Asian.

  So when this strange man suddenly appears, hitting Yoongi dead on with his intoxicating aura, he doesn't exactly know what to say.

"Is this some kind of j-"

"I'm really sorry mom couldn't pick you up, she's out this afternoon." Something about the way the man carried himself had Yoongi stumbling over his own sentences. His charcoal colored hair was falling over those dark eyes.

  The man adjusted himself where he stood, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. Yoongi probably wouldn't have caught it any other day, but since his sole focus was on him, he had no choice. When the jacket moved outwards only the slightest fraction, Yoongi caught a glimpse of something.

A gun.

Oh hell no.

  A visible panic rushed over Yoongi, one that he could only hope the man didn't notice. Mustering up every ounce of bravery (and possibly stupidity) that he held, he spoke in a wavering voice.

"You're taking me then?" The man smiled- if you could even call it that. It was more of a smirk. That... was an impulsive decision. But Yoongi only has a few options here and very limited time to pick just one. Before seeing the gun, tiny waves of uncertainty were pelting him like paintballs. Not necessarily small, but not heavily impactful. Upon seeing the deadly metal weapon tucked into a neat holster on his belt, Yoongi suddenly felt a very large wave drenching him in complete and utter fear.

"Great!" The woman gushed. Yoongi had honestly forgotten she was there. "I'll just need you to sign some forms for me and you're good to go!" Yoongi stood in the same spot like a constipated statue.

  The man nodded with a thin smile that spread slowly over his gold tinted skin. Yoongi felt light-headed. His breathing slowed, his knees grew weak. Holy fucking shit, I'm gonna die.

  Yoongi could say something. He could tell this woman that this man isn't his brother, but a stranger. He definitely could do that- if he had a death wish. The likeliness of the man using his weapon in a school office with so many possible witnesses may be small, but the chances of him not being able to find Yoongi in a little town is slim. At least if he goes along with this he might have a chance to escape.

"Your name?" She smiled, leaning over the thin brown counter in the corner of the room. The man strode over to face her with that same suave smile.

"Min Seokjin." Yoongi freezes. Every muscle in his thin body freezes.

What the hell did I get myself into?

  He watches as the man fills out the forms, the woman watching him with obvious heart eyes- not that Yoongi blames her, to be honest.

"Okay, Yoongi. I already grabbed your bag for you." he smiled again, now facing the boy in all his terrifying glory. Yoongi felt his stomach turn sour.

"I-"

"Come on! Car's this way." something about his voice was just so... collected. Every vowel was steady, every syllable had a purpose. If he had something to say he said it with an agenda.  So he followed him.

This is how Min Yoongi got kidnapped.

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