Death Wish

Shitstorm

(A/N: Look who's finally releasing a second story! Aren't I responsible? *cough* not really*cough* Also, this fic only contains BTS, no other bands, so if a name looks familiar, its not who you're thinking of, I have a couple of OCs) WC: 3718 {So long, longest chapter I've ever published, I usually split them up, and this is also just the intro}

It was Sunday, dreary and uneventful, like every other Sunday that ticked passed the little isle. Absolutely nothing happened on the isle, nothing even relatively interesting transpired as the sun rose in the sky, and than started its slow descent down towards the horizon. Everything could be easily summed up as peaceful, calm, tranquil or maybe even repetitive, boring, monotonous, etc.

Yoongi opted for the latter set of words, the 'peaceful' life the island offered was dull and just not for him. So, he found himself at his regular diner, sitting at his regular seat, staring at the regular old linoleum flooring that rotted and peeled at the edges. The dirtied checkered pattern seemed tacky and even the westerners would turn their noses at such a monstrosity. The cracked plastic booths and chairs stabbed into whoever braved their sharp clutches. Each and every shift brought about a loud squeak from the pathetic excuse of diner furniture, but it was normal, it was regular.

Yoongi shifted his gaze from the floor, to the peeling stickers of the window spelling out the name of the diner, but he didn't care for the name, it was regular. As was the splitting concrete that lined the small town, and the people that walked that road everyday, Yoongi didn't want to be one of those people.

He wasn't really, he most certainly wasn't regular. If you were to ask the townspeople about Min Yoongi some might start to talk about the tragedy that was his father, or maybe his kind hearted mother that flinched at any physical contact or had a panic attack at any loud noise that sounded near her. Many would just sigh and talk about his daydreamer tendencies, his stubborn, loner and hard ass exterior among other unredeeming qualities.

Then, there would be those few diner regulars that would talk about his Sunday rants with that one smart kid that dyed his hair purple as a social experiment, something about psychology? The only human being that could handle a person such as Min Yoongi, though many didn't understand why the town genius would willingly hang out with such a pessimistic, cynical, depressing, hopeless, daydreamer like him. But maybe it was the fact that he was a genius that drove him to hang out with such a man, nobody questioned it, that wouldn't be regular.

But alas, it was Sunday, which meant Yoongi would rant about the past week to an uninterested Namjoon who heard the same thing each Sunday. The genius would just stare at the crossword in the newspaper that even a preschooler could do, but he busied himself with solving and resolving the said crossword with just his eyes over and over again because he had nothing better to do.

Then, near the end of the rant, would come the infamous closing remarks that Yoongi would leave with Namjoon till they either met the next Sunday, or the older grew bored and would drop in unannounced at the genius's household. So there he sat, staring at the mildewed newspaper expecting the same broken record that was Yoongi when he spoke of his plan to leave the island and instead settle for music production on the mainland.

"I almost have enough money, just another week or two at the docks and I'll be a free bird,"

The younger simply arched an eyebrow at the bird analogy, but soon returned his attention to the 'funny's' that stood next to the word search. Sometimes he wondered how such a small hamlet, like the one he lived in, could even have a newspaper. Considering the fact nothing ever happened and they weren't rich in any way, shape, or form if you didn't count the marine life.