Ch.32
Jimin's P.O.V.
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Today was Saturday. The day of the deal and the callback. Hyungseong was wondering why I was so excited and then told him I couldn't go. He was so confused. He didn't understand. Neither did (F/n), but she was trying to respect my decision. I didn't mean to yell at her like I did when I found out. She was just trying to comfort me, but I'm done. Dancing has caused me nothing, but pain and it was rude of me to blame that all on her. Now our relationship was awkward. We're not that close anymore and Jungkook saw that. Did I even have a right to be jealous anymore? I ruined my bond with Kwon (F/n).
Right now I was walking to the warehouse with a slightly dead expression. Once I enter that building, I have to put on a friendlier face. They can't know that I'm hurting inside because of the callback. We have more important things to focus on. The sound of the truck turning onto the street made me turn my head. Seokjin was driving his car with (F/n) in the passenger seat. By the time I walked onto the same lot of the warehouse, Seokjin was already parking the car. He gave me an excited smile while (F/n) and I barely acknowledged each other. This was going to drive me crazy. How are we supposed to fix what happened though because I'm not dancing again?
Seokjin announced his entrance loudly. Taehyung and Jungkook didn't care, but Hoseok clapped. Yoongi left the room at the same time (F/n) entered. I was following behind them with my hood up and my hands in my pockets. So far, I was doing a bad job trying to act like I was fine. It looked like I was going through a rough break up. That's when the baggy hoodie had to go. Time for fake smiles instead! Namjoon had a calculator and was writing something down on the coffee table. He always made sure to do a second check on the amount of money the other gang owed. The last thing any of us wanted was to be cheated.
"Good, you guys are here." Namjoon looked up from his calculator. "You don't mind staying here, (F/n)?"
"I'm used to it. Don't worry about me." (F/n) waved his concern away. "I'll have fun here."
"It's so sad that you haven't been here for a minute and we're already leaving." Hoseok went to hug the (h/c) girl. She only giggled as he tried to comfort her on something she didn't mind too much. "It's also getting night."
"You guys always leave me alone during deals." (F/n) patted Hoseok's head as if he was a dog. "I'll be safe."
"We'll be back before you know it." Seokjin grinned as Taehyung zipped up his bag of spray paint.
When Namjoon first saw Taehyung's start of the mural, he tried not to upset the artist. He wasn't mad at all. He just didn't appreciate Taehyung's artistic vision of him. For some reason our leader was taller than the current members on the wall. Namjoon was taller than us, but he was at least a reasonable size. Taehyung was literally making him tower over us with a creepy smile. It was supposed to be a friendly smile, but the paint started to drip down. Now Yoongi complains about seeing that terrifying image at night. Letting Taehyung paint in the warehouse might have been a big mistake. Especially since he made me short and my fingers were like tiny stubs. He's lucky he hasn't done Yoongi yet.
Hoseok viewed himself in the unfinished mural. The silver hair was barely starting Hoseok's face and the red hair was already disliking it. As they complained, Taehyung cleaned his hands and walked over to Namjoon. Jungkook was bringing the ear pieces. We had to buy a new pair since our leader somehow broke them all. That's why Taehyung didn't hear us when there were cops. The pink hair lifted his head up once he finished counting the appropriate amount. (F/n) went over to hesitantly sit down on the rusty chair. Hopefully I had improved on my happy face. No one was questioning me, so I figured I was okay.
"We have everything organized." Taehyung played with his hands.
"That's good to know. Yoongi really helped me out when he watched over you guys." Namjoon chuckled.
"We didn't get the other crate you wanted. We didn't think that would be a good idea and Yoongi made the final decision on that," Taehyung said. He was no longer playing with his fingers. He gave the male sitting down a confident look as those words left his mouth. I had almost forgotten that crazy request Namjoon made.
"What?" Namjoon tilted his head.
"Since Yoongi was the leader and he gets the supplies for us, he decided no," Taehyung admitted.
Jungkook paused right behind (F/n) and looked around for the blue hair. He hasn't come out from the back room from doing whatever. Hoseok and Seokjin were no longer focusing on the mural. Now they were intrigued in the conversation, crossing their arms in confusion. They both glanced at each other with a raised eye brow. Even Namjoon shared the same expression. He was at a loss for words to hear this. It made Taehyung start moving his right foot to feel less awkward.
"When did I say to get another crate?" Namjoon furrowed his brows. Jungkook set down the ear pieces on the coffee table with a sigh.
