venom

CHAPTER 6 | Marlboro Nights

"Do you actually believe all that shit he spewed to you?" Yoongi interrogates gruffly. "'Taeyong' or whatever his name was."

Cool air whips against your [S/C] skin, the temperature leading you to fit yourself snug into your leather jacket. The torn faux material is dirty, needing to be washed after days of reckless drug deals and great escapes. Your cami hangs cooly from your torso, black ripped skinny jeans on your legs as you hug your legs close to your torso. Of course, black Dr. Martens combat boots are fitted tightly on your sore feet.

"No," you lie simply. "I don't."

Yoongi's brows furrow and he runs a calloused hand through his dirty blond hair. He wears a leather jacket of his own, the size of it large in comparison to yours. Behind that is a grubby white tee, oversized for the boy's skinny body. His pants are oddly similar to yours, except he wears beaten-up Converse high-tops instead of combat boots.

A cigarette hangs expectedly in his other hand, he stares out at the city below. You observe as well, the city hushed at first glance.

You take a long puff of your own cigarette, the font on the packaging of the pack it had came out of sprawled out boldly in the corner of your vision. It reads 'Marlboro,' the text a plain black as you hold it lazily in your spare hand.

"Then why'd you act so eager to work with him?" Yoongi huffs. You shrug.

"For the fun of it," you say, rolling your eyes at the next sentence. "Last I checked, you weren't my babysitter."

Yoongi stops for a second at that, thinking of something briefly before shuffling in his spot on the roof of the warehouse. You two both got out of the jail cell you were thrown back into after your conversation with Taehyung earlier. Turns out picking the lock only took a the strength of a measly bobby pin.

"Yeah . . ." Yoongi mutters. "Whatever."

If anybody else were in your shoes, they'd probably be freaking out right now. Breaking down, crying, screaming . . . But oddly enough, you feel completely fine. Your completely relaxed even in the presence of a stranger, and even being in the proximity of two likely extremely dangerous men.

You've been kidnapped, thrown in confinement, told to be a spy, yada yada. You've heard it enough to know what's happened in only about two days. Yes, you felt overwhelming dread clawing at your stomach at first, but now, you're just expecting what'll happen next. You did say you'd be willing to be Taehyung's spy.

Thing is, you aren't going to be doing all that he expects of you. It'll be on your terms.

You exhale a large puff of smoke, the city of Seoul flashing lights of neon in your vision. It's more beautiful up here, you notice. The warehouse is rather tall. Perfect for stargazing and such.

As much as you hate to say it, you're secretly a sucker for all of that cheesy shit. Kissing under the stars, moonlight pooling through windows in an aurora of silvery sapphires, shimmering in your [E/C] irises as you lock eyes with your lover . . .