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Yoongi Chapter 5: Worthy

[A/N: Hi, everyone! Thank you sosososo much for reading, voting, and following! I love all of you. We've now officially reached the halfway-point with Min Yoongi's story, yaaaay! Yes, that means there will be five more chapters, I've decided each of these stories will be capped at ten (I could, however, be persuaded to write some bonus content, if you'd be into that). My goal is to get these next five chapters out before school starts again for me (roughly in sync with BTS' new comeback AAAH), so please send me good vibes :) This also means that it's time for you, dear audience, to think about whose story you'd like to see next.  Comment below and tell me whose route you want, and I'll take it into consideration ;) As always, I hope you're doing well, byeeee!]

Thirteen Years Ago

"That isn't my name anymore."

Those words slice through the midnight air. They aren't loud, but they echo in Min Yoongi's young ears with the impact of a foghorn. He clenches his fists so tightly that he can feel warm liquid trickling from his palms. But he doesn't register any pain.

All he can do is stare through the slots of the linen closet's door, his eyes fixed on the two shadows inching into sight on the wall. Their showdown is imminent.

Over their hushed conversation loops a continual chorus of his father's panicked words moments before, "Hide, Yoongi. Don't make a sound."

Hide.

Don't make a sound.

Hidedon'tmakeasound.

He wants to yell. He wants to call for help. But he is frozen and deathly silent.

His father's silhouette, tall, imposing, a force of strict order and love shown through discipline in Yoongi's life, stops. As he raises his arms in surrender, a single lamp's meager light warps his figure into something weak and decrepit. Something alien. He lets out a weak chuckle. "What is it you call yourself now, then?"

"You know what?" The stranger drawls, taking a slow step forward. Yoongi's father takes one back. "Since I feel bad for you, old man, I'll tell you. Consider it a parting gift. My new name is G-Dragon."

G-Dragon.

The name burrows under Yoongi's skin. The only movement he makes is the involuntary trembling of his fists.

Yoongi's father's voice is warmer than he's ever heard it. Full of sadness. He takes another step back. "A fierce name for one so young, don't you think?"

"I'll live up to it." The other figure assures, taking yet another step in Yoongi's direction.

Click.

Yoongi can barely make out his father's back now. "Please don't waste your life, Young-ah," the older man pleads lowly.

"The only life I'm wasting is yours, ahjussi."

Bang.

The world goes red.

The stranger disappears without a trace. Yoongi is suddenly by his father's side, staring at the hole in his chest. At his glassy eyes. His hands are red, his pajamas, the carpet. And his father is getting colder, paler.

A scream of pure anguish rips from his throat.

He doesn't stop screaming. Not when the police arrive, not when his very pregnant mother, shaking like a leaf, pulls him into a tight hug. He only goes silent when his vocal chords give out on him, and then he seems to shut down entirely. He becomes a husk as still and quiet as his father's corpse.