"The same day you and Hoseok had after school detention," Jungkook stated to stand next to (F/n) again. She kept her gaze on Namjoon and then nervously staring off at the backroom.
"What?...I don't recall ever making that decision." Namjoon scoffed which was a little frustrating.
"Then why would Yoongi tell us that?" I questioned him as he only shrugged.
Taehyung immediately regretted bringing this up. Hoseok and Seokjin watched the conversation as if they were analyzing it. At that moment, Yoongi finally came out of the back room with a lazy look on his face. He strode over to us as everyone became quiet. (F/n) pursed her lips at the new situation. Problems surrounding the gang never seem to end. It was becoming exhausting. Especially since we had our own personal problems to deal with. Namjoon stood up from the couch, sighing and putting his hands in his pockets. Hoseok spoke up before our leader could ask Yoongi any questions about what the first years were talking about.
"Maybe Yoongi told you guys that himself and you guys thought Namjoon did." Hoseok brought it up, but we instantly made a face at his words.
"Yeah, Yoongi has been put in charge a lot recently. Maybe you guys just mixed it up by accident?" Seokjin shrugged.
"No way. Yoongi told us that Namjoon specifically asked for a new crate for another deal." Jungkook huffed as Yoongi licked hit bottom lip to then look away.
"The thing is that I never told him that I wanted another crate." Namjoon raised his hands up in the air.
"Then what?" Taehyung turned to face the faded blue hair. His hyung's bored gaze never changed. It didn't become worried, confused, or angry. He continued acting like nothing was going on. Everyone's attention shifted to the male rubbing his nose. Yoongi looked at everyone without speaking a word.
"Hm?" He raised a brow.
"Have you been telling them that I said to get another crate?" Namjoon kept his patience. "Have you been making up things to the first years?"
"We don't have time for this." Seokjin raised his watch. "We have to leave now if we don't want to be late for the deal."
"Can't we fix this problem first?" Taehyung whined as Namjoon's face grew more conflicted. Jungkook and Hoseok were already heading towards the truck with Seokjin. Yoongi stayed back, lightly glaring at everyone. He doesn't purposely do it. He just does it by habit.
"We can't." Namjoon sighed. "If we're late then we form bad connections and we're trying to get back into doing deals after the incident." He avoided making eye contact with the first year as he mentioned the arrest.
Yoongi started walking forward, swinging his arm around my shoulder. Taehyung was frustrated. He didn't say anything else and started heading to the truck with us. I looked over my shoulder to see (F/n) giving Namjoon some comforting words. He nodded and soon I couldn't see them anymore. We were out of the warehouse and Yoongi was pushing me into the truck. He ruffled my blonde hair first, then roughly shoved me inside with Jungkook. Taehyung then joined inside with us while Yoongi took the bed of the truck.
Our leader came out after saying goodbye to (F/n). He entered the passenger seat as always with Hoseok squished between him and Seokjin in the driver's seat. Hoseok tried to lighten the mood during the ride. He talked about various things and made a couple of jokes. Seokjin eventually joined him with the worst puns I've heard. They were usually funny, but him being nervous was ruining the quality. Jungkook booed the eldest only to get a strong glare through the rear-view mirror. The pain soon ended when we arrived at the deal. They released me early as always and I was so happy to be the spy at that moment. I was set free from all that tension!
Running towards a tall tree, I climbed it as fast as I could. There were no stairs to the roof top since it was a short building. If I wanted to get to the roof, then I would have to go inside and I didn't feel like doing that after last time. The tree was a little hard to climb but I eventually got the hang of it. A large branch hovered near the edge of the roof. Wasting no time, I jumped off the branch to have my hands slap onto the ledge. My feet slammed against the brick wall, but I had good footing. Somehow my hands were able to grip the smooth cement of the ledge and I pulled myself over. Landing safely onto the roof was done. Quietly making my way to the corner, I told everyone I was on the roof.
That let the others know it was time to get out of the truck. Being this high up gave me a good view of the lay out of the alley way. The sun was setting but there was one small light over a dumpster. The gang we were doing the deal with was sitting to the side of the large trash can, so they wouldn't be seen. Soon my gang was making their way over to them. Namjoon stood in front of all of them with Jungkook as the muscle close by. To the side of him was Yoongi with Taehyung and Hoseok behind. All of them wore their intimidating, cold, and hard to read deal faces. Jungkook roughly kicked the dumpster to cause a loud echo. The gang stood up and were a little grumpy to be found like that.
"Making sure there wasn't cops hiding behind that instead of us?" One of them joked. Namjoon continued to give them his best dead eyes.
