A Warehouse Full of Memories || BTS x Reader

Being A Hyung

Ch.54

Yoongi's P.O.V.

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It's been years since I've been here. It hasn't been more than five years, but still. I never thought I'd come back to this dump. Scrunching up my nose, I looked at the place in utter digust. The only thoughts I allowed myself to only feel hatred as I stepped onto the lot. Nothing but anger and hate. Sadness was not welcomed at all. There would be none of that today. It took a lot out of me to show up here. Why did I have to come here? Couldn't I have just met him somewhere else? I didn't want to risk the chance of seeing him. Then I'll really go to prison.

That's why I was going to avoid seeing that specific trailer today. I came here to see someone I used to know to get that d*mn letter. It would let me know everything to get ready for the military. Just the idea of coming here has already made the process unpleasant. This is where I grew up. In a pile of trash with a giant rat taking 'care' of me and my younger brother. I still miss my brother a lot. Shaking my head, I reminded myself that sadness was not allowed today. My only job here was to find that f*cker and get the hell out of here with that letter.

But I wasn't moving. My feet stayed planted in front of the entrance for the trailer homes. Broken furniture and old toys covered the area. Children were running around in old clothes that they were outgrowing with week old mud on their skin. They continued laughing and running around, ignoring an adult who was yelling at them to quiet down. One family was grilling meat that they had probably worked their @sses off for. No one here had a lot of money. They all struggled to survive like I had once. Seeing this place was already giving me thousands of memories that I wished everday would disappear. I feel like I'd be much happier forgetting this portion of my life.

The only thing I'd like to remember is Jaehyuk. This still hurt a lot more than I thought it would. Letting out a chuckle, I felt pathetic. It took me forever to get myself to leave the warehouse. I talked to myself for what felt like hours to convince myself. Now I've arrived and I can't even get one foot in. Using all my strength, I forced myself to start walking into the area. Kids stopped chasing each other once I walked in their path. Some adults scoffed to see me back and I wasn't furious to get that reaction. My blood wasn't boiling, but my heart was racing. This isn't worth no d*mn letter! I'm gonna turn back right now.

As that thought came in my head, I heard a couple familiar voices in the background. It made me look around to spot people I used to hang out with. There were people I've fought, others I cheated, and controlled. They eyed me like I was a piece of meat. My feet began moving in the direction where I remembered the trailer of the old acquaintance. Looks like I won't be leaving just yet. I kept hearing them all talk behind my back since I showed my face here again. They all sounded like they were taunting me. The only good thing so far was the fact that no one has bothered to follow me or pick a fight. My boots left deep prints in the mud as I made my way to that old friend with the letter.

His name is Taejoon and he typically hooked people up with illegal jobs. I met him when I was eight and he basically prepared me to live like a thug. My first deal was when I was thirteen and I that's how I took care of myself. By growing tough skin, earning money, and making sure that Jaehyuk had less bruises than me. Taejoon found interest in me when he heard about this kid being called the embodiment of the devil. That was always amusing to hear. I didn't get along with other kids and often beat the sh*t out of them. We would fight over candy or anything. If some kid earned money from selling something in the street, I stole it for myself. Taejoon was sixteen when he first met me and decided to teach me the ropes in the criminal world. Who to work with and who to avoid. How to get money and how to survive.