I hummed as I washed up dishes, smiling to myself. Honestly, it felt like I was at home, but... I had a dad this time. Our first meeting wasn't the best, but Yoojun hadn't touched me again since. He said he wouldn't unless I asked. No, really doubt that he's Yoongi's father.

"Jimin?"

I perked up when he came into the room and set down a coffee cup. I quickly started washing it up. My eyes widened when I saw who's behind me.

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"It's been nice having you here for a couple of days," He admitted, rubbing my back. "Just like having Yoongi's mom back."

"I'm glad to help," I said, shrugging a little. "And it's nice to have a job again, even though it's not at the café with Tae and Jin."

"I'll be in my study if you need me, okay?" he said, ruffling my hair. He slipped out, leaving me alone to finish up the dishes.

There was a sudden knocking on the window near the table. I blinked and dried my hands off before going over to it. I opened it up to see Yoongi.

"Hi," he said, reaching for me. I pulled back slightly. "I know, you're pissed because I didn't save you both, but I'm here now. Come on, before he comes in here and drags you downstairs."

"Yoongi," I said, biting my lip. "He hasn't laid a hand on me since that first night. And... he's paying me to clean and cook-"

"Jimin, come with me now," he said as he climbed in the window. "Come on."

"I..." I trailed off and sighed. I didn't really want to leave. 

 I... I was pretty happy. I had a paying job; 

I had a dad, in a way. And it wasn't like I was a hostage. I bit my lips.

"What is with you?" he asked in disbelief. "Don't tell me you actually like being here." I shrugged and nodded slightly. "No, you are coming with me right now." He grabs my wrist and pulling me.

"I don't want to," I insisted. "And you don't want me, anyway." I break away my wrist from him.

"But I do," he blurted. "I care about you, and I know it was you who made those lunches. I had always thought it was Bogum, but he said it was you."

"Oh... Really.. so you in love with me because of that you're ridiculous!" I savagely said, crossing my arms to my chest.

"Jimin, I found another bowl in the study," Yoojun said as he came in. He let out a breath when he saw Yoongi. 

 "Son."

"I'm taking Jimin out of here," Yoongi said quickly. "Don't stop me."

"I'll get it," I said, taking the bowl and going back over to the sink. I started washing up more dishes.

"He seems pretty happy here, Yoongi," Yoojun pointed out. 

 "He's been a great help around here." He came over to me and kissed the top of my head. I giggled and smiled to myself.

"I think that he'll pick me over you," Yoongi said suddenly. "He loves me." We both looked at him. "You love being bad for me, Jimin. You're a brat, right?"

"I... I guess so," I said, biting my lip. "Yoongi... why don't you just relax, and we can talk about this some other time or something..."

"No, no," Yoojun said suddenly. "I'm curious to see what he has planned. Do you think you'll take him downstairs and dominate him? You think that will win him over, Yoongi?"

"I..." Yoongi trailed off and looked away.

"Am I not allowed to have a say in this?" I asked, curiously. "What's wrong with me working here? It helps a lot. For the first time in a while, I'm not freaking out over my friends that are gone, and I'm not worried about love or anything. I'm just... living." I saw Yoongi frown. "Yoongi... if you want me that bad, you need to put in the effort. Show me you really care about me. That you're over my brother."

"I can," he admitted. "I can do that."

"And there's nothing wrong with me being here and helping your dad with the cooking or the cleaning," I added. "Plus, he's paying me."

"And I won't touch him unless he were to ask me," Yoojun added quickly. "I swear." Yoongi sighed heavily.

"Fuck," Yoongi said softly.

"Stay for dinner?" I suggested. "You'll like it. If you really like my cooking, as you seem to say."

"Yeah, I do," he said with a nod.

"That's all it takes to have my son come to dinner?" Yoojun said suddenly. "Jimin, you'll have to stay for a long time. He never comes to dinner." Yoonjun smile.

"With good reason," Yoongi coldly pointed out.

"Just... stay for dinner and we'll talk later," I blurted. "I have to finish the dishes." They both when to the living room, leaving me alone in the kitchen cooking food for the three of us.

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I finished making orange chicken with a face on the orange and a cute dog design on their rice and I made kimbap for Yoongi with a Kumamon design and also I made a chocolate cake putting Kumamon's face on the bottom of the cake. I remember my brother told me he's a friend like Kumamon. Now I know who's the friend that he talking about.

Wait... I remembered now... It's mean...No way...

Yoongi is my...

Suddenly...

A crashed from the window of all a sudden came, a group of men appeared in the kitchen and surrounded me. I don't know what to do it armed them with guns.

"W-who are you?," I stammer.

"Are you Kim SeokJin?" before I answer someone covered my mouth with a handkerchief filled with an aromatic smell?

 I try to remove them but they were stronger than me.

"Jimin!" I heard a voice comes out and then suddenly I heard a gunshot before darkness consumes me.

''Yoongi!"