"Do you have the money?" Namjoon asked.
"Can we see what you got first?" Their leader asked to have Namjoon's eyes narrow down on them.
"We don't work like that," Namjoon said. Their leader laughed and tried to give Namjoon his friendliest smile.
"C'mon Suga, don't act like that." They grinned. Hearing that name made me raise an eyebrow. That was Yoongi's code name so why was he calling Namjoon that?
"I'm not Suga, I'm RM." Namjoon's cool expression changed to frustration.
"What? Then you're not the leader. Which one is Suga?" They scowled, looking our members over. Yoongi lifted up his fingers to make the other gang leader calm down. "Great, I'm Skam then."
Skam lifted his hand to shake Yoongi's. He didn't get the interaction he wanted from the blue hair. Yoongi only sighed in annoyance while Namjoon's hands turned into fists. If he thought I didn't see that then he was dead wrong. My job wasn't just to make sure that the area was safe but to also make sure they kept themselves in check. Namjoon normally was the best at keeping his temper under control. Especially during deals, but lately he's been slacking as a leader. He got Taehyung arrested and now he wasn't focusing on the main goal of the deal. Hoseok raised a brow at Taehyung who only shrugged.
"Keep tough faces," I muttered to see those two harden their features again.
"Alright, can we see a least one bag?" Skam titled his head.
"I'm actually the real leader," Namjoon clarified as I gripped the ledge tightly. What was he doing!? There's no time for that! If Skam thinks Yoongi is the leader then we have to role with that. Trying not to groan at our leader's actions, I watched him confuse Skam.
"Well the guy who called me was Suga and he said he was the leader. Not RM." Skam growled.
"Why would you do that?" Namjoon nudged Yoongi, murmuring angrily.
"Focus on the deal." Yoongi glared at the pink hair before pulling one bag out of his jacket. "Is this what you want?"
"Hell yeah, Suga." Skam licked his lips in anticipation. "Get the money boys!" His men nodded and opened the back door to a building. While they disappeared, Suga tossed that one bag over to Skam. Namjoon hadn't dropped the leader situation. He turned back to ask Taehyung what was going on. If he doesn't stop this then he might get Skam angry. They're about to give us the money!
"Why does he think Suga is the leader? V, you're in charge of setting up the deals." Namjoon huffed, pointing his thumb over his shoulder.
"Suga helped me find this deal. They asked if one of us was the leader since they only wanted to talk to them. Suga said he was so that they'd work with us," Taehyung confessed to only get Namjoon more upset with the situation. It wasn't that big of a deal so I didn't get why it was bothering him so much. He was the true leader. Namjoon turned back to Yoongi as they came out with the money. He called Yoongi 'Suga' in a tone that I knew I had to stop him before things got too heated. Skam was staring at those two weirdly, telling his members to hold on with the money.
"You better cut that crap out, RM." I stared down at them with gritted teeth.
Namjoon froze and turned his body towards me. He made direct eye contact with me and I was shocked. The number one rule during deals was to never look for me or spot me. It can get the other gang upset for us watching from up above like we don't trust them. Which we don't. Skam furrowed his brows and his eyes followed were Namjoon was staring at so angrily. I had already hid away from the ledge and held my breath. My hand was over my chest, feeling how fast my heart was racing. A part of me wished I was at the callback instead. I shouldn't have blocked Hyungseong's number. But I can't return to dance.
Skam started to question what Namjoon was so paranoid about, but Hoseok came in as the distraction. He made a joke of the situation. Saying Namjoon must have saw something shiny and that he was always like this during deals. That must have earned him a glare from his friend. I knew Namjoon was upset that I had spoke to him like that despite him being my hyung. It shouldn't matter during deals. Skam laughed at Hoseok's jokes, taking a liking to J-Hope's humor and his own members were laughing. Taehyung brought over the rest of the drugs as Jungkook took the heavy duffle bags full of money. It was no longer safe for me to peek over the edge to keep watch over them. Now that Namjoon alerted them of the roof top, they would easily see the movement of my head poking up.
I told Seokjin to bring the truck around near the alleyway. The deal was almost over but it was more stressful than it had to be. It made me want to complain to (F/n) once we returned to the warehouse. But I know once we make eye contact, we'll awkwardly look away. I wanted my best friend back. Jumping onto the tree, I made my way down as Seokjin came by with the truck. I hopped into the back as he came towards the alley way. We could both hear Namjoon muttering things in frustration. Yoongi finally shook hands with Skam, saying that they'll possibly work together in the future again.
