Psychopath (BTS Suga)

Chap 31

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It was her last day.

It has been a week since Yoongi found out that Bang PD-nim was the culprit that killed his fiancee. He didn't come back since that day he stormed out from the house. He didn't attend practices. Messages that were sent to their group chat was seen by him but he has not reply to anything, except one particular person.

The lass was silently packing her stuff, hoping that Yoongi would come see her at least before she leaves. Time doesn't wait.

She had a little hope implanted in her and she was hoping, the least was to get a hug goodbye from the lad, though she knew that the lad will never show up. Even a slight glimpse of his hair would make her satisfied.

What did he even know?

He only knew that she was leaving soon. Clueless of the date and the time when the plane would arrive. He doesn't even know when she was going to leave.

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Yoongi groaned as he slumped down on the bed in the motel room he had rented. 1 week was long. Dressed in the same clothes he left the house with, he smelled  like a rubbish dump.

His mind was blurry and he couldn't think straight. For the past week, he has been going to pubs, hooking up on one night stands, drinking just basically any depressed person would do other than eat.

He was about to lay back on the uncomfortable bed but he sat up again.

'No, I've got something to finish before I can sleep.' He mumbled before taking his keys and leaving the room with a loud slam behind him.

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The others were worried about Yoongi. He could at least say something in the chat room they had but no, he kept quiet. Seokjin was the most laid back. Yoongi kept him updates but made the elder vow that he'll never saw a word about his being.

'I've got an idea!' Jungkook beamed. They were all laying down in the dance practice room. Formations weren't the same without Yoongi. Every step and every move they took seemed off and weird. They were incomplete.

'What is it?' Seokjin asked, taking no interest in what the youngest would say next.

'We can find hyung using the Find My iPhone app!' He suggested. The others groaned.

'We never set up that shit, it's just there taking up space in our phones.' Namjoon cursed.

'We wouldn't know unless we try right?' Jungkook asked.

'But can't you only find it with Yoongi hyung's ID?' Taehyung said in a monotone voice.

'Face it, Kookie, we will never find him.' Hoseok sighed sadly.

'Alright guys! Let's continue.' Their choreographer clapped his hands. The others groaned, wanting to protest but they were soon interrupted by the room door that burst open.

'Yoongi?' Seokjin raised his eyebrows. There was him, his hair in different directions and dark bags were visible. He looked like a lunatic that had escaped from the mental hospital. He couldn't even stand still.

His body leaned against the mirror while he pointed up a finger. His other hand held a beer bottle that looked like he was half done with it.

'Rice wine, I want some.' Namjoon said, earning himself a slap from behind.

'You!' He pointed to the mirror.

'You are.' He tried saying but he was too drunk. He stumbled a few times here and there just trying to walk a straight line to the mirror.