secrets don't make friends |bts fanfic

twenty five

Yoongi POV

2:45 am

i strolled down the streets in my car, in the neighborhood where jungkook lives.

i had remembered where he stayed, since the house party he had thrown, and never forgot it in case i needed to get revenge.

and tonight, the same night he destroyed my music and my right eye, i was gonna pay him back.

especially after what he did to suran.

cheating on someone is never okay.

whether you're a man or a woman, you should be punished for it.

and he got lucky earlier that i hadn't lashed out on him when hoseok first told me and only now.

i passed up a few other luxurious homes—them being the complete opposite of my apartment—before reaching jungkook's.

i'd visited the hardware store before arriving and picked up a hammer and some rope.

after the hardware store, i went to my local supermarket and bought a trash bag.

—just for my apartment, really.

okay, maybe not.

but i planned to do something no sinner would ever do tonight.

and i knew exactly how to get it done.

but no—this wasn't just a one man job, this type of job called for three.

and i knew just the people to help me do it.

Hoseok POV

i rolled over on my side to reach my phone upon hearing its loud, annoying ring.

i saw that the person calling was yoongi.

what could he want so late at night?

and a school night, at that.

i pressed the green button.

"yobuseyo?" i spoke in my raspiest bed voice.

yoongi replied, "i need you. it's important you show up quickly."

his voice sounded awake and alert, like he had been up all night thinking of this.

and quickly? why quickly?

why did he need me so bad at 2 in the morning?

"what? why? what's wrong?" i say, sitting up in bed, letting my bare chest grow goosebumps from the cold air.

yoongi didn't say a thing.

"just meet me at jungkook's house. wear comfortable shoes and dark clothing. now."

and with that, he hang up right after.