Tied Up ☾Yoonmin

Five

Min Yoongi's POV

    We have been at the club for almost 3 hours and I'm drunk as hell. After drinking who knows how many beers, it's common to have an intense urge to go piss every 20 minutes. I had gone to the closest restroom every time I had to go, but this time when I walked in, all the stalls were occupied. I cursed at all the people who had to use the toilet at the exact time that I had to go. It's fucking bullshit, now I have to go all across the dance floor and use the restrooms in the back of the club.

    I rush across the dance floor, hardly being able to control my stupid bladder from exploding. Once inside, I hear a loud "mmph" coming from someone who sounded like he needed help. I tried to ignore it because at the moment, all I wanted to do was empty my damn bladder. I locked the door to one of the stalls and pull my pants down, letting out a huge sigh of relief. Then again, I hear a weird sound, this time is the sound of someone being slammed into the wall. Then I hear a choking sound, which makes me do the stupidest thing I have ever done in my life. I knock on the stall.

    "Is everything alright in there? You sound like you're in pain, is there any way I can help you?" No reply.

    "Hey, I know you're in there. I just want to be a nice human being, and make sure you're okay," No reply, again.

"I'm f-fine," A small voice replied, accompanied by a soft sniffle.

"Can you open up?" I ask.

"Hold on a second, okay?"

After what seems to be forever, the stall finally opens. Behind the door stands a small black haired boy, and another slightly taller boy next to him. The shorter boy seems to have been crying or something because his eyes were red, and so was his neck. The other male walked out of the restroom, quickly disappearing into the crowd, leaving the smaller boy behind.

    Then everything starts to click together, everything makes sense now, that man was a thug. I mean, why else would someone hurt another person in a bathroom to the point where he made him cry and also left bruises on his skin? Only thugs do that. Now, I actually feel happy I stopped to help this scared boy. I give myself a little pat on the back for being so nice for once.

    "Are you okay?" I finally ask with a big smile across my face.

    "Y-yeah, thanks I guess," The boy replies with obvious annoyance in his voice. I just saved his ass from getting beat up, what the hell is up with this ungrateful son of a bitch? I asked myself.