Masks || Yoongi X BTS

Leave me

Yoongi kicked a stray trash can as he stumbled along on the dingy street. The street was dimply lit and barely showed any signs of life as one couldn't sense movement or sound for miles. The clattering noise of the can resounded on the nearby pillars and walls, creating a lazy echo in its wake. The sound annoyed him, and made the boy think of how stupid he had been.

A small voice or two hissed in the back of his head, making Yoongi feel uncomfortable at the unwelcomed guests.

"Well, for one thing, the members hate you because you are being a designating little bitch," a voices sneered in smugly. "You couldn't even keep a secret from them," another tutted with distaste.

The boy clenched his jaw in an attempt to keep his cool. "I'm sorry, okay?!" Yoongi croaked, his throat dry from the time he had soent without any water. His apology was supposedly a retort, but even he himself agreed that it sounded too weak and croaky to be a retort. Talk about hopeless situations.

Yoongi kept walking forward - while almost crying from the constant venom that was dripping from his mind. He attempted to keep his shaking hands warm, which was proving to be sadly ineffective. In return, he kept his legs busy by playing football with the can as he kept on walking.

After what seemed like an eternity of tin-can-kicking, Yoongi became aware of a presence which surely lingered around him. It almost felt like someone was watching him. The jumpy boy made a quick about-turn, only to reveal the same dark and stinky street he had been walking down for the past hour or so. Calm down, man. It's just your imagination, Yoongi thought as he tried to reassure himself.

"It's probably someone coming to kill you~" a sing song voice whispered with a gleeful giggle. Shut the hell up! By then, the boy was quite angry and on edge.

Opting to ignore the annoying voices, Yoongi slowly turned around again. Goosebumps began to form on his exposed skin, both due to the chilly air and dread filling his being. Now aware and cautious of his surrounding, Yoongi continued his walk at a brisk pace. He was extra careful to avoid litter that may alert anyone to his position.

After several minutes of silence - save for his own heavy and laboured breathing - the sound of soft footsteps filled Yoongi's ears. The boy poked his inner cheek out of frustration before calling out loudly. "W-who's there? Show yourself!" The small built male then curses under his breath, exoecting some sort of reply. But the only thing that replies him was the creepy silence which accompanied the lonely night.

"You're all alone, you disgusting bitch!"

Shivering lightly from the cold and fear, he resumed his walk once again. He took a few steps forward and risked a glance at his back. Satisfied when no footsteps followed him, he contined on his way, a small smike gracing his pale features.

That is, until he turned to a corner.

The sharp turn made him bump into something. Someone to be more specific. The person who he bumped into had a hard and cokd chest. Yoongi could smell the strong odour of alcohol on the strangers breath. Not a good sign.Pretending to be as casual as possible, Yoongi stepped back carefully. An evil smile stretched on the stranger's face.

"Hello there, pretty boy."