Two Faced Justice

yoongi

Yoongi's pov

|7th of February, 2019|

*the same day Jimin realized Taehyung was missing*

"Fuck...this ain't it." Yoongi spat angrily while watching the news on TV. "This was supposed to be secret, why the fuck are they trying to make a scandal out of it?!"

"It's the news, hyung. They're putting their hands on everything, trying to scandalize it, so they can attract more viewers." A calm voice interrupted Yoongi's rambling.

Yoongi looked at his younger brother sitting on the ragged couch in the middle of the room and smirked at him. "What are you doing with my packet of cigarettes? Wanna join me on lung cancer?"

"I'm thinking about burning it before you realize they're gone."

"Get your hands off, brat." Yoongi ripped the packet out of his brother's sneaky hands and took a cigarette, placing it between his lips. His cigarettes were his only friends, his first love, how could he let the younger burn them? Nonsense, they had more importance than his entire life.

He lit the cigarette and took a deep puff out of it, feeling the smoke running through his lungs and body, numbing his nerves. A feeling of peace, relaxation and a calming emotion took over his stressed mind, a feeling that only a heavy smoker like Yoongi could understand.

After inhaling a couple of lungful drags Yoongi felt ready to face their problems, with a clear mind.

Yoongi turned his head to the creaking sound of the opening door, as Jungkook stepped inside the empty room, that they housed in momentarily. "I think we are fucked." Jungkook said, stoically, as he pushed the old door closed with force.

Yoongi puffed out smoke and dragged his eyes over the old, yellow-greyish walls, pieces of drywall were missing everywhere and deep cracks, probably caused by earthquakes, were only adding to the sinister atmosphere of the rundown room.

The smoke from Yoongi's cigarette only amplified the ugly feeling of an old, abandoned house. They managed to get a TV and an old couch to sit on, but that was all the interior they had.

"They are looking for us, Yoongi." Jungkook's voice echoed in the small room.

"Oh, really? What gave it away? The spreading news on TV or the fact that we're hiding right now?" Yoongi rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Then...what are we going to do?" Jungkook ignored his sarcastic remark and asked instead.

"Wait, Jungkook. We will wait until it's safe for us and we have the chance to move away from here." Yoongi looked out the dirty window and let his eyes run the shapes of Seoul City.

"But the people who died..." Yoongi's brother started a sentence with a small voice. "Yoona and Mark...they...did nothing wrong. Hyung, there will be more victims if we don't act soon. We need to help them, Hyung."

Yoongi felt irritation rising up his spine. Of course Yoongi knew that, did they take him for an idiot?

„I know that!" He snapped, inhaling the smoke of his cigarette too fast and coughing a little. „Fuck- I did everything I could; It's not my fault those idiots were not fast enough and got themselves killed!" Yoongi throw away his cigarette without care and kicked the couch out of irritation and anger.

His brother jumped a little at Yoongi's unforeseen outburst and looked at him with wide eyes; His gaze torn between fear and concern.

And Yoongi...