The couple which had left everything behind in the span of two days did it again as they bid farewell to the home in the hidden woods to head somewhere they weren't sure of. Where ever this next place was they were definitely heading to it because there was no turning back to an old life they weren't sure was still there for them. 

"Yoongi?"

"Yes, love?"

Jimin smiled at the nickname as he melted even more into the hand he held. The open road displayed the sight of lovely nature yet he founded the most pleasing sight to be Yoongi. The man was not doing much except keeping his one hand on the steering wheel while he held Jimin's hand with the other, and looking to the road ahead. Still, Jimin loved seeing him more. He found him so interesting that he even forgot what his question was. 

"Baby?"

"Yes?" Jimin responded as he moved closer to receive what he believed was a well awarded kiss. It had been a few hours since his last one so he was feeling quite in need of one. 

"Was that why you called me?"

"No."

"Tragic."

Jimin moved away to slap his arm and chuckle. "Are we almost there?" 

"Love, I don't know where there is."

There was a great confusion as to where they were going to find the person which could remove the tracking device from within Yoongi. They weren't sure how much longer they had util Dr.Dean realized that something was off. Jimin had answered her messages to keep her unknowing for as long as he could yet she was wanting to go see them. He had been holding her off by claiming he was going through an experiment with Yoongi which required the presence of no one, but himself. However, that would only be until the end of the day so if that tracker isn't out by tomorrow they could be founded out. 

"We don't have much time."

"I know." Yoongi said as he grabbed Jimin's chin and gave it a small shake. "But that doesn't change the fact that I don't know where she is."

"Can't you find someone else?"

"If you're asking if I can find someone else who knows how to find a tracker, take it out, and owe me a favor, then no. Patience is key. Just wait."

Jimin was waiting, except he wasn't sure what he was waiting for. Yoongi appeared to be driving aimlessly and if he wasn't then he wasn't wanting to tell him where they were heading. He decided that there was no point in asking anymore and just take a nap in hopes that when he wakes up they would come close to finding the woman. 

***

Jimin slept for what was only an hour, and felt like only an hour, yet he opened his eyes to find himself in a place he did not believe could be an hour away from where they had been. They drove through a place with tearing homes, broken side walks, and on what was barely a road. It was probably the rocky ground that had awaken Jimin in the first place. 

"She's... here?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Maybe."

"Are you going to look for her?"

"Well if I don't I won't find her, now will I?" Yoongi chuckled. "I think you need to take another nap. This one kinda left you dumb."

The comment went unappreciated as Jimin stared at the people looking back at him as they moved slowly through the road. The place reminded him of a town in a poor country. He was baffled. He didn't know places like this existed so close to him. Jimin had grown up with wealthy parents and he himself gained some into adulthood so never had he experienced any where near to how these people might be living. They appeared to have clothes on their back, even if not the newest or up to date, and a place to sleep. 

"How do you know of this place?" Jimin asked as his curiosity peaked. 

Yoongi sighed. "Lived here for a while." 

Jimin had seen in the file that Yoongi was quite the traveler yet he didn't expect this. In fact, he didn't know what to be expecting. Everyday with Yoongi was something new. Everyday he learned something of the man that those files could never tell. 

The car stopped in front of a brown house which looked pretty much deserted. The windows were boarded up with planks of wood. The small part of the porch was covered with overgrown grass. 

"Stay here and keep the door locked."

The moment the car door opened, unknowing eyes peered through windows to watch the stranger walk the lonely street. Yoongi could feel he was being watched from which ever way he could be looked from. The feeling was nothing new so he continued unfazed to knock of the molding wood of the door. There was no response as one would expect, but he kept going. 

"It's okay...I'm a friend."

Something fell to the ground inside, confirming Yoongi's suspicions. He moved from the door and to one of the boarded windows. Through a small gap he saw dark brown eyes like his own peering back. He put his hand up and smiled at it. 

"I'm not here to hurt you."

The eye disappeared to be replaced with another. This eye was a different shade of brown, a brighter one except there was a flaw to it. What was suppose to be white in the eye was actually a fading red. 

"Promise?" A child's voice asked in a small whisper which Yoongi only could hear. 

He nodded. 

"Back."

Yoongi grinned to reassure the child he was no danger. He stepped away from the window, and returned to the car where Jimin had not done as he asked. Yoongi repeated himself to his lover in a tone that was enough to scare Jimin and remind him to actually lock the car this time. He reached into the back seat for the remaining loaf of bread from their breakfast. There was questioning to his actions, but no answers were given. 

With food in one hand and only one pair of eyes staring, Yoongi re-entered the decaying property. He did as he was asked, go through the back. It was hard through the overgrown plants, but he made it. The windows in the back were boarded up, but not the door. He knock on the planks on the window since the screen door appeared to be shut. 

Whispers from inside broke out in panic, then a scream of a child. 

"Who is it!?" 

"A friend."

"Name!" 

"I said a friend!" Yoongi repeated. "I'm looking for your giver."

The first door opened to reveal a young boy, fifteen perhaps. His long black hair almost covered his fierce eyes. He tried to looking intimating as he eyed Yoongi up and down, but the other was not one to be made felt that way by anyone. 

"She's not here."

Despite the boy's attempt to keep the door as closed as possible from letting view from inside be seen, Yoongi caught sight of a child. 

