TAEGI SMUTS [ᵃᵒ3]

Over The Winter Lake

Ao3 by : lusterrdust

Summary :

There’s a small alcove along the outskirts of Daegu, not too deep in the woods, that lead to a lake of still waters and peaceful surroundings. Yoongi isn’t entirely fond of it—the body of water itself being named Death Lake by locals who’ve lived there long enough to tell the tales of the disturbing amount of murders, suicides, and disappearances that are linked with it.

Yoongi sees something in the water. Something inhuman.

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[Some parts of the story might be graphic, user descretion adviced.]

There’s a small alcove along the outskirts of Daegu, not too deep in the woods, that lead to a lake of still waters and peaceful surroundings. Yoongi isn’t entirely fond of it—the body of water itself being named Death Lake by locals who’ve lived there long enough to tell the tales of the disturbing amount of murders, suicides, and disappearances that are linked with it.

But at the ripe age of twenty two, Yoongi finds himself here at the lake with his ‘family’ — or so, that’s what they call themselves after swearing a blood oath to uphold the gang’s values and loyalties.

Did he think he’d end up here? At Death Lake on a chilly Spring’s night, lighting a cigarette as their older and infamous shot-caller, Dongwook digs a boot into some sorry man’s face, forcing the other to eat the dirt under his teeth as they continue with their interrogation for missing contraband.

“Now, now Soh,” Dongwook tsks as the older man flounders under him. The rest of the fellow gang members stare gleefully at the scene, reveling in the man’s fear. Yoongi’s indifferent to it, inhaling his Esse until the burn trails down his throat and into his lungs.

He’s been witness to this kind of shit since he was twelve— stuck in an orphanage after his parents died, and his great aunt could no longer take care of him due to her Alzheimer's. He’s grown up around drugs and violence, been told he’d never amount to much, and his passions were as likely to be acted on as a nice family adopting a boy too grown to coddle and love.

It’s Dongwook’s sharp words that pull him from his thoughts, “I’m missing my Horse and Angel Dust, and I’d like to know where it is.”

Yoongi stares through lidded eyes. Soh coughs up some of the mud, thick like cake batter, onto the cold, damp ground. His eyes are wide and wild with fright as the nozzle of Dongwook’s gun presses into his cheek. “I-I don’t know, I swear! Jeon doesn’t tell me anything—I swear ! I don’t know who took your drop!”

“Hey, Bogum,” Dongwook calls casually to one of their other members. “You got your knife on you?”

“Knife?” Soh visibly trembles in response to the question, watching as Bogum pulls a decently sized blade from his sheath on his belt, twirling it deftly in his hand with practiced ease.

“Right here, boss.”

“You know how much I hate liars, don’t you, Soh?” Dongwook asks, voice perfectly calm. “We’ve worked together before. You know what my punishment is for people who lie to me.”

“Please,” the man starts begging again, wet tears glinting as the sun begins to settle beneath the trees around them, beams of twilight peeking through as the evening promises a swift blanket of darkness.

“People who tell lies have no use for the tongues in their mouths, Soh-ssi.” Dongwook crouches down in front of him, as Bogum takes his place, boot digging into his head.  Just because Yoongi is indifferent, doesn’t mean he enjoys watching, as the others tend to do. He turns to flick his cigarette butt into the lake, catching something from out of his peripheral. The screams of Soh are soon drowned out by the static ringing in Yoongi’s ears, followed by a violent chill that tears itself throughout his body.