7:06 pm. The bus should have been here almost 20 minutes ago. He thought, angrily wrinkling his nose. Sitting there on a bench thankful he wasn't getting wet, even if rain usually didn't bother him. He stared at his phone, just the black screen, reflecting his pale face. And he was so tired, you could see the word tiredness written on his face.
He looked around out of bordomeness. He could see just see a few lights, blurry in the distance. It was actually a perfect day to stay home: A cold October day, a bit windy and uncomfortable.
"But I just had to go out and get that damn crap for Joon." He snarled, knowing that nobody would hear his complaints anyway. "Just because that dumpass got a fucking cold last night. It had to be that way."
He then saw a girl across the street, sitting alone on the sidewalk. If she didn't have the bright red umbrella, he wouldn't even have recognized her. For how long has she been sitting there? She just sat there staring in front of her, and if Yoongi's eyes didn't fool him, she cried. Again, he looked at the time; 7:11. I'm usually not that guy, but I can't let a probably 8 year old girl sit there in the cold.
Not looking wether any cars came he crossed the road walking straight up to the girl. She didn't look up. Did she even notice him?
"Uh.. Hey. Can I.. help you?" She still didn't respond. Oh my god. Why am I doing this. He kneeled to see her face. Her eyes were closed and tears flowed down her cheeks. She made tiny sobs and said whith a trembling voice: "Go away. Y- you're a bad guy. I don't want to die again."
"What are you talking about, dying again? What do you mean? I'm not a bad guy." And that's a lie. I'm worse than you can imagine.
"Ok, look. If you don't want me to help you I'll go. But don't say I didn't try to help you." He sighed, more annoyed than before. He turned around not suspecting anything bad. As suddenly a screaming, no, almost a screaching made him wince with surprise. Immidiately turning around, he saw the girl standing there, the umbrella on the ground and eyes wide open. Her face looked horrifying: the jaw dropping so low, you could believe it was broken and huge, only black eyes staring into his soul.
The next moment she disappeared, leaving him standing there, mouth and eyes wide open. No, she didn't run, walk or even fly away. She just blopped away. As if she was a bubble. The umbrella, still laying on the floor moved a bit from the wind.
Disbelieving what just happened, he looked around for more witnesses. But he was alone. "HOLY FUCK! What just happened? What the actual- In the name of my holy ass-" He couldn't even move, paralyzed by what he just had witnessed. "I've seen a lot. But this. This can't be topped by anything. Nobody. Nobody will believe me."
He looked around again, but there was still no sight of living being.
"Tell me this was just a dream, please. There are no ghosts, right? No ghosts. They don't exist. Right. No ghosts. Period." Calming down a bit he decided to go downtown and take the underground instead of waiting for a dump bus that wouldn't come anyways.
Ight. Gotta hurry. Only 7 minutes minutes 'till the next tubes coming. And he arrived perfectly in time. He quickly rushed in squeezing through several people and, luckily, finding a seat next to an old lady. Ok a good reason for what just happened is probably that I smoked too much pot last night. Wait a sec. Is that even possible? Now that is a question. Was this scenario real or was it not? He wished he knew.
Suddenly his phone rung. A message:
Namjoon: Hyung?! What takes you so damn long to get that stuff?
He's kidding me. Is he?
Nope, he's totally serious.
You:
Chill, I'm on my way.
Namjoon:
You where gone for like 4 hours, idiot!
You:
Hey! Do you think it's easy to find a guy who sells fucking 'pseudoephedrine'?
You:
I don't care about any of your goddamn drug experiments!
Namjoon:
Yeah whatever. Just hurry up!
Yoongi thought the day couldn't get any worse. First waking up with the possibly worst headache he had ever have, then being caught up in a fight with one of their ex clients, getting away with, thank god, only a few wounds and bruises AND having to wander around in the city for three and a half hours, searching for a weird guy he doesn't even know. BUT that guy, of course, knew Namjoon. And he was annoying. Very. Annoying. He's lucky Yoongi didn't beat the crap out of him. And the so far worst and creepiest part of today: the girl.
Yoongi felt a weight on his shoulder, already knowing what had happened. That fricking old lady fell asleep, and also her head was heavy. Goddamn! Is her fucking brain made out of stone? Cause that's what it feels like. He didn't give a shit about what the woman could've thaught, shook her head off and stood up to get out of the tube the next station.
It was already dark when he came out of the subway and decided to get a take out at the Chinese restaurant called 'The Fortune Cookie' a few blocks away. He knew Namjoon liked fortune cookies a lot. Well, he should know after knowing him for almost 9 years. So, he took two, even though you were supposed to only take one.
He walked down the street eating his noodles and chicken. The rain soaked him, even though it was almost only drizzling. Since he didn't wear a hat (what he probably should have) his hair got curled a bit. You could even see the water drops decorating his dark hair.
Finally he made it to the fort, his ID got scanned as well as his right eye and in no time Yoongi could pass. The system, on which he was really proud of, was created by him. And since then, they've only had one invader. That was almost a year ago.
You could guess that that guy made it in, but never came out of the fort again.
He walked to the west corridor where only 10 rooms found their palce. In three of them Namjoon, Taehyung and himself lived. The other 6 where still empty. Of course, only the most skilled where allowed to live in the west corridor. And so far, it's only the three. Yoongi wasn't expecting anyone else to move to the corridor anyways. And the way it was now was good, in his eyes.
