Inner Circle || Min Yoongi

Chapter Two

"How do you likeee, your eggs in the morninggg...~?"
"I like them without my mom singing about them." I groaned, running a hand through my hair.
"Wow, someone is grumpy this morning," she chuckled, placing a plate in front of me, filled with eggs and toast, "What's up, love?"
"Just...not enough sleep."
"Why is that?"
"Nightmares."
"About...?" 
"Nothing." I scoffed, suddenly losing my appetite as I pushed the plate away. I hate getting angry at my mother, since realistically, she really is all that I have. But - as of now - her constant questions is driving me to the point of insanity.
"My poor baby," my mother said, sympathy dripping in her tone, "nightmares are fake anyway. Do not be scared, okay? It's Friday! The weekend is here, lighten up a little."
"Yeah, I hear you."
"Look at the time!" She suddenly exclaimed, abruptly getting up from her seat and lifting the - somewhat - full plates of food. "You should go, Yoongi is probably waiting on you."
I exhaled loudly as I nodded and grabbed my backpack, receiving a peck on the cheek from my mother as I left the house, tiredness swallowing me.

The soft breeze blew in my face as the leaves skipped along the grey roads, birds singing quietly and the trees dancing to their sweet rhythm. The clouds were slow yet the sky was a pale blue, but still a dark aroma surrounding me. With my hands gripped tightly to my backpack's straps I started walking down the path, my head lowered as my earbuds were tightly secured in my ears.
  I watched my feet as I strolled down the footpath, a small smile come to my face. This, of course, was soon interrupted as my dazed self knocked head first into a passer, falling to the ground. 
"Ss..." I hissed in pain as I held my wrist, seeing a scratch - though, barely shedding blood.
"Sorry." An unfamiliar male voice apologized, holding out a hand. I grabbed onto it firmly, pulling myself up.
"N-No need to apologize," I stuttered, paying full attention to my wrist, "it was my fault for not watching where I was going." 
Through all of this, I didn't even realize my grip was still on this male's hand. It was soft and...somehow warming. It was if I was holding hands with a close friend - it gave that feeling.
"Just pay attention next time," he spoke bluntly, digging into his pocket, "you dropped this as you fell." He handed me a crinkled piece of paper, nodding as he continued to walk past me.

 I turned to thank him, but he was already gone.

With a shake of my head I looked down at the piece of paper, slowly opening it. My eyes widened in shock as I was reunited with the picture of Taehyung and I that Yoongi made me throw away, my mouth gaping slightly. Many questions swam in my mind as I stared at the photo, my heart rate probably sky high. I quickly glanced up to see if anyone was coming and sighed loudly, shoving it in my pocket and continuing my journey to school. Though, one question still remained.

Who was that guy?

-

"There's my test baby." Yoongi greeted me as I walked out of my first period class, clicking my tongue as an arm wrapped around my shoulders. 
"What have I told you about the pet names, Yoongi?"
"I know you secretly love them. Hiding it isn't gonna-"
"Yoongi!" A boy called as he ran towards us, completely out of breath.
"Hoseok, can't you see I'm busy right now?" Yoongi replied, his grip on my shoulders getting tighter.
"I don't care! Come quickly. I-It's important!" The boy stuttered as he spoke, eyes full of fear. With a slight glance at me and no patience, he grabbed Yoongi's hand and pulled him away from me, disappearing around the corner and out of my sight. I sighed, confused yet not bothered about what happened and made my way to the lunch hall.

"You're here!" I heard my friend call, looking over to see her sitting at a small table. A smile crept onto my face as I saw her, she truly did bring light to my darkest days.
"Of course I am, where else would I be?"
"Where's Yoongi? He's usually attached to you." A chuckle emitted from her throat as she looked around in a joking manner, shaking her head. "Have you heard about the sudden disruption in town?"
"...What?" 
"There's a criminal on the loose somewhere in the city. He's dangerous, (Y/N)!" She quivered, placing a hand on her forehead, "I'm going to die!"
I rolled my eyes at her actions, "And this is why you're studying Performing Arts."
"True," she nodded, "but seriously...the things he's doing...it's dangerous as heck!"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just last night he robbed 3 stores and killed the cashiers. He was wearing a mask, so the cameras couldn't even recognise him!"
"Good thing I don't have a job then."
"Not only that, he's attacking the neighbourhood too. Everyone with the house number of 44..." She trailed off, looking away.
"My...my house...44..." As realisation hit, I started to panic. 
Heart beating.
Mind racing.
Help...help...
He-...

"What the fuck did you tell her?! She's in hysterics!" My arm was grabbed and my body was shaken, taking me back into reality.
"I only told her the truth, Yoongi!"

My eyelashes battered as I saw Yoongi up close to my friends face, teeth gritted and fists clenched.

"Sometimes the truth has to stay fucking quiet!"

I got up and pushed them apart, hands trembling in fear of what would happen next.

Silence.

One hand gripped to Yoongi's collar, another pushing my friend back by her chest.

"Stop..." I spoke softly, "...please,"

I looked up to see my friend backing off with a stiff face, back turning towards me and walking off.  Seeing her walk off like that only made me feel guilty, but before I could apologise my arm was grabbed and I was pulled out of the cafeteria.

Yoongi pushed me into a quiet hallway, my back pressed against the wall as he looked at me, his cheeks flushed ever so slightly due to the heated argument. 
"Yoongi, I-"
"What was she telling you about?" He asked, eyes still locked with mine. I'd have to admit, seeing Yoongi so concerned was a little intimidating. He was only a little bit taller than me, but his furrowed eyebrows and heaving chest was definitely not a sight I liked to see.
"She...told me about a local killer," I replied, relaxing my body a little, "a killer who is supposedly going to every house that has-"
"The number 44?" Yoongi finished my sentence, following it up by a breathy laugh, "it's bullshit, Y/N. I know all about it- his...his intentions."
"Huh...? Yoongi, why didn't you tell me, I-"
"Do you want to get hurt?"
"No-"
"Then leave it at that, okay? Don't worry about it. With me around, you'll be safe. But I might have to stay at your house for a few days."

My eyes widened even further, but this time rather in confusion. "Stay at...my house? Yoongi! That's so-"
"I'm going to be sleeping on the couch, idiot. Trust me on this," Yoongi reassured, grabbing my hand, "I'm going to protect you."
I stood there in silence, before scrunching up my nose with a chuckle. "I can never take you seriously, Yoongi. Why are you treating this as if it were some sort of TV show? Stop being so dramatic!" I laughed out loud, snatching my hand away from his, looking over my shoulder.
"Well," I asked, a grin on my face as I held my hand out for him, "what are you waiting for, oh great protector?"
All that could be heard was a small grumble before the male shuffled behind, following closely behind.

This was going to be an interesting night.