Seven boys.
Runaways.
Escapees.
Hunted.
Just because
they're special.
It's their game
of s u r v i v a l.
?
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MIN YOONGI'S PAST WAS SOMETHING HE DIDN'T TALK ABOUT TO ANYONE. If anyone asked about it, he would just respond with "I don't know." He was afraid that if they knew his tragic reality of waking up at the age of five in Seoul without any memory of his family, then they would make him even more broken. That his glassy, dark eyes would shatter right in front of them, making him show the part of him he refused to let out. That linings of burning, clear liquid would stream down his porcelain cheeks.
He always acted as someone with a rather harsh personality — well, in everyone else's perspective. He merely had trust issues, which made him have a "cold exterior," even though it was him being protective towards himself. But through that cold exterior, was a whirlwind of emotions trapped in the pit of his soul, ready to come out the moment he let them. His angels, his demons, his emotions — everything was hidden in the void he opened in the pit of his soul. Those emotions helped him with composing music. He was able to trap himself in his world with scribbles and scars and melodies.
He was able to scribble onto a piece of paper his broken dreams and fallen wings. He was able to write how he became a fallen angel in his own void. He was able to express the hidden emotions that made him feel weak. But that wasn't enough in his eyes — that would never be enough.
He would come back from work, calluses formed on his cramped, porcelain hands before he would sit down on a chair and write down lyrics while listening to the soothing melodies filling his ears until he drifted off to sleep. Then he'd wake up, seeing the lyrics before placing them in a Manila folder and putting it in a drawer filled with other untouched compositions. He could never commit to one song because some days all these ideas would come into his mind, taking over the previous melodious ideas.
And today was one of those days. Yoongi was wiping the counter while new forming lyrics were in his mind. He hummed a tune, hoping to remember it — even though he usually does. His shift was going to end in minutes, but his boss was strict, so he couldn't leave early. But when it was 12:00, he immediately grabbed his jacket and left the diner for the others to clean. It wasn't like he meant to be rude, but he was eager to go home and right melodies down as soon as possible.
He practically ran down the sidewalk, his footsteps slamming onto the concrete. His apartment wasn't too far from the diner, so he could easily walk there, but it was dangerous to be out in the middle of the night alone, which was partially why he was so eager to go to the apartment. As he was almost there, he heard a scream, making him stop abruptly. He turned his head toward an ally he was about to pass, only to see a man mugging a woman.
Yoongi immediately ran towards the pair, knowing it would be wrong to leave the woman in distress. "Hey, asshat!" he called, gaining the pair's attention. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked, walking closer to them.
"That's none of your business." the man growled, gripping tightly onto the woman, who cowered, a pleading look shown on her dark-skinned face.
"Well, it kind of is — seeing that it looks like you're mugging her."
"Look, kid, leave us alone, or you'll regret it." he growled. Yoongi only chuckled, walking even closer to them as he raised an eyebrow at him.
"First of all, I'm twenty, not five. And second of all, is that supposed to be a threat because that's so unoriginal then, just saying." he chuckled, making the man reach for the back of his pocket. He pulled out a pocket knife, making the woman whimper and Yoongi let out a sarcastic laugh.
"A pocket knife, really? Look I've gotten into fights a few times, and some of them have involved pocket knives, and I was able to win even so. So why would a tiny "weapon" like that intimidate me? So, I'm going to warn you; let go of her." he scowled, a glare shown in his eyes. The man scoffed, letting go of the woman. She quickly ran off, mouthing "thank you" to him.
"There, I let her go, but that doesn't mean I'm letting you go." he said, coming closer to him. Rolling his eyes, Yoongi ducked when the man swung at him.
"Really?" he questioned mockingly. "Obviously, you duck when someone swings at you, so I don't even know why you bothered trying." he crossed his arms.
The man growled again before pushing him back, making him stumble. Yoongi raised an eyebrow before he got ready to push him back, but before he could even touch him, the man flew back, his back hitting the brick wall. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped, completely shocked.
"What the hell?" he muttered, watching the man groan. He quickly backed away, not wanting deal with the man, and ran off to his apartment. The images flashed through his mind, making him even more shocked and slightly terrified. Had I done that? he thought, running even faster. The thoughts never stopped running in his mind and when he got to the apartment, he didn't even bother to write any new compositions.
