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(A/n: M/n's outfit is up above! I hope you enjoy! I also hope you will have a wonderful day/night! ☀️🌈💕)

Requested by: @StraykidsMemeHacker

Trigger warning: Child abandonment

+ In this chapter, M/n is a seven-year-old kid! Yoongi will adopt him, later in the story! I do not write pedophilia! +

Song: "Dream" by Yoongi
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M/N's P.O.V

I ran around the front of the orphanage, the orphanage was near a popular music entertainment building called: BigHit Entertainment.

I would always sneak close to it, to hear the music they played, but there was always one window open when I came over there, after school.

A man worked in that music studio, with the open window, I could tell from his voice that he was a man, and from what I know, his name was Agust D or Suga, but why would someone name their child Suga or Agust D?

I know a little bit about the mystery man in the office, he changed his hair color a lot, one time it was blonde, and then, suddenly, he had black hair the next day (2018).

I have only seen him a few times when he came to shut the window since it was cold, but he was so pretty, he looked like a prince from a Disney movie!

I really wanted to get to know him, but I don't think he'd like an orphan like me.

I happily skipped over to the BigHit building, sitting outside Mr. Suga's music studio, listening to him play the piano. He did that sometimes, he'd play the piano for an hour or two, but I always enjoyed it.

But this time when he played, it felt different like he was lost in thought as he played.

Suddenly he stopped, his footsteps filling the silent room. I stayed quiet, hoping he wasn't going to shut the window because if he did, he'd see me. He would probably get mad like the other people did when I was in their way, they would shove me aside. Of course, there were a few nice people, they gently patted me on the head or give me a piece of candy.

I held my breath, hoping he wasn't shutting his window. His footsteps came closer and closer, and soon enough he was near the window.
"Who are you?" He asked, causing me to jump in surprise.
"I-I'm (M/n), Mister!" I spoke, looking up at him.
"What the hell are you doing out here, it's cold and late. Shouldn't you be at home with your parents?" He asked, looking down at me. His brown eyes filled with concern, but the moment he said parents, tears started to fall down my cheeks.

"I don't have any parents, Mister. They left me." I sobbed, falling to the dirty alleyway ground. His eyes widened and he quickly shut the window, turning away and leaving to go somewhere.

I didn't care where he went, at the moment, I just want to see Mama and Daddy, again, but they left me at the orphanage, when I was five.

I sat there on the cold ground, holding myself as I cried my little heart out. Suddenly, it started pouring, but I didn't feel like moving or taking shelter.

I could feel my eyes beginning to close, but suddenly, someone placed a big coat over my small body, before gently picking me up.

I sleepily rubbed my eyes with my small hands, looking to see Mr. Suga.
"Mister, where are we going?" I sleepily asked, laying my head on his shoulder. He looked down at me and softly smiled.
"I'm taking you inside, (M/n). It's cold and I don't want you to get sick." He answered, opening the BigHit building's front door.

"Do you have a home?" He asked out of nowhere, as he walked down the dimly-lit hallway.
"The orphanage next door is my home, Mister," I told him, he looked down at me, holding my small body a bit closer to him as he walked down the hall.
"I'm real name is Yoongi." He told me, probably tired of me calling him mister.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Yoongi." I spoke, not caring if I was using the right honorifics, at the moment. I closed my eyes, snuggled close to him for warmth since I was soaked.

He stopped, holding me in one arm as he opened his office door. He opened the door, shutting it gently behind him. I opened my eyes, looking around the nicely decorated studio.

My (e/c) eyes sparkled in awe, as he gently sat me down on a small couch that was in the room.

"I know you come over here everyday to listen to my music, that's why I leave the window open everyday." He stated, sitting down next to me on the black couch.
"Really?! You aren't mad?" I shyly asked, looking up at him.
"No, I'm not mad at all. I'm glad you enjoy my music that much that you come here everyday, after school." He spoke, a small gummy smile spreading across his face.

"I love it when you play the piano, Mr. Yoongi! It sounds so pretty!" I excitedly remarked, smiling my cute little heart-shaped smile. He looked at me and his eyes softened.
"You remind me of one of my band members. He has a smile just like yours. You're adorable just like him, too." He spoke, as I softly yawned. I moved closer to Mr. Yoongi, laying my head on his lap.
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(A/n: Hoseok is not M/n's father! Also, I found out I have a heart-shaped smile just like Hoseok's! I found that very cool! )
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"I'm sleepily, Mr. Yoongi." I whispered, as he recovered me with his coat.
"It's okay, get some sleep, Kid." He whispered, I could feel his fingers running gently through my (f/c) as I closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.