Take me home [Take you home] {Bang Yongguk & OC ]

Chapter 4 ღ Forgetting about you

The practice had already ended before Yongguk got to the practice room. He received the serious gaze of Himchan, the worried ones from JongUp and Zelo, a strange one from Daehyun and no one from Youngjae, which was too busy checking his mobile phone. The second eldest of the group grabbed the sleeve of Yongguk’s T-Shirt and took him to the corner of the room to have a private conversation with him.

-What do you think you’re doing? –Himchan’s face darkened.

-I was just busy with family stuff.

-Yeah, family stuff –laughs awkwardly- they all can believe that. You’re a sad excuse of a friend. A liar. That girl was screaming, alright. She need someone to help her out, okay. But it’s not you. B.A.P will be in danger soon if you keep on going there, and it’ll all be your fault. Forget about that house, that door, that girl and that creepy man. If you want, just call the police and they’ll do whatever they think they should, okay? You’re not a policeman; you’re Bang Yongguk, leader of this group. The group that’s named Best Absolute Perfect but nevertheless will be anything but the “best absolute perfect” they’re all hoping to see, since its leader doesn’t even practice with the rest of the members.

-Channie, you know…

-Don’t you dare to call me Channie now. Bang Yongguk hyung, if you go there once again I’ll have to tell the staff and the members. I don’t want my group to fade away. Is it clear enough? Okay, now go and forget about this. Won’t you do it? You’ll forget what I just told you and go there once again. I’ll be impatiently waiting that moment, so that I can show you that I dare to speak.

The weeks had already passed. Three weeks. Bang had forgotten about the girl’s stuff, but someone not.

-Omo… the girl is really screaming! What should I do? Should I enter? Should I… Should I call the police, or Yongguk hyung? Or Himchan hyung? Oh, no…

He suddenly heard the sound of steps towards him. He started trembling, his hands shaking on the door. He stepped back to walk away from the house and avoid the one on the other side of the entrance when he found out that the steps weren’t coming from the inside of the house, but from behind. His back crashed onto something or somebody. He widened his eyes and felt his lungs suffocating.

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-Come here! Don’t try to run away, you little piece of thrash! We’ll kill you!

Daehyun was running away from three black-dressed men that were running to catch him. As he had trained a lot for the company, his muscles allowed him to run faster and faster, so he could win a great advantage. Nevertheless he didn’t own any weapon but the men did. He heard the sounds of some shots. He barely saw a bullet fly just a milimeter beside his shoulder and started panicking. He ran towards a man that was parking his car, opened his door and threw him to the pavement. He started driving the car as fast as he could and a bullet reached his car window, breaking the glass into pieces. He was trembling so much that he couldn’t almost control the car. Furthermore, he didn’t own a driving license. When was on the motorway he sighed and relaxed a bit. He was driving 130 km/h, a little too fast for the road, which only allowed 100 km/h. He thought of slowing down and parking somewhere to take a taxi, but he heard someone honking the horn. He looked through the rear view mirror a police car driving even faster than 130 km/h towards him. He drove faster and faster, he passed 150 km/h. He reached 180 km/h. 190. 200. He panicked more and more, he thought he was about to die. The police was right behind him, so he pushed harder. 290 km/h. Daehyun started screaming and freaking out.