Jungkook handed the money over to Hoseok and Taehyung. He made sure to be the last one leaving in case they made a sudden attack. Namjoon stormed out of the alleyway, roughly hitting his shoulder against Yoongi's. The male's eyes widened, his eyebrows hiding in his faded blue bangs. He was surprised by our leader's sudden aggression. Even I was at a loss of words at the sight. Taehyung was pouting, a similar look to when Namjoon was stressing him about deals. Hoseok gave the silver hair a worried expression before looking over at his friend with annoyance. Jungkook sighed as he hopped into the back with me. Taehyung placed the money inside but came into the back with us. He didn't lift his head and I sighed heavily, disappointed with Namjoon's behavior.
"What happened during the deal?" Seokjin asked as we drove out of the area.
"Ask Namjoon!" Jungkook scoffed to get Namjoon to look back at him with a frown.
"Yeah, what was up with you today? You lost your cool completely." Hoseok tried to calm down the pink hair with carefully chosen words. I didn't care to jump around what happened.
"Yoongi kept this deal from falling apart. Maybe he should be the real leader," I mumbled under my breath.
It was still heard amongst all my members. Seokjin's eyes widened, his jaw dropping at my words. Taehyung snapped his head up, not expecting me to say such things. It wasn't typical of me to do this. I was regretting my words at first but then decided to stick with them. Yoongi didn't say a word and rested his head against the window. Hoseok pursed his lips as Namjoon gritted his teeth. Jungkook appeared impressed and even nodded. Before the red hair could try to justify my opinion, Namjoon exploded.
"Park Jimin, you show your respect to me!" Namjoon shouted as I bit my lip. Jungkook rolled his eyes and didn't hesitate to defy his hyung.
"You're not perfect, Namjoon. We're allowed to have a say in this. You haven't been a good leader even though you promised!" Jungkook reasoned. "Yoongi has actually been good as a temporary leader for us."
"We still respect you, Namjoon, but...they're right," Taehyung finally spoke out. Namjoon's eyes tried to hide the hurt behind them.
"...I'm disappointed too." Hoseok sighed.
Yoongi lifted his head to stare at the red head next to him. One moment Hoseok was trying to keep everything peaceful, but now he told his truth. Namjoon's lips were parted as if he wanted to speak. Nothing left after Hoseok divulged about how he felt with his friend's leadership skills. Seokjin's grip on the wheel tightened. The ride home has gotten worse. (F/n) is going to be greeted to a lot of yelling when we come into the warehouse. Namjoon shrunk back into his seat, staring at his lap in disbelief. Yoongi poked his head out the window to look at us first years. He mumbled, telling us not to bring the leader thing up anymore. Another example to prove he could be suited for the role. Seokjin coughed awkwardly and glanced at the pink hair.
"I know you don't want to hear this, Namjoon, but it's fair to say that your promise hasn't been kept that much." Seokjin frowned. "I believe you're a good leader, but you've become insecure about it ever since Taehyung got arrested. As your hyung, I want you to really think about that before we go to talk it out in the warehouse."
Namjoon didn't turn to face the eldest member. His shoulders sunk further down as Seokjin spoke. Seokjin asked 'okay?', waiting for some kind of response from the second year. Eventually Namjoon gave him a light nod. I closed the window with a sigh. Jungkook only gave me a shrug as we turned to Taehyung. He was dragging his finger along the bumpy texture of the floor of the truck. He had a connection with the second years that we didn't have. It was the main reason he always felt so bad in questioning Namjoon's leadership. I crawled over to him, rubbing is back as the truck turned onto a different street.
The truck soon drove the long narrow street that led to the warehouse. We all poked our heads up as Seokjin drove the car to his parking space. It was time to discuss the leader of our gang. Even though Namjoon has been slacking, I didn't know how it would feel like to change his role all of a sudden. He was the first real member of this gang. Then Hoseok, Yoongi, Seokjin, Taehyung, and then Jungkook joined the same time as me. Everyone slowly got out of the car. No one was in a rush to get inside. When we entered the warehouse, (F/n) was listening to a girl group song that we both know the dance to. She immediately stopped the music once she saw us coming in. Her usual welcoming smile didn't appear to see us all coming in with frowns.
"Did the deal go bad?" She asked.
"Nope." Hoseok held up the bags of money. He came over to the edge of the stage, jumping off and opening a small door. He tossed the money inside as we all went over towards the couch. (F/n) was baffled by the mood and got off the couch. She looked over to Jungkook for answers instead of me. He didn't tell her anything. He only wrapped his arm around her shoulder.
