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Don’t ask how Min Yoongi ended up here. He doesn’t want to think about it. The girl walking with him didn’t ask. That was nice, he figured. She walked with a big smile on her face as she led him to her car.
“By the way, the names Zinni.” She smiled at him. He scoffed at how stupid her name was. “How old are you kid?”
With only a small moment of hesitation Yoongi sighed. “17.”
“Awesome, I’m 25,” Zinni smiled and opened a car door for him.”Kinda surprised you just agreed to following me so easily.”
Yoongi shrugged. He doesn’t exactly know why he did either. Maybe it was the fact that she had caught him stealing from a street vendor and the cops were down the street. Maybe it was the fact that she was wearing a t-shirt from one of his favourite artist’s concert.
Maybe it was the fact that she was handing out a flyer for a shelter for homeless, LGBT, teens. A thing he was. Homeless, 17, and in Seoul with no family. He doesn’t know why he agreed to coming to the shelter. He thinks it was the promise of safety. He hadn’t felt safe in a long time.
Zinni didn’t push, but she did inform him that her boss would. He understood that, but it didn’t stop him from trying to formulate some sort of story to tell the man. It probably wasn’t a good idea to tell the guy who was going to be providing him a home for no charge a lie, but Min Yoongi wasn’t known for good ideas.
How do you think he ended up homeless.
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Zinni drove them to the building while talking. After some internal discussion with himself he decided he liked Zinni. She had a girlfriend named Dahee, (Who was currently in jail but Zinni didn’t want to talk about that.) and worked as a personal trainer. She liked music and claimed that some of the other kids at the shelter did too. That made Yoongi feel a little better, they had something in common.
He was absolutely terrified when he thought about it. He knew he had social phobia and anxiety and he was about to go meet an unknown number of other kids. What if they thought he was ugly? Yoongi wouldn’t blame them, he also thought that. What if they judged him for being bisexual instead of gay? What if they thought he didn’t belong there?
Zinni assured him that there weren’t that many kids there as the shelter was fairly new. She explained that a lot of kids like him have mental illness.
“They’ll be just as scared of you as you are of them. If you don’t want anyone to talk to you they probably won’t for a few days. They understand.”
Zinni had a way of making Yoongi feel a lot calmer about the situation.
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Yoongi didn’t expect the building to be so. Modern. And big. He walked into the lobby and he saw two teens, younger than him, reading books on korean together. They didn’t really look like they were from here, so he supposed they were trying to learn.
“They’re from Thailand,” Zinni explained. “The girl likes people calling her Lisa and the boy likes to be called BamBam. You can choose if you want to go by a different name here if it will make you more comfortable.”
That explains the name Zinni, Yoongi thought.
He was led into an office by Zinni. It was fairly modern like the rest of the building. A man was sat at the desk and he smiled as Zinni led Yoongi into the room. He had a warm smile and Yoongi, although nervous, felt safe around him. Zinni left the room and the man Introduced himself as Bang Pd-nim. Yoongi told him how he had become homeless. Despite his planning to lie, he was entirely honest as he told his story to the man.
He was 14 when he first started feeling anxious and depressed. His parents tried to get him help and tried to push him into sports. He appreciated the sentiment, but it wasn’t helping him. If anything it made him feel worse. He liked sports, he played on his school basketball player. Back then he had more muscle and was quite the good player. He liked writing music and would use that to get his thoughts out. His parents figured that if that was helping him they wouldn’t interfere.
He was 15 when he was hit by a car and told by the doctor to stop exercising. He stopped playing basketball. Stopped playing all sports. He became thin and frail. He supposed he resembled a toothpick in his current state. He became a shut in. He never left his room. His dad hated it and would try to make him keep his bedroom door open, or force him to meet with family he had never met before. ‘Why can’t you just get over this?’ He’d yell at him. Yoongi didn’t know why he couldn't.
When he was 16 he felt confident enough to tell his parents he was Bi. To say they reacted bad was an, unfortunate, understatement. His mom was disgusted. ‘Bi is just something fags say to hide the fact their gay’ She yelled. His dad screamed that no son of his would be gay.
