IMAGINE THIS | bts ✓

blade - yoongi

The streets lights shined, lighting the city area as citizens roamed along the streets to and fro either with a partner, friends, or alone. Min Yoongi placed one foot in front of the other in an unlit area of the city, tracing the footsteps of the man in front of him.

Right, left. Right, left.

Right—

The man halts in his steps as if about to turn around, alarmed at the suspicion of someone following him. As he does this movement, Yoongi slides behind a trash bin and discreetly crouches, cursing at the chance of almost being caught. He rolls his broad shoulders before walking, Yoongi seeing this action as a mockery of him.

Footsteps continue in front of Yoongi, unaware of the fate Yoongi could bring to the man. On his face was a snarl and a dark and deep stare in his eyes so hollow that even with just a glance, you'd find yourself drawing in closer and falling in.

A subtle, mysterious grin turned one corner of his mouth up slightly. The glare in his eyes deepening as the man stops once more and says the words, "Who's there?"

A raspy, airy chuckle left Yoongi's throat as he doesn't turn to hiding anymore and glides towards the man. His eyes drift over the man's attractive face. Seokjin's eyebrows arched into a pondering expression.

"It's you."

Yoongi sighs deeply before circling around Seokjin, retrieving the pocket knife from his back pocket. Lightly trailing the blade against the side of Seokjin's neck, Yoongi smirks. Nerves run down Seokjin's spine as the thought of dying right this minute was put into his mind.

"Of course it's me." Yoongi whispers crisply, the darkness and emptiness of the alleyway causing the words to be heard more clearly. Seokjin shudders as Yoongi pressed the tip of the blade into the fabric of his shirt, poking at the smooth and unharmed skin.

"I-I thought y-you left," Seokjin murmurs, turning to face his old friend. Yoongi pulls back the pocket knife and grazes the unsharpened blade lightly over Seokjin's neck. "W-why are you back?"

Thoughts of panic scurried in his brain as his own body began to slightly shudder under the contact of Yoongi's blade. The shorter male's airy laugh was heard instead of a proper response.

"You know the exact reason." Yoongi hums out before retracting the knife and thrusting it forward into the lower left side of Seokjin's torso.

An exasperated groan came from Seokjin before Yoongi pulled back the knife, watching carefully as the dark red fluid seeped through the fabric of his shirt, staining the cloth. Seokjin continued to groan, the pain where the wound had taken place beginning to grow.

Before Seokjin got the chance to speak, Yoongi was already walking away, wiping the blood of his friend onto his black tee shirt. Seokjin eyed Yoongi's back with anger and potential as if he knew his next words would tear the shorter male apart.

"I-If you're here because of her, you should just disappear," His wild eyes grew even darker as Seokjin's struggling voice spoke, drawing in the memories of her that Yoongi still remembered. He turned around to a still-bleeding Seokjin with a pained expression painted on his face.

"because she's gone and you know why."

Yoongi snapped.