Seokjin sat down on the couch with Hoseok. Taehyung plopped his body down with them. The maknae and I remained on our feet with (F/n). Yoongi took the rusty chair while Namjoon came over with his tongue pushing the wall of his cheek. We waited for him to speak. I half expected him to attack Yoongi out of nowhere. The third year didn't look the least bit afraid of what was going to happen. He always looked tired and annoyed. Namjoon then opened his mouth to speak. He cleared his mind during the ride but hadn't forgotten the reasons why the problem was occurring.
"I'm sorry for not getting my act together. I really want to make things right." Namjoon sighed. "But I still wonder why Yoongi told you guys about the crate when I never said that."
"I don't know. I think I was looking at an old text." Yoongi shrugged.
"Possibly. Not that I don't believe you, Hyung..." Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck. Yoongi softly nodded his head as he slowly faced Namjoon.
"Is everything okay now?" Yoongi questioned. Namjoon was about to call it a quits before he grew frustrated again.
"...no. Actually, why did you call yourself the leader to the other gang?" Namjoon furrowed his brows.
"Taehyung already explained." Hoseok reminded his friend. (F/n) nudged Jungkook for answers, but he ignored her. He wanted to see where this would lead to.
"Well, you don't actually want to be leader? Right?" Namjoon chuckled as Yoongi looked up at the sky.
"He's not purposely trying to take your job," Seokjin told him. The pink hair sighed, tightening his hands into fists once more. My eyes spotted that right away.
"We were just joking about Yoongi being our new leader," Jungkook said, "But I'm actually starting to think that might be a good idea. I think you have things to work out first, Namjoon."
(F/n)'s eyes widened at the boy next to her. She didn't know exactly what was going on, but she certainly picked up on the basics. Namjoon was shocked by the maknae's words too. He looked so betrayed that it made Hoseok and Seokjin look down. They couldn't look him in the eye anymore. Maybe because they actually agreed with what Jungkook had to say. He wasn't being hostile and actually spoke from a logical stand point. Taehyung was rubbing his hands nervously as I slowly nodded at what was previously said. (F/n) couldn't take the situation anymore and walked off to the back room. The conversation made her upset, earning a sigh from Jungkook and I.
"...He's sort of right," I heard Taehyung say. Namjoon now looked incredibly hurt. Yoongi stood up from the rusty chair, walking away from us. I couldn't see his facial expression at all. He kept walking and disappeared into the back room with (F/n). Namjoon kicked the rusty chair, watching the chair leg break off.
"You got to be kidding me..." He sighed. His brows were knitted tightly together before he looked up at all of us. "Guys, I made this gang. I can see that I've been slacking but there's no reason for me to stop. Min Yoongi, come back!"
"I don't know." I pick up the rusty chair as Namjoon runs a hand through his hair, muttering that this wasn't fair and happening all of a sudden.
Reader's P.O.V.
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Jungkook didn't tell you what was going on. They all just arrived with an even bigger problem than before. You felt a lot of sympathy towards Namjoon. He is a good leader. He just hasn't had the best luck after Taehyung's arrest for some reason. The first years mainly feel this way because Yoongi has been the temporary leader. They haven't dealt with him during tough times as the leader. Only as an equal member. It was too much to listen to once Jungkook gave his opinion. Then Jimin even agreed with him! It was absolutely ridiculous. It broke your heart to see Namjoon getting his title thrown away like nothing because of a simple misunderstanding.
You decided to go into the backroom, so you wouldn't be there for the rest of the conversation. At least there was no fist fighting. Still, you could see how Namjoon felt from the look in his eyes. Did the younger members not see that? Then Taehyung even agreed, and you felt like bursting! Hoseok and Seokjin weren't trying to defend Namjoon at all. Did they agree or something? Then Yoongi didn't say a word either. He just sat there like a punk. All he did was act like nothing was going on. This was a pivotal moment for the gang. They were questioning their leader and asking if Yoongi would be better. They're literally talking about him and he yawns.
It was unbelievable. You wanted to scream in the back room. As you paced around the room, you then stiffened up to see Yoongi walking in with a smirk. What was he enjoying so much? He came to the other side of the room and started chuckling. His friends were fighting over who should be leader, seriously thinking about nominating him, and he was in here laughing? Min Yoongi was a strange person, but this was too much. Narrowing your eyes on the male, you crossed your arms and walked over to him with a frown. His smile never left as you came closer. He only looked amused to see you this way, two fingers resting against his grinning lips.
