Lost

The Wedding Thief

He was nervous. "Fucking shit!" Yoongi yelled. He looked at Jungkook.

"Don't look at me hyung. Tae ties my tie for me."

"Fucking baby." said Yoongi. He was so pissed he couldn't get the his tie right. He had tied a tie a million times before, but today he kept fucking up.

Jungkook pulled out his phone when he heard the vibration. He read Tae's text.

Where are you?

I had forgotten to turn in a paper at school. I'll be out of here soon.

Tae sent a sad face. You gotta walk in with me. I'll come pick you up.

Fuck! He thought of something quick. I'm leaving now. Let's meet at Min's.

Okay cool.

"Hyung I gotta go. Tae is meeting me. We have to enter the wedding together so that I can get into the paper and shit." said Jungkook.

Yoongi laughed. "Hahaha! Can you imagine everyone's face when they see that shit! You're going to be more famous than me around here." Yoongi laughed.

Jungkook beamed and looked into the mirror, checking himself out. He looked damn good in his white Gucci suite. He had an elaborate blue and silver pocket square that would be exchanged for a blue flower when he got there. "I look good hyung!" he said and he spun around to look at Yoongi.

Min Yoongi had finally tied the tie. Jungkook had woken up early and had Benjamin take him to Gucci that morning to get Yoongi a suit too. Taehyung and given him a credit card to shop ther whenever he wanted and he wanted him to look dope when he saw Jimin.

"Hyung, why didn't you just go to Jimin's house this morning? Instead of waiting for the wedding?"

"Park Jimin likes dramatic shit." said Yoongi, casually, as he fixed his hair.

"Yeah. True." agreed Jungkook, he thought back to the temper tantrums. "You think he'll take you back?" asked Jungkook.

"I don't know." Yoongi said still fixing his hair."I know one thing though..." he stopped as he combed the back of his hair.

"Know what hyung?" asked Kookie.

"...I know I'm going to rob the shit out of that place either waaaay!" He looked at Jungkook and they both burst out laughing. They laughed so fucking hard. Jungkook laughed till his ribs hurt and Yoongi cackled and cackled.

Ahhh, Yoongi, Jungkook thought. He was glad he was back.

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Min Yoongi walked into the Seoul Grand Hotel and he smirked as he saw people staring at him curiously, wondering who he was. He looked like a smart business tycoon. His ebony hair shined around his pale face and the black suit he wore fit his slender frame perfectly. He held his old trench coat in his hand. His ticket to the coat room where he would rob these fucks blind.

He laughed to himself, then looked around at the gorgeous palace-like room. There were glass chandeliers, a huge fountain with flowers all over it, and a band was playing classical music somewhere to the right. He eyed the crowds of rich people laughing and being fake as fuck, drinking champagne, and gossiping about one another.

He eyed a waiter as he approached with some lamb skewers and shrimp and he stopped him to grab two. He loved fucking lamb skewers.

"Where's the coat room?" he asked him. The waiter pointed into the direction and he nodded thanks and made his way to it, eating the lamb skewers and placing the sticks onto one of the tables. He then grabbed a glass of champagne, downed it almost instantly, and walked over to the tiny girl that stood at the counter of the coat room.