| Sweet Hell |

Ch 8 | Double

Y/N POV

It has been a week since I don't talk with Yoongi. He wasn't taking the bus. Sun-Hee was driving him to school everyday. I was lucky if I see him once a day at the end of the hallway.

I knew at least he was alive and that was enough for now. Of corse I missed our bus rides, and having actually someone to talk with, because my classmates... I just, I think they don't like me. But after everything that
happened that day in my front door, I needed distance.

I was getting curious tho. Why is he so fucked up? What did he do to be in such a strange situation, where a boy, shorter than him, is controlling him till the point of telling him what he had to do and who he could talk with?

I wanted to walk a little bit today before going home. I needed fresh air so I decided to visit the town. I turned the corner and I saw Yoongi talking with another guy I have never seen in school before.

I hide behind the wall and listened to the conversation.

"A month?"

"Yeah bro, this shit last long" that was Yoongi's voice. He was speaking differently than when he speaks to me. He had a thick accent and his voice was deeper. Even scary

"How much is it?"

"200"

"Bro, im a regular client, let me have a discount"

"Give me the money or I'm leaving"

"Fuck you"

I turned a little bit around and saw how the other guy gave Yoongi a lot of money and he gave him a little white bag in exchange. Drugs?

They shook hands and Yoongi started to walk in my direction. Oh shit!

I did like I didn't saw anything and kept walking straight. We locked eyes. His expression was so cold. He didn't make a single gesture, looked forward and passed by me. Ouch. Nothing. I was a completely stranger to him now.

But I didn't want to leave him like that. He wasn't enjoying his life. He isn't the same Yoongi that teased me in the bus. He seemed so normal back then...

"Yaaa!" I screamed at him turning around. He stopped "My house at 5pm. Tell that fucker of Sun-Hee that you are gonna buy some shit. I think you can manage it" I said trying to seem convince and careless.

He didn't turned around. When I stopped talking he kept walking.

Now it was up to him. I really liked him. He was the first person who was nice to me here. I needed to try one more time. If he wasn't going to show today at my house, that's was gonna be it. I will move on. But I really wanted to know.

I did some grocery shopping. It took me ages since I didn't understand what was written in the packages.

"Need some help?" A voice asked behind me

I turned around. A tall boy with round glasses and brown hair was looking down at me. I had to hold my breath. His skin was glowing and he had a smirk in his face. He was thin and his baggy clothes made him look so stylish and cool. He looked like a model.

"Oh, hmm yeah. I just... what does it say here?" I said pointing at the package I had in my hand but still looking to his face

"Mochis, it's a type of dessert"

"Oh, okay, thank you" I said timidly

"Where are you from" he said and his smile grow bigger. He had such a beautiful smile.