"What the hell are you laughing about?" You chided.
"I didn't think it would be this easy." Yoongi removed his hand away from his face.
"What?" You glanced over your shoulder. "What are you going on about? Are you crazy?"
"Everything is going according to plan." Yoongi hid his gummy smile. He then shoved you back as he got off the wall. "Namjoon's leadership has crumbled and I will be in charge. The first years really are impressionable, aren't they?"
His eyes had an evil glint to it. Staring at the monster in front of you, it slowly registered in your head that this was his doing. All of it. He purposely lied about the text Namjoon 'sent'. Did he really want to be the leader so badly? What's wrong with him? You furrowed your brows and shook your head at him. This was somehow so funny to him. Not to mention, he revealed this information to you of all people! Once you tell the members, they're definitely going to see him in a different light. It was only right to tell them the truth. Yoongi did this behind Namjoon's back. Behind the whole gang's back!
"I'm gonna tell them. Thanks for admitting it, smart@ss." You growled to see his smirk grow.
"Why does everything happen for me?" He asked no one in particular. Pausing, you waited for him to explain. He sighed at your confusion and gladly made it clear for you. "They'll put me as leader and then you'll tell them this crazy story about me planning this from the beginning. They won't want to be friends with you. I mean, Jimin already hates you! That makes my job easier!"
"He doesn't hate me..." You murmured as he only laughed.
"Seriously, who knew it would be this easy to make the gang not believe in Namjoon?" Yoongi crossed his arms. "I really liked how Namjoon had power over people. He's respectable but I wanted a taste of that. Make sure to mention that when you go cry to them. No hard feelings to him though. I still like him and the rest of the gang."
"You're sick..." You watched him clap his hands softly. He was so excited to take over the gang after manipulating them. Shaking your head, you then jumped when you heard Namjoon's voice shout Yoongi's name. He didn't sound like he was joking. Walking towards the opendoor frame of the backroom, you saw the deadly look in all the members. What happened while you were gone?
"What?" Yoongi came out of the back room, his heavy grin now a light smile. He only took a few steps farther then you. He saw their looks and felt unsure about walking any closer to them.
Seokjin was pinching the bridge of his nose, bending over his knees in disappointment. Hoseok was ashamed and so was Taehyung. Jungkook almost had a vein bursting on his forehead and neck. Then Jimin roughly tossed the rusty chair down to the floor. Namjoon was scowling as he came towards the middle. Something about this made your stomach do flips. They weren't looking at you, but you wondered how Yoongi felt about this. All these looks were so random. Yoongi asked what was wrong with all of them as Namjoon pulled of his ear piece, lifting it high in the air. Jimin took his off as well as Jungkook. Taehyung ripped it off, his face red with a few tears building up. Hoseok and Seokjin tossed theirs in Yoongi's direction.
His skin was paler than you had ever seen before. Taking a few steps to see Yoongi's face, he looked like was caught by the police. That's when you noticed his ear piece in his ear with a green light on it. Did that mean it was on? You brought your hands up to cover your mouth as you realized why Yoongi looked like he was going to vomit. There was no need for him to have you telling them the truth. He did it himself by accident. The thin male was now breathing heavily as all the gang members stood up. Each and every one of them had a betrayed expression. Plus, rage for being lied and manipulated to like this.
"Min Yoongi, you can get the f*ck out of here." Namjoon seethed in anger.
"Namjoonâ" Yoongi tried speaking only to get yelled at even more.
"Shut your mouth before I break your jaw! Do you understand that?" Jungkook snarled. "To think I even respected you..."
"Please leave, Yoongi. You're not welcome here anymore." Taehyung wiped his right eye.
"...but guys, where am I going to stay? I live at the warehouse!" Yoongi trembled. You've never seen him actually genuinely frightened like this before. Not even when a gun was pointed to his head. "I have nowhere to go!"
"You should have thought about that before you tried to steal Namjoon's power right from under him." Hoseok scoffed. "Some family member you are."
Yoongi swallowed hard as their harsh words hit him in the face. They had the right to be furious. When he revealed his actions, you were completely done with him too. How messed up does he have to be to think that was okay? Didn't he consider these guys family? Nothing made sense. There was no reason for him to do this. Only because he wanted power over people? Jungkook came over to Yoongi with his teeth bared like a wild animal. He grabbed the denim jacket of the blue hair, lifting him up a few inches off the ground. Though you were disgusted with Yoongi, you didn't want to see violence between them. Reaching your hand out to stop Jungkook, your hand was snatched by Seokjin.