Yoongi’s hand were shaking as he told Bang Pd-nim that his dad slapped him across the face and told him to go fuck a woman. So that night he grabbed his backpack and jumped out the window. He got on the first train out of Daegu, his hometown, and headed straight to Seoul where he lived on the streets for the next year until today.
Bang Pd-nim let him get it all out and smiled when he was done. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, but I can assure you I won’t let your family find you unless you give your permission. You will be kept safe here.”
Yoongi hoped he was right.
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Once he was done discussing things with Bang Pd-nim, Zinni came back to lead him to his room. She started to explain how rooms worked around here.
“You’re getting placed into an apartment basically. You’ll get your own bedroom, but you share a living room, bathroom and kitchen. Sleepovers are allowed but everyone has to be in the room by 11. During school hours you can either choose to go to the high school down the road, be taught by a personal tutor, or just forego schooling all together. I recommend the tutor because You move at your own pace and get something to do for the day,” She smiled. “You get time to think about it though! There are exercise rooms, some have gym equipment some are just like. Dance studios basically. We have a cafeteria, they prefer you don't cook in your kitchen but we understand if you do.”
“You aren’t allowed out of your room between the hours of 11pm and 6am, safety reasons y’know? Bang Pd-nim will get you a cell phone sometime within the next week with his, mine, and a few other staff members numbers already in it.” She finally stopped in front of a door and knocked. “Alright, we’re here. Your Roommates will have a key for you.” She smiled.
Yoongi swallowed nervously. It was a lot of information and he wasn’t sure he heard it all. A boy,around his age, opened the door. He had slightly tanned skin and blonde messy hair. He was tall, especially compared to Yoongi. He smiled at Zinni.
“Zinni, Baby! What’s the occasion?” His voice was deeper than Yoongi expected.
“You have a new roomie Namjoon. He’s got anxiety so he might want space.” She explained professionally. The boy (Namjoon, as he had just learned) just nodded and looked at Yoongi.
“I’m Namjoon, I’m 17.” He introduced himself. Yoongi nodded.
“Same...uhm, I’m Yoongi.” Namjoon gave him a welcome smile.
“C’mon, let's get you settled in a bedroom and get you a shower. You got a change of clothes?” He asked, when Yoongi shook his head he continued “You might be close to Jimin’s size, if not then maybe Jennie’s.”
Zinni laughed and said her good bye to the boys, after letting Yoongi know where her own room is.
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Yoongi had let Namjoon lead him around the apartment and had chosen a room for him. Namjoon explained that the bedroom doors lock so he wouldn’t have to worry about privacy. He told Yoongi they had three roommates. A 16 year old boy named Jimin, and two 15 year old girls named Jennie and Rose. All three of them went to the high school while Namjoon chose to be tutored.
“I’m not a bad student, I’ve actually got the highest grades here, but I’d rather work one on one with someone, you know?” He explained and Yoongi understood. Namjoon told him how to work the shower and gave him clothes from Jimin’s closet.
“One of the older guys who work here will come help you shop for clothes. You can buy anything you want with them. Some of them try to give fashion advice, lord help you if Hee-nim takes your shopping.” Namjoon laughed as he handed them the clothes. “Use any of the products in there, we all decided to keep our products in our own drawers in the bathroom. So choose what you want from any drawer, fair warning all of Rose’s stuff smells like roses.”
“Why?”
“Cause she thinks shes funny.” Namjoon laughed and Yoongi felt the ghost of a smile.
Yoongi ended up choosing the drawer that had citrus smelling body wash and strawberry shampoo. One of the drawers had body lotion so he used that after he finished showering, it smelled like roses so he figured it was Rose’s drawer.
He walked out of the bathroom and found Namjoon in the kitchen. Namjoon looked at him and smiled.
“It's 4 so the kids should be getting home soon.”
Yoongi suddenly thought about meeting the other 3. What would they think of him? Wearing their clothes? Smelling like their bath products? What if they hated him? What if they were happy with just the four of them and wouldn’t like him at all? Thousands of questions and worries were flying through his brain. He could feel the anxiety attack coming on.
And then the door opened and a Girl’s voice rang out “Oppa! We’re home!”