30 Days Till Dawn ♤ min yoongi

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The journey was silent, while Yoongi took constant peeks at the girl in his back seat.

He seemed quite surprised that she got into his car, as his face was plastered on almost every wall, with the words "wanted for kidnapping" written on it.

She was drunk and probably delusional.

"Here," Yoongi said as he passed her a drink.

She took it, but only held it in her arms.

"Aren't you going to tell me where you want to get off?" He asked.

Yoongi usually hunted for girls like this, but today he felt like he needed a break. Plus, she looked like she had a lot on her mind.

"No..." came an unexpected reply.

Yoongi glanced at the girl again. She was only his second prey.

The first one had died, yes. But only because she killed herself as she felt too uncomfortable with Yoongi's wishes.

His wishes were simple. To sing his songs.

Rejected for over 7 times, he gave up on being a singer.

But all he ever wanted was for someone to listen. To appreciate his music.

The first girl thought he was insane and refused. After all, who would be in the mood to sing if you were kidnapped?

Yoongi decided.

To take her.

After all, she didn't seem like going home.

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Haeri didn't know when and how she blacked out.

When she woke, she was in a cell, with chains around her feet.

The cell was the size of a small room, complete with a blanket and pillow.

She saw a sticky note stuck to the cell door, written in black ink.

'Be back by 9 :D' it said.

Haeri frowned at the note and spotted a clock on the wall. 8:47.

As if on cue, she heard a door open and footsteps.

"You're awake."

Surprised but not surprised, she saw the man from yesterday.

"Hi, can i know your name? I always need to know the names first so we can communicate better." He said, while he turned on some lights.

With better lighting, Haeri saw that she was in a larger room with a kitchen and living room, with stairs leading up.

The man turned on the stove, "I've made some pollack soup for you, you were completely knocked out yesterday. Although i do recall, you've had only two shots."

Still stunned and unaware of what was going on, Haeri spotted a poster on the wall.

"WANTED FOR KIDNAPPING" in red bold letters were printed on it, with no other than Mr Black's face below.

"Ah, well they really haven't got a good picture of me." He said when he caught her looking at the poster.

"So, what's your name?" He asked again, placing a bowl of hot soup and a spoon at a hole through the door.

Haeri was busy thinking.

Kidnapper.

If i was kidnapped no one would remember me either. It would be better for everyone, since I've lost my will to live anyway.

She smiled lightly at the man, "Haeri."

The man nodded, and held out a hand through the bars, "Call me Agust."

"Agust?" Haeri repeated, then said softly, "Wasn't what i expected from a kidnapper..."

The man heard her, and chuckled. "I know right? Agust is my stage name."

Suddenly she felt as if this kidnapper was a fake. Did kidnappers usually try to hook up conversations with their victims?

"Stage name?"

"Yeah, I'm a rapper."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Nothing."

Agust stood up and wiped his hands on his jeans. "Be sure to finish that."

Finish...what?

It took Haeri about five seconds before she realised he was talking about the soup.

She held a scoop to her mouth but paused before swallowing.

"Don't worry it's not poisoned."

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Two hours later Haeri was asleep.

Yoongi came downstairs to check on her, and he laughed a bit when he saw that she finished the soup.

She was different. She didn't scream for help, yell at him for being a jerk or even try to break free from the chains.

As much as he wanted to tell her his real name, he couldn't risk having her tell the world who he was if she ever escaped one day.

He had no intention of killing anyone, but after the first girl commited suicide, he had no choice but to go into hiding.

Who would believe that a girl killed herself, and not the kidnapper who did it?

That was why he hated everyone.

His parents didn't believe in his talent, and all the producers turned him down one by one, saying his music was too depressing for the public.

His friends? He had no friends.

People were always out to judge him, all the double standards and so on.

He was diagnosed with depression in his teenage years, and that didn't do him any good.

All the roads had led him here.

He believed this was the best choice he could make.

"Achooooo!!"

He snapped out of daydreaming when he heard the sneeze.

"Sorry." She whispered, before attempting to wipe her snot with her shirt.

"No, ew, stop."

Yoongi went to get her handbag which she had taken with her yesterday, and roamed the insides to look for some tissue paper, or at least a handkerchief.

"Don't you carry around any tissues?" He asked.

Haeri just shook her head weakly. "I used them up yesterday..."

Yoongi fumbled around before passing a paper towel to her.

"Thanks, but..."

He raised an eyebrow at her.

"My snot's all dry now."

A/n: :)