Agust D : Min Yoongi x Reader

24. Acescence

author note: missed the 2 year anniversary of the story..this is for reaching a 100k...thank u so fucking much

acescence:

becoming sour;

You let him in reluctantly because after the day you had, you were cheerful, you were happy, and he obviously wasn't, and contrary to science where positively charged particles attract the negative's, Yoongi wouldn't be pulled into your happiness, Yoongi would only push further into his own misery.

"What happened?" you asked and he shook his head

"Problems. Problems happened and I was stupid enough to trust others instead of remembering that there's only one way of getting things done, you do them yourself because no one, absolutely no one has your back"

You were still standing at the door, still not sure if he would randomly run out of your bedroom, perhaps for a drive, perhaps for a taste of his drugs, perhaps for another wild adventure of his.

"I'm sorry" he muttered "I just wish that stupid dog was dead"

"Then kill him"

He looked at you, his features unreadable, and his hands tugging at the buttons of his shirt.

"Since when were you so harsh? I thought you felt bad for his wife and kid"

"I did. I still do. As for him, he's a no good criminal, causing you problems. I don't like it when you have problems. It means we have problems. And lord knows we're already up to our necks in issues"

He smiled appreciatively, pulling the shirt off his shoulders and staying like that, shirtless, thinking or coming up with a clever thing to say while you just watched him, finally walking away from the door and on your way taking his shirt from his hand to put back into the little walk-in closet.

"The child will be father-less. His wife, a widow" he said in a stoic voice, wanting to provoke a reaction from you

"The child will be given a chance at a normal life. His wife, will make sure her son never knows of his terrible father"

Yoongi's smile grew wider and he took a step closer to you.

"I'm more terrible than that Hound ever dreamed to be, you know that right?" he held your cheeks, his wide smile resembling that of the Cheshire cat

"I know" you said "You're no good for me, yet I'm still here"

He didn't care much as to what made you change your mind and look at things differently; he was just pleasantly surprised to come home to a different atmosphere. He was far too stressed to have any more tension.

Turned out that little dog had a louder bark than Yoongi expected. When he came into the back-room of one of his clubs, he searched for a good expression, yet none of his men had one.

"What now?" he asked with a sigh, deciding to not even sit down, because obviously work needed to be done immediately by the looks of their faces

"The shipment to Paris, sir"

"What of it, speak" he snapped, hating this little charade. They were all cowards, just like you said, too afraid to even speak to him sometimes, and sometimes Yoongi didn't like it because it slowed things down.

"It's, well, it's disappeared"

He stared blankly for a few seconds as the thought settled in him.

A new enemy, loyal to the old one.

"Find whoever was behind this"

That was the last thing he said before realizing it was time to pay a visit to his new friends. His head was full of stress and that fueled his anger even more, causing him to get real pissed by the time he arrived at his hill-top mansion.

"So today, someone messed with my little shipment, then again, you must know all about it, right"

He watched the man writher on the table, his wrists and ankles tied, and his own pride causing him to click clack against the metal, in pathetic attempt to get out, and Yoongi's disgusted by his stupidity, does he really think that's going to help him?

"Hey, I'll do you a favor" Yoongi smiled, approaching the wide torture table Hound inhibited. He still remembered the days of his youth, when Mr. M brought him in that room to show him how a boss handles his work.

With his short lived temper, Hound spat at Yoongi, using the opportunity of closeness.

Yoongi pulled back, taking a deep breath before pulling out a handkerchief out of his pocket, wiping his face whilst chuckling lowly.

"You never learn, do you?"

He wished for some sunlight at that moment, but this was the basement, far below the ground and the only provided shine was a florescent flicker of the neon light.

As he was walking out of the room, the string of curses being shouted his way made him smile, and eventually turn back around, just as he was about to step out.

"Which do you favor, your tongue or hands?"

Hound took a moment to understand before riling up again, yelling and screaming at Yoongi in the maddest way.

"God, your voice is annoying. Tongue it is"

He watched his guards bring in a sharp knife, two of them, one who was there to hold Hound's jaw open, and the other, named Oliver, one of the remains of Mr. M's crew, who was known for his master hands. He could carve a man's arm into a rose.

"Oh wait, I changed my mind" he laughed when Hound started pleading for mercy. Oliver gave him a look and Yoongi just nodded, letting the two men go and ridding them of their duty.

"I don't know" Hound's voice was less annoying now that it was so weak from all the shouting "I don't know who did it. But someone always knows, and you're familiar with him better than me"

"Hey, what's got you so lost in thought?" you asked, and he thanked you in his head for looking so cute when you looked at him with those precious eyes.

"Nothing princess, just, something I'll have to do tomorrow"

"What is it?"

"I have to see someone, someone I haven't seen in years"

"Are they good with you or not?"

"I don't really know anymore"