방탄 소년단
"That... gash," I muttered, my nose rumpled in disdain - and sympathy for the man - as I studied the newly developing scar on his right eye.
It was fresh, the skin that surrounded the vermilion wound was puffy and distended, as if it just hap...
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I still felt terrible for Yoongi and the unfortunate life his friend had endured during his time spent on earth. Not only was his friend unable to live out his father's expectations and requests for his son to take over as chairman, but he was also unable to avenge his parents. It made me wonder just how close this friend and Yoongi were, for Yoongi to know so much about his life, and find it in him to gratuitously seek vengeance all for his friend.
I admired Yoongi for that.
It proved how headstrong and obstinate he was, in a good way. He was willing to pour his heart and soul into this case and make sure his friend and this friend's parents would rest in peace.
However, it also proved just how scary he was, too.
Yoongi didn't allow anybody to get in his way, and I could only imagine how things would turn out when he someday got his hands on the cruel man responsible for such tragedies. Yoongi was willing, and ready to kill just about anyone that opposed him, and denied him information.
My blood ran cold, chills prickling at my skin when I thought about how this entire situation would end. Either in Yoongi's favor or the man's. And I truly hoped it would end in Yoongi's— not just because it would mean I would finally be set free, but because seeing how vehement and frustrated this made Yoongi truly ached my heart.
I may not know him deeply, and he still might have been just another stranger to me, but he deserved to put a rightful end to this matter. Finishing things off once and for all.
This very story he told me about his friend's life kept me up at night. Not out of fear, but shock, and pity. I had accused Yoongi of acting out on petty feelings when it was all the complete opposite. I flagellated myself for not knowing any better, and for opening my mouth when I had no right to be speaking on a topic that didn't regard me, and on something I had no information on.
All the gossip and things I heard about Agust D from the men around me truly made it seem as though Yoongi killed with no intention. Albeit it did seem that way at times, it wasn't true. He acted accordingly, and he appeared perceptive and shrewd about his actions.
Sure, he may have made mistakes and acted out on impulse at times, but who doesn't? Especially in this lifestyle where killing was so customary and expected.
I flipped on my back, unable to sleep that night with all the thoughts that roamed my mind, keeping me awake, and keeping me from getting the rest I deserved.
My hand went to my chest, massaging the areas that were violated without my full consent a few days ago. The marks were there, and each time I looked at them, or even thought about them— it was like they taunted me. Making a joke out of me, and my unfortunate situation that I had to endure each time at that dreaded auction.
My teeth chewed at my lips, pulling the hem of my shirt to make sure they stayed hidden. These marks the men left on my body made a mockery of me. I truly began to wonder what they meant, and if the men left them upon my skin to show that I didn't belong to myself, or remind me of the time I gave myself up for money that wasn't even going into my pocket.
