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Gone

Yoongi

After a whole hour and a half of trying to get me out of the swirled pole, we headed our separate ways. Jimin and Jungkook went to their house, it being close to Jungkook's bath time. Me and Tae went to his house, not finding much interest in doing anything else. Since it was late, and I haven't seen my dog all day, I decided to leave and go home.

"Bye Baby." Taehyung hugs me tightly, kissing my cheek, "Text me when you get home."

I nod, "Of course. I love you."

"Love you too Doll."

I smile and leave the apartment complex, walking down the abandoned alleyways. The sound of people watching their televisions, or listening to music fill the empty gap between the buildings. Above me, a couple sits on their porch, discussing plans for the future.

My mind wanders off, the sound of footsteps and gravel disappearing. Though I can clearly hear the sounds of the city life at night, I pay no attention to it. I glance at the different types of graffiti on the brick walls. Though this is a very modern time, where we have technology, fast cars, and you can do almost anything within walking distance, the city still holds it's 50's vibe, where jazz is played on all the streets and girls with poppy skirts dance in the alleys. But this 50's vibe isn't the happy one, it's like the back routes version, where gangsters hung out, and people got shot everyday.

That sound just lovely doesn't it? Like a very peachy time down here in Seoul, South Korea.

"Hey there~," a feminine voice came from behind me, the slightest bit of venom lacing her words.

"Look, I'm not looking for a hookup, nor a girl, I'm taken. So, you can just go on your way. I'm sure the club down the street has many perverts for you to hookup with." I spit, watching the girl continue to walk, completely silent.

"Are you like deaf? I told you I don't want anything to do with you."

She nods, staring into my eyes, a cold, dead feeling reeking off of her.

"If you're not gonna say anything, you should just piss off."

She brings a finger up to my lips, silencing me. Once she knows she has my attention, she speaks, "How could Taehyung leave me? For you? Maybe he's the insane one."

I cock my eyebrow, "Uhm, excuse me?"

"Taehyung has poor taste in men."

"Maybe he got it from his taste in women."

She frowns, her hand dating to my neck, "Watch your mouth princess. I could end you right here."

"Who are you calling princess? Get your genders right. Plus, I would obviously be a queen."

"Can you just shut up so I can finish you?"

I snicker, "With what? I don't see any weapons, or any meat on those bones." I grab her arm and fling it around.

She tightens her grip on my neck, "Shut. Up."

I push her away and begin walking further from her. She growls and dart toward me, tackling me down.

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She kicks my side, her wedges digging into my body. A very psychopathic laugh escapes her mouth, as she runs down the alley, disappearing off into the street, completely unmarked. I sigh, and use the wall beside me to stand up, my bruised knuckles cracking alongside all the bones in my body.

I walk down the alley, stumbling as a raccoon passes in front of me. I flinch, tiredly. My eyes divert to a lone graffiti on the wall, lit by a single light. Where is my mind? I stare at it, asking myself the same question. Where is it? I can't remember much. Maybe Namjoon will find me. Maybe Jimin will find my mind.

My phone lights up, showing a text.

Taebear

Hey bb r u ok?

Jisoo just text me.

She said you got hurt.

Babe....

Do I know this guy? Why is he calling me pet names? I don't have a boyfriend.

My vision goes black, the world leaving and only one thing in my head; Where is my mind?

No POV

As Yoongi collapsed in the alleyway, a couple passed by, the male holding up his fiance.

He had planned it for months, the proposal, and he finally built up the courage to ask her. They had visited many places before he proposed. He was aware that she loved to dance, as did he, therefore they went to an empty building, that had been abandoned for maybe a whole decade. They danced throughout the building, no one to watch the couple as they lived freely. After, they went to a popup store for an anime they had never seen. Then, to dinner, where he popped the question and she said, without hesitation, the word to change their lives.

But now, they stumble through the alley, not knowing what was to show up.

"Babe, I think that man needs help," the female whispered, pointing to Yoongi's almost lifeless body.

"Holy crap, Yoongi!" the man yelled, pulling out his phone to call the police.

"911 what's your emergency?" the lady operator asked.

"Hi, um. My friend got, I think...beat up? It's in the alley by, ah, Yuki Mino's Cafe."

"We'll be there soon. Make sure he doesn't rush up."

"Thank you ma'am."

The woman rushed over to her, soon to be, husband, hugging him tightly.

"How could this happen? Yoongi never did anything to piss off anyone."

Well, not everyone. A girl that goes by the name of Jisoo could disagree quite a bit on that one.

"Somi, do you have any water?"

She nodded, pulling out the water for him, "Seok, is he gonna be okay?"

"Let's hope so."

This isn't the end, guys I had no inspiration for this chapter, I literally just listened to 365 Fresh by Triple H on repeat for this chapter. Be happy tho~ 

Get ready for next chapter, ya'll are gonna be SHOOKETH