"Then where is she?"

"I don't know."

"Is that bread?" A small voice questioned, no doubt the child from before.

Yoongi waved it by his knee so that the child could see it even if he could not see him. 

"You can have it if you tell me where she is."

"Who is she?"The boy asked. "If you tell me who exactly it is who you're looking for then I'll consider telling you."

The bread was set on the ground. The child pushed the boy at the door. He began to beg for it in tears no doubt. More voices called out to the raven haired boy who now struggled to keep the door as closed as possible. 

"Name her!" He urged as he fought forces behind him. 

"Tills. Her real name is Trillian Nam. You guys know as her your giver. I'm an old friends of hers."

The boy could no longer hold the door and so it opened, he was pushed aside as children rushed out for the bread. Yoongi moved back as he watched them scramble for the food. It could have been their first meal of the day despite it already being mid noon. He moved aside to the boy who was still at the door. 

"If you help me I can help you." He said to him. "What's your name?"

The boy shook his head. "It don't matter what my name is, you ain't gonna remember it."

Yoongi shrugged. "Oh I will. I'll either use it when I tell Tills that you told me where she was willingly or when I tell her the name of the boy I had to beat it out of. Where is she?"

The boy looked to the children who he was most likely suppose to be keeping inside. He sighed. 

"How can you help me?"

"Not just you," Yoongi turned around to the few children sitting around the bread on the ground. "them too. No more hiding. No more scrambling for the next meal. You'll get what you've always wanted."

"I just don't want to see them hungry anymore..."

"I know you don't." Yoongi said as he put a hand to the boy's shoulder. "I'm sure there's more of you so you either help me or leave them to suffer. Where's Tills?"

The raven haired boy nodded his head as he wiped the single tear that had come down his dirty cheek. He told Yoongi to give a minute as he went to find out from someone who knew. Until then the man stayed by the children. He spoke to them as the ravaged what was left of their lunch. 

"Good isn't it?" He asked them. 

All of them nodded except one. 

"It'd taste better with butter."

Immediately one girl stopped eating to glare at the boy. She called him ungrateful before shoving the food into his mouth. Yoongi was going to tell her off for that, but didn't get the chance. The boy returned with a paper that had an address scribbled on it. 

"She hasn't been here in about a week, but that's where she might be."

The writing on that paper took Yoongi to a town just over where the conditions were just slightly better than the other's. Jimin ended up doing the same as before, staying in the car with locked doors while Yoongi took care of matters. He entered a building where he knocked on the dirty white door of a second story apartment. A drunk man opened. 

"Hi, I'm looking for Trillian."

"Who the hell are you?"

The smell of the old man's breath made Yoongi want to punch him just so to get him away. He remained calm regardless and claimed to be an old friend looking for her. 

"You not a boyfriend?" The man asked as he suspiciously eyed Yoongi. "You s-sure?"

"More than sure. If you'd like to meet mine, he's downstairs."

The man referred to him what many would when he was younger so barely any offence was taken. He said she had been there a few minutes before, but now she was elsewhere. Yoongi took note of where that elsewhere was and walked the block to find her. 

"Trillian." He called out in a tune as he turned the corner. 

The woman he searched for, the old friend, was sitting on the floor with a cigarette in her mouth. She looked up with red eyes before a smile broke out on her face. 

"Pale boy!" She screeched before throwing herself at him. Yoongi took her thin body into his arms and let his vision be covered by her wet blonde hair. 

"I thought you were dead!"

"I'm surprised I'm alive too." Yoongi chuckled. "How are you?"

The two hugged once more before the girl answered him. Things were not going as well for her as they had been for him. The reason for her not being where she was suppose to a week ago had to do with the drunk man Yoongi had encountered. 

"He's kinda holding me hostage..." She sighed. "I...can't go home."

"That's too bad...for him. You're coming back, with me, now."

"Yoongi-"

Yoongi pulled her back into a hug. "Let's go get your things. I'm taking you out of here."

The second time that Yoongi looked into the drunk man's apartment he did it unannounced. He made his way in after his friend who asked for only a minute to gather her things.

"Quite a filthy place you got here." Yoongi claimed as he walked into the living room where the man had been enjoying a beer by the television. He looked up surprised and unsure what to do as the stranger waltz through his house.

"Wh-What...Trillian!"

Yoongi headed to the kitchen where he slipped a knife to his back pocket before returning to the living room where the man was standing by a door screaming. He decided to stand besides him as he too watched Trillian gather her things in a plastic bag.

"I'm Yoongi by the way." He held out his hand.

"I don't fucking care! She's not going anywhere!"

Yoongi nodded his head. "Yeah, she is."

The man glared at the girl before moving his foot to take a step towards her. Unfortunately for him, he only got to take one step because a knife was stabbed into his leg. He fell to the ground and screamed from the pain.

"He owe you anything?" Yoongi asked Trillian as she jumped over the man.

"Just about a hundred."

Yoongi looked down to the man. "You got it?"

The man whose veins popped out of his neck and his eyes became redder, shook his head.

"Get another knife."

The woman left the apartment with a few hundred dollars in her pocket and the man with splotches of blood on his hand. 

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Extra long chapter to make up for my tardiness. 

Hope you enjoyed! 

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