breath Taegi/Yoonmin/Yoonkook

scratch

Apart from the encounter with Taehyung, the day wasn't too bad.

10pm and a familiar looking face walked in.

Yoongi saying a small 'welcome' and getting a small head nod back, the taller male scanning the aisles for the usual thing he bought, quickly back in front of Yoongi and paying for his banana milk without saying a word.

Again those doe eyes that stared at him.
Yoongi honestly found it a bit cute, how this tough looking guy always sat down on the same spot, stared at him and sipped his small box of banana milk as if he couldn't hurt a fly.

Half a hour and Jungkook stood up again, putting the empty box in the garbage, taking a last glance at Yoongi as if to check if really everything was alright before eventually leaving the Store.

".. Perhaps I should speak to him next time..? Would that be a good idea?" Yoongi sighed to himself, not sure what to do.

An whole hour later and Yoongi was just chilling for a bit.

There wasn't much to do.
Just one more hour and he was done.

A look through the window, hearing a small yell and looking rather confused as he now looked at two guys in front of the parking lots screaming at each other.

He just watched for a bit until one of the guys suddenly looked towards him, quickly looking away.
There it already was too late though and one guy walked in.

"You! You saw it right! How he scratched my car didn't you!"

"I-no sorry. I just-"

"Come outside now. Let's talk about this!" The guy then said a bit louder already walking out, Yoongi following a bit reluctant.

So there he stood in front of the two guys, one starting to push him towards the car, as if to show Yoongi the scratch.

After that everything happened way too fast for Yoongi to even properly react.

The car door of the other car behind him being opened, being pulled inside and the two guys who just argued quickly closing the door again whilst the guy behind him now put a cloth over his mouth and nose.

He for sure was an easy target.
Trusting strangers way too easily and following them naively.
His not so muscular body also didn't help a lot.

Fragile. As if his body would break if treated without proper care.
That was at least the thought of one specific person when he finally was holding the passed out smaller in his arms.

Gosh was his body feeling heavy.
His eyelids feeling just as heavy.

Slowly, his eyes opened, a blurred vision and trying to sit up.
A whole minute he just sat there, completely lost and irritated, his vision slowly starting to clear up.

White sheets.
A look up and Yoongi was inspecting the bed he was on.

Bigger than his bed.
This wasn't his bed.
Right-where even was he?

His eyes widening as he finally realized what had happened, looking around the room now rather in panic and standing up when he noticed that the shirt he wore wasn't even his.
His pants luckily still being the same.

The window.
His first thought.

Walking towards it and looking out to widen his eyes as he now stared in an huge garden that was like the size of a whole park.

Where the fuck was he?
That didn't matter though at this moment, the second floor.
The window didn't seem to be the best escape option.

So there he decided to instead open doors.
First door, a walk in closet?
He didn't even look at the clothes, just quickly shutting the door again and making his way to the next door to discover a bathroom.