𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 | 𝐲.𝐦 ✓

》thirty-eight

Ten minutes had rolled around the corner, and the dancers were all seated on their private jet that Jeongguk somehow paid for. Namjoon and Seokjin were seated near the back, Jeongguk was sitting next to Taehyung in front of them, and Jimin sat alone right at the front. But Jimin didn't mind though, he liked sitting alone and just watching the beautiful view whizz by from outside.

"Jiminie!" A voice yelled from all the way at the back of the jet. Jimin recognised the voice as his hyung.

"Yes, Jin-hyung?" He responded, turning around in his seat so that he could look at the eldest.

Seokjin's head poked out from the row of seats. He frowned. "You will allow us to speak to little Hobi everyday, right?"

A small chuckle escaped Jimin's lips. He nodded his head with a small smile.

"Yes, hyung. I will allow you all to speak to Hoseokie everyday."

Seokjin nodded his head, "Good," then situated himself in his seat once again. Jimin did the same.

It was then announced by the piolet that the jet would be taking off soon, and the first stop would be LA.

The five dancers got comfortable and prepared themselves for a long flight.

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"Welcome to your new home. Well, for now anyways."

Yoongi pushed open the front door to his small house, keys jingling in the lock as he did so. Hoseok's eager eyes roamed around his teacher's hallway, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Come on, kid."

Hoseok felt a large hand being placed on his back. Before he knew it, he found himself being ushered inside by the male.

Yoongi turned around and shut his front door, pulling the keys out of the lock before placing them down somewhere. His dark eyes then returned to the small, brown haired boy who was staring up at him.

"A-am I allowed to take my shoes off, Mr.Min...?" Mumbled the boy timidly, fiddling with his little fingers.

Yoongi felt like cooing at he sight. However, he held the urge to in.

"Of course, kid. You don't need to ask. And didn't I tell you that it was fine to call me by my first name when we're outside of school?"

Hoseok pouted. "Mh... M' sowwy."

The teacher chuckled and shook his head, slipping his own shoes off.

"No need to apologise."

Hoseok giggled then proceeded to pull his shoes off of his tiny feet. Once completed, he decided to quickly look at all of the pictures hung neatly on the walls of the hallway.

One, however, caught his eye. The little boy analysed it for awhile, squinting slightly. He took note that there were three people in the photo. Two of which appeared to be adults. The third person seemed to be a child. They were seated on the grass, the two adults holding onto the little boy who seemed to be having the time of his life: he wore a gummy smile on his lips and his eyes were shaped just like a cat's. He had his arms outstretched, and he leaned forward slightly, the adults preventing him from toppling over.

It was Yoongi's deep sigh that forced Hoseok to tear his eyes away.

"That photo caught your eye or something?"

Not knowing how to respond, Hoseok just nodded. Secretly, he was hoping for Yoongi to tell him a story; a bit of a backstory about the framed photo. Hoseok did love a backstory.

"Come into the living room, Hoseokie. I suppose I'll explain the photo to you."

Hoseok watched as the male brushed past him, descending down the hallway until he reached the end. Then, he turned before wandering into another room. Hoseok immediately followed.

Soon enough, the boy found himself in a medium-sized living room. Similar to the living room he had at his own house. It had one long sofa and one arm chair surrounding a large, flat screen TV. In the middle sat a coffee table, and a bookshelf was over the other side of the room along with another arm chair.

Yoongi sat down on his long sofa, gesturing for the small boy to come over.

"C'mere. You can sit on my lap if you wish."

Hoseok hesitated for a moment or two. Despite his past and trust issues, the boy knew that he could trust his teacher with every fibre of his being. Keeping this in mind, Hoseok waddled over to Yoongi then made grabby hands towards him.

Yoongi reached down and scooped the boy up in his arms. Hoseok squealed lightly and felt himself being lowered onto Yoongi's lap, little legs either side of the elder's.

"So, that photo. The one with the little boy, the man and the woman."

The brown haired boy nodded. "Mhm. Who were they?"

Yoongi took a deep breath. He hadn't even told Jimin all about his past just yet. However, he knew he could trust Hoseok. Just like Hoseok could trust him.

"Well... In that photo was me, my mother, and my father."

Yoongi couldn't help but to smile fondly at the memory which was replaying itself over and over again in his mind.

"We were having a nice day out. You know, just like families do."

"My brother was away with his friends at that point, so he didn't come with us."

The black haired male teared up at that point. His dearest brother, Min Jun Ki. The two hadn't spoken or even seen each other in years. They went their separate ways.

"You have a brother? Where is he now?" The curious boy seated on Yoongi's lap questioned, an eyebrow raised.

Yoongi casted his eyes down towards Hoseok, vividly seeing the bubbling curiosity in his sparkly eyes.

"I-I don't know where he is now, Hobi... I wish I did, but I don't."

"What happened?" Asked the boy softly. He noticed that the teacher was becoming a bit emotional, so he placed both of his little hands on the male's knees for support.

"Well... We never really spoke after I got kicked out of the house. In case you didn't know, I got kicked out by both of my parents since I confessed to them that I was indeed gay."

Yoongi's eyes narrowed, turning sharp. "I hadn't really brought the topic up with my elder brother, so when I got kicked out, he must've been shocked. I still remember his face as he watched me being thrown out from his bedroom window..."

Tears were now spilling from Yoongi's eyes, his lips beginning to quiver.

"H-He looked guilty and upset... But what angers me the most is that when I was forced to leave, he didn't even bother to say goodbye. I received no wave from him, no nothing. He didn't even come running out of the house as I trudged away..."

Yoongi was now sobbing. Broken sounds raked from his throat and cold tears splashed onto his lap, Hoseok turning alarmed at the sight.

"A-All I want is to hear from him again... To see h-how he is... That's all I want..."

The male trembled, biting his chapped lips between his teeth.

"I-I just want my older brother back, Hobi..."