"I'm taking you home. You shouldn't have to see this." Seokjin began practically dragging you out of the warehouse.
"No!" You screamed. "Jungkook, please don't hurt Yoongi! He's wrong but don't do that!"
"Just kick him out already." Jimin shoved his fingers into his hair and then glared at Yoongi. "If I ever see you here again, I swear I'll run you over with Seokjin's truck. I swear to God!"
"GET OUT." Namjoon pointed out the door as Seokjin pulled you away.
He forced you into the passenger seat of his car. You tried to open it, but he already locked it. By the time you tried to open it again, he grabbed your hands and tied them together with rope. He looked apologetic when he took it out of the glove box and flinched as you screamed at him. What was he doing!? Why was he doing this!? You cried out to get out of the car as you struggled to unlock the door. Pounding your fists against the window, you watched as Jungkook brought Yoongi our and slammed his frail body onto the floor outside of the warehouse. The third year was panting on the ground, his nose already bleeding. Seokjin ignored your cries as he drove onto the road. Turning around in your seat, your heart raced to see Jungkook spit on Yoongi. Jimin came out to kick the male who was on the ground. They just kept attacking him.
"Please don't look at that," Seokjin requested as you whimpered.
"I'm mad at him too...but why?" You stared at him.
Seokjin was the eldest member. He always had the best advice. He knew how to make you feel better with wise words. Now he couldn't even look at you as he drove as fast as he could. He continued pressing the pedal, ignoring any red lights. With your tied-up fists, you banged them on his arms. He refused to answer you or even comfort you. All he did was tie you up and expect you to listen to him. Your kind Jungkook left Yoongi bleeding and then your sweet Jimin kicked him relentlessly. It was hard to describe your emotions. You already didn't have the best relationship with Yoongi since he hated you. The boy didn't waste a second to make your life harder and yet you don't believe he should be treated like that. You wanted to punch him too for doing this to the gang and especially Namjoon, but if you had Yoongi in front of you right now...you wouldn't be able to lay a hand on him.
The truck stopped harshly, making you fly forward. Seokjin avoided your sad eyes. His grip on the wheel was tight and you knew he was upset with Yoongi too. They were third years together. Those two already fought once, but they made up. Seokjin took a bullet for that guy! Only to have this happen. He was troubled on what to think. Disappointed for a second time, but Yoongi did commit a crime he can't take back for Seokjin. The elder member removed the rope from your wrists without looking at you once. The moment your hands were free, you grabbed his hands and begged.
"Seokjin oppa! Don't let them hurt Yoongi! Please!" You cried as he ripped his hands away from you.
"Whatever happens to Yoongi happens." Seokjin sighed, the words leaving his mouth were the hardest things for him to say. They brought him pain too. "We're no longer associated with Min Yoongi."
"Seokjin oppa..." Your chest grew heavy.
"Get out of the car and get inside," Seokjin ordered as you shook your head. He groaned, finally reaching his limit for the night. "Get inside before I make you!"
"Fine then." You sniffled, exiting the car with a loud slam. You ran up the stairs with blurry vision.
Just getting to your door was a hassle. Seokjin really let you down. It made your heart ache. What's going to happen tomorrow at school? Or whenever you guys see Yoongi? What's going to become of him? Why did he have to go and f*ck everything up? It made no sense. He didn't want you destroying his happy little 'family' but then he goes and does it himself. You got inside your apartment to let out a loud sob. God, you wanted to kick Yoongi but you knew you wouldn't. Something you never told Yoongi was that you worried about his weight. He always looked thin and fragile. The guy who spread the rumor about you being a slut! And you ask Seokjin to protect him. Were you the one who had something wrong with them?
Wiping away your tears, you couldn't believe you cried over that. It only infuriated you further as you thought over the events. Yoongi didn't deserve violence, but he didn't deserve luck. He should get a reasonable punishment. Whatever that might be. For now, you're not going to talk to him. It's not like he'll speak to you anyway. He didn't even react when you were screaming 'no' at the top of your lungs when Jungkook threw him. The way the blood traveled onto the dirt. Then there was some blood even staining his fading blue hair. You didn't enjoy seeing the members in pain. Not even him. Letting out a scoff, you wanted to forget tonight. So you stayed at the kitchen table rethinking everything that happened until your brain couldn't take it anymore. Just forget it allâknock knock.
