Operation: Ghost | ×Taegi×

Sleeping It Rough

Sleeping it rough. How Yoongi was used to his aching, stiff back every time he had to slum it. Even when he was allowed to sleep where his boss did, he'd have to sleep in the damp, cold basement that smelled of limewash and death.

Many times had his boss taken matters into his own hands when Yoongi couldn't finish the job, right there, in that basement. And many times was that the place where Yoongi would receive cruel beatings.

But even the memories were somewhat 'peaceful' to him. If he had to focus on what he did wrong to deserve the severe torturing's he'd rather have that than have his menacing thoughts corrupt his mind.

'Worthless', 'disgusting', 'born a sinner' things like that ate away at him constantly like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.

Physical torture, you see, it doesn't work the same way as mental torture does. You can see, feel, physical pain. But if it's mental; Its all inside your head and I think we all know that once a thought keeps pestering you, picking at your securities, then it's almost impossible for that thought to leave.

"I'm sorry for disappointing you, mother." He whispered those words over and over before lying down on the old, worn down, dark oak bench.

Of course he wasn't wearing his usual 'Ghost' outfit. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt, a red and white jacket his mother gave him when he was younger, buying it oversized so he could always wear it. He wore black ripped jeans. Despite earning money from his jobs --- if he messed up even once his boss took it all away from him. Meaning he couldn't afford to have the luxury of a pair of shoes.

Truth be told that was his only set of clothing.

He finally faded away into the world of dreams. More like a world of nightmares but I doubt he would know the difference. 

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"Agent Kim have you decided to take on the assignment? The files we gave you aren't here."

"It's 10 a.m. Who even calls at this time? But this case, I don't know why, but I really want to do it. The files are with me, don't worry." Taehyung groggily got up out of his fairly comfortable bed, listening to his colleague speak over the phone.

"Ah okay that's good. Come to the organisation at 7 p.m to tell us what information you got."

"Okay!" With that he hung up. "I know I accepted this mission but it's the first day and they're already expecting me to know how to find this guy. His name is ghost it's going to be harder to find him than it is looking for 'where's waldo?'" A small sigh escaped his lips, heading to his closet for a change of clothes.

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"Sir, are you hungry?" Yoongi looked up to see someone in front of him. It was the first time anyone had ever seen someone look so concerned about him. Actually, it was also the first time someone actually stopped to even talk to him. The man was taller than him, he had red hair, sun-kissed skin and was wearing a white t-shirt, black, flowy 'pants' and sandals.

"It doesn't matter. I'll get going. Sorry for making your afternoon unpleasant." Yoongi stood up, ready to walk away until the taller man grabbed his wrist, forcing Yoongi to stop. "You're starving! Your stomach is growling so loud so come with me." Yoongi kept pushing the man off but he was having none of it.

"Order whatever you want." He smiled at the boy, resting one side of his face on his hand. Yoongi stared down at the menu, no idea on what to order. He clenched his hands into a fist, looking down at the floor. "Can you choose for me?" He stuttered, only gaining a reassuring smile from the taller.