He believed any more people would maybe cause a conflict. He had known Namjoon since he was 15 and found Taehyung a year and a half later. Taehyng was kidnapped by some people in the same syndicate Namjoon and he worked for. And whose fault is it that both of them, then innocent children, worked at such a place? His. And only his fault, at least he believed.
Opening the door at the end of the west wing which lead to a cellar, he could already smell the making of meth. He did smoke weed sometimes but never took drugs, it wasn't his thing. Namjoon didn't either, he was taught how to make drugs, just so they could be sold for a lot of money. A while after starting to work here, he became an expert in drugs, hacking and fighting.
Taehyng was specialised at assassinating and hidden, unexpected attacks to convict the victims. Also he was the best sniper Yoongi had ever seen. You could say he's weird, more like a psychopath at first, but once you get to know him better you wouldn't say so. He's a nice and kind guy, but you dare underestimate him.
Yoongi didn't even know the names of Taehyungs kidnappers. Usually you don't get to know people in big gangs, only the ones you work in a team with. You have to know that, most of the time, you have a lot of people around you but you're actually all on your own. Well anyways, Taehyung never really told them about his past and neither Namjoon nor Yoongi bothered to ask. Taehyung was actually quite happy about that.
Namjoon saw Yoongi slowly walking down the stairs with a package underneath his arm. It was already 8:26 pm by now and he was waiting quite a while, finally glad he could see his brother, or at least a brother to him, again.
"Ah. Finally." He sniffed.
"You don't sound good at all Joon. Did you take the medicine I told you to take?"
Namjoon uttered:"Uh.. N-no.." He was so quiet Yoongi couldn't even hear him.
"What?"
"No! I said no.."
"Ay! I told you to take it. I told you 5 times today!"
"I know, I know-"
"Take it now. Just.. Why can't you do what I tell you to do?"
"I'm sorry. I was busy. I'll take it as soon as I'm done with this." He frowned, a bit annoyed by the way Yoongi treated him. He's not a 10 year old anymore. But Yoongi didn't let up: "Oh. I'm sure people would love the drugs you sneezed in."
"Fine" Namjoon gave up, "I'll take it now." "Ha. You know I'm right, don't you?" Yoongi triumphed.
"Yeah, yeah. Now shut up." He stopped his actions smirking.
"Oh by the way" Yoongi suddenly said putting the package on the ground "I almost forgot... I got two fortune cookies for you." He grabbed in his pocket pulling out the two cookies packed in gold foil and threw them over to Namjoon who caught them. "Aw thanks. Good that you thought about me." He chuckled. "Yeah. No need to thank me." He leant against the wall of the stairway.
"Anyways. You should've told me that stuff was so heavy. I felt like my backpack was falling apart. "
"That sure is a big package."
"You don't say?" He laughed and investigated the room.
It was pretty dark and there was only a neon light on the wall saying "FUCK IT" and a few red and blue LEDs. Namjoon worked at a desk next to which stood a shelf with some chemicals. On the other side of the room there was another desk with a computer and other electronics. That's the cellar where Namjoon only worked sometimes. He usually worked in his regular room at the fort.
On days where he didn't work at the fort, he lived with Yoongi in an apartment. Yoongi had another job at a restaurant café, he practically lived two lives.
"Oh by the way." He mentioned, "Where's Taehyung? Wasn't he supposed to help you?"
"Ah, he was sent on a mission an hour ago. He'll be back soon."
"Oh, ok. Just asking."
"You should go dry off now. You're all wet and cold. You don't wanna get a co-" He sneezed really loudly, throwing his head away from the desk. "A cold." he ended his sentence.
"Yeah. But unlike you, I care better for my health."
"Oh, shut up. As if you didn't have a cold before."
"I'm not saying I didnt."
"I'll go and take a shower. And then.. I think I'm going to bed, I'm tired and have to get up early."
"Alright. Have a good night, hyung. I'll be done soon anyways."
"Night, don't work too long."
Yoongi rushed to the shower rooms and somehow felt like he was watched. He took off his soaked sweatshirt and t-shirt, He then looked at his mirror reflection and sighed.
"Ugh.. I hate myself.. Everyday, the same thing.." He ran both of his hands through his hair as if he wanted to rip them out.
"Some day I'll do it. I will."
He took off the rest of his clothes and turned on the shower and this time, he didn't only feel watched, he even felt a cold shiver on his back.
"What? What was that?"
He checked the room but found nothing. "Hmm. Weird." He thought.
The hot water ran over Yoongi, feeling good on his skin. After washing himself and warming up he turned out the shower, put on his t-shirt and now dry pants, the sweater was still wet. He then went back to the west corridor. He couldn't get rid of the feeling some eyes were watching him. Yoongi wondered if somebody was really following him, so he speeded down the hallway and immediately closed the door behind him.
It just started.. That feeling. Since.. Since i saw that girl. Was it even real?
He checked his phone, 9:19 pm. Throwing his phone on the bed he groaned, he wondered if perhaps something went wrong with him. Maybe it was a remorse about something he did, but what?
Yoongi just wanted to rest and not think about it, dropping himself next to the phone and shutting his eyes, maybe there will be a better day tomorrow.
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This is a preview for you guys. Actually this is my first fan fiction and if the content or language isn't that good.. Please don't judge me :,D.
Well if you have any wishes or something, just let me know and I'll maybe put them in the story.
And just so you know: I'm not planning to put in ships, maybe I will, dependent on you guys. Just tell me if you want ships or not.
I won't be updating for a while so you will have to live with this. As soon as I'm done preparing on the story a little longer I will start updating regularly (hopefully).
Thank you :)