Raising your head, you stared at the front door with confusion. You were currently sitting at your kitchen table. Only one light was on in the entire house. Unnie wasn't here and she always remembers her key. Getting up from the door, you wondered if it were Seokjin coming to apologize. Or Jungkook and Jimin. You felt more tempted to yell at them then at Yoongi. You definitely had something wrong with you. Getting up from the table, you wiped your nose as you walked over to the door. You didn't bother to look through the peep hole. Instead, you just opened it to see Yoongi shivering. The blood had become a bit dry and he looked like he was going to collapse from the cold.
"Yoongi?" You gasped before pulling him inside. "What are you doing here!?"
"...I really have nowhere to go. I wasn't lying about that." Yoongi refused to look you in the eyes. "Please let me stay here."
This night kept getting worse. You stared at the male in front of you fall onto his knees. He looked so broken that you felt bad. Soon memories of him laughing and betraying his group came flooding in. Then all the times he's mistreated you. Out of all his choices, he decides to come here? Yoongi stopped shivering as much, but the blood on his face was still there. Some wounds were still open, bleeding, and dirty. He was clutching his stomach tightly. Biting your lip, you look out of your apartment window to see if any of the members were angrily following him. There was nothing in sight. Turning back to face him, you put your hands on your hips and glared at him.
"And why should I let you stay here? I'm sure you have somewhere else you can hide," You said.
"Did you not listen to me?...I know you hate me, but you're my last option." Yoongi frowned.
"Your parents?" You raised a brow to see him grit his teeth, so you sighed. "Look...do the other members know you're here?" He shook his head.
"They left me alone after a while..." Yoongi confessed making you upset with the other members too. "Let me stay here. Please."
"Are you telling me the truth when you say I'm your only option?" You asked sternly.
"I know you have no reason to believe me or trust me...but I'm not lying." Yoongi swallowed hard. "Please..."
"...my sister can't know you're here." You gave in. "Let's go to my room."
Yoongi nodded as you brought him over. Opening the door for him, you let him sit on your bed as you took out a couple of wet wipes. He didn't enjoy having your face so close to his but didn't protest to you cleaning his face. The blood was cleaned off and he was back to normal. Yoongi stayed silent when you went to throw away the wipes in your trash can. Time to set up a bed for him. Pulling heavy quilts out from your closet, you laid it down on the floor. It's not like your room was the biggest but he had enough space to sleep. It should be comfortable enough. He should be grateful that you care about it even being comfortable. Going back to your closet, you grabbed the biggest shirt you had and some old pajama pants. You looked away as he changed his pants but returned your gaze when he was changing his shirt.
It wasn't because you were tempted to see his bare chest. No, you sucked in your breath when you saw some newly forming bruises and old scars on his milk like skin. He licked his lips, ignoring all the bruises like it was normal. He pulled the shirt down slowly and stared out the window in your room. You walked over to your bed and sat down with him. Your presence brought him out of the lost state he was in. Yoongi eyed you with confusion at first. The blood from his fading blue hair was gone. He was probably still hurting from the hits he took. You could only imagine what school was going to be like tomorrow.
"No need to thank me," You chuckled. You still couldn't believe you were actually doing this. Did Yoongi even deserve this amount of geneoristy from you? Too late now.
"...thanks," He muttered under his breath.
"Everything will be better soon. That is, if you choose to make things right." You placed your hand on his shoulder to only have him slide it off. "Can I ask why you did what you did?" Yoongi blinked silently. He didn't face you for a full minute. That's when he turned to face you, his nose barely grazing against yours.
"I don't know want to talk about that right now," He said in a soft whisper. Your heart pounded loudly when you felt him place his hand on your thigh.
"What are you doing?" You put your hands on his shoulders as he only came closer. "Yoongi, stop!" He pressed you down on the bed. Closing your eyes tightly, you gritted your teeth to feel his hot breath on your neck. Then you heard him chuckle lightly.
"I'm not actually going to do anything." He lifted his face a few inches away from yours.
"You're so messed up!! What is wrong with you!?" You shoved him off. Yoongi's gummy grin eventually fell down. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed heavily.
"Sorry...sometimes I do things without thinking." He got up from your bed. "I'll sleep on your couch to make you more comfortable."
"No!" You shouted to see him turn around. He stared at you like you were crazy for wanting him to stay. "You gotta sleep in here so my sister doesn't find out." You laughed nervously as he mumbled another apology.
"Okay..." He got under the quilt.
"Forget about it. You're lucky I'm putting up with you so be thankful. Just don't do it again or I'll kick you in the crotch." You threw your blankets over yourself.
"Fair enough."