Yoongi woke up, and his head felt like it was about to split apart. He groaned and rolled over, what had happened? He gasped when he sat up and looked around, seeing a fancy room he'd never been in before.
He didn't remember last night, or most of it anyway ay. He remembered glimpses of lips and skin. The curve of a collar bone, the flash of tattoos. He looked over and saw Jungkook, fast asleep on his stomach.
"Shit." Yoongi gasped, feeling his heart flutter. He wished he could remember but felt nothing when he really tried. He got up and found he was wearing nothing, great.
He pulled on the clothes he could find, leaving him without a shirt or socks and shoes. His phone buzzed, somewhere in the sheets. He threw them around, trying to find it. Jimin must be worried. And where had Namjoon gone?
It was Tae.
"Yoongi?" Taehyung sounded scared.
"Yeah, what's up, are you okay?" Yoongi searched desperately for his shirt but couldn't find it. So, he opened Jungkook's dresser and took the first one he saw. It was the least he could do, honestly. And he's a millionaire so it wouldn't even matter.
"Yeah, um...I woke up at this guy's house and I uh, need a ride home." He sounded nervous.
"Did he hurt you? "Yoongi walked out of the room and was welcomed by an even bigger room. Covered in glass with a living room, bar, kitchen and balcony. An elevator was his front door.
"Not really, can you just pick me up? I'll send you a pin." Tae says.
"Was it Minho?"
"No-no. I don't know this guy, Yoongi. I don't even remember going home with him. I don't know where the others are--I-I just want to go home." He gasped.
"Okay, no problem. I just uh--" Yoongi found his shoe by the front door. "Also woke up at a strangers house, so it might take a while. Do you want to call someone else, or--"
"I'll wait. Thanks, Yoongi." He hung up.
Yoongi found this strange but got in the elevator and pulled up his maps. He wasn't too far from Jimin's house. He'd just run. His phone dinged and Taehyung texted him the location. He opened the link and was shocked.
Tae was on the other side of town. Towards the middle/lower class section. Who had he gone with?
He got to the lobby and ran out onto the street, headed towards Jimin's apartment. Yoongi's motorcycle was posted just outside, his helmet secure on the side. He pulled out his keys as he approached and jumped on, starting the motorcycle and tearing off down the street.
Yoongi only realized this could be a trap as he approached the house. Its roof was hatched, and the windows had cardboard on them. He cut the engine as he saw Tae on the corner, looking like he was about to cry.
He ran to Yoongi and tackled him in a hug. "I'm sorry-I'm sorry--"
"What are you sorry for?" Yoongi pulled away. "Here, you look cold." He pulled a leather jacket out of one of the storage containers on the back of his bike and pulled it on Han.
"Do you want to go to Jimin's?" Yoongi gave him the motorcycle helmet as well.
He nodded and pulled it on. Yoongi tightened the strap and got on, looking up at the house again. Namjoon was sitting on the steps, smoking a cigarette. He waved to Yoongi.
Taehyung got on and Yoongi tore off down the street, his heart was racing. He never should have said anything, he never should have even gone to the club. He shouldn't have moved in with Jimin.
He needed to move out, and fast.
They pulled up to Jimin's apartment. Han got off the bike and pulled off his helmet.
"What did he do to you?" Yoongi demanded.
"He-he burnt me." Tae took of the jacket and showed Yoongi his wrist. Three dots, in the form of a line went down his wrist.
Yoongi's heart shattered. Namjoon had done the same thing to Yoongi's wrist not only a few years ago. "Fuck, Tae--"
"Let's just go inside." Taehyung looked towards the door. Jimin was running down the stairs, and burst of the glass looking at us.
"Where the hell have you two been? I was looking for you all night. Well, you I assumed went home with Jungkook which is unlike you--but you! Where were you? Are you crying? Oh god, let's get you inside." Jimin pulled Taehyung in, who was shaking.
Yoongi watched them. Trembling with rage. He pulled out his phone and made a call. "Hey man, I know it's been a while."
"Yoongi? Min Yoongi? Is that what I should call you now?" The voice teased him.
"Yes. I need a favor, you owe me one."
"Alright, let's meet up then pretty boy."
"Tomorow?"
"Yeah. I'll find you." The teasing man hangs up.
Yoongi takes a breath and walks into Jimin's apartment.
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FanfictionJJK-MYG Yoongi is balancing his love life, running from the mafia and keeping it all hidden from his friends. But it's all his fault, right?
