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Taehyung's POV
"WHAT THE FUCK!" I groan as I hear Yoongi's earsplitting cussing somewhere distant from me. I rolled from my side of the mattress and went back to sleep.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!" I heard him yell again. This time nearing my spot and carelessly throwing things not rationalizing that there is a sleeping fellow on the mattress seemingly searching for something.
I rolled my eyes.
Shut up, hyung.
"THIS BETTER NOT BE WHAT I THINK IT IS! I SWEAR TO GOD, I'M GONNA KILL THAT PERSON WHO STEALS MY THING!"
No one dares to steal your thing, hyung. The last time I did, you literally and nearly killed me.
What I stole?
His keys.
And now he's acting up again and I'm gonna bet he lost them, again.
I irritatingly covered my ears and rolled over to my side to avoid his wrath.
Just when I found a comfortable spot, I was lifted by my hoodie dangling on Yoongi's arms.
Oh boy. Of course, I am the first suspect.
"WHERE IS IT?" His voice is unbelievably calm which I fear the most.
Nonetheless, I slapped his arms and fixed my hoodie annoyingly. "What are you talking about?"
"Where are my keys?" Boom, of course I guessed correctly.
"I didn't do it this time." I replied and hitched a heavy breath. "Can't you just find it yourself? Quietly? Like how you always are?"
He is just looking at me and I swear to God, if looks can kill, I should be brutally dead by now. And I'm not even exaggerating.
The last time I did unknowingly 'borrowed' his car keys, he nearly beat me up to my own grave. I had a couple of stitches on my jaws, nose, and cheeks. I also had multiple healing ribs that took weeks of medication.
"What do you think I was doing these past few fucking minutes?"
"What do you need them for anyways?" I slouched on his couch.
"That's none of your business." He began rescanning the living room as I stood and stretched out.
Might as well eat.
"Well then good luck finding your keys without my help." I boringly stated as I ruffle my hair while yawning and walking to the kitchen.
As I do so, I found myself taking a look on Alex's closed door.
That's weird. She normally wakes up before every one else does.
But okay maybe she's tired and all. Partly, because of me. Who the fuck cares anyway? She's bound to know this whether she likes it or not.
She seems to deeply loathe her father so it's win- win for both parties. Because no matter what fate does, she is way more involve with us before she even step foot on this country. At least she deserves to know what she's involve in. And at least, my brothers deserve to know about it too.
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Fanfic"Where the fuck am I?" I blurted out as I regained my consciousness. My voice was hoarse from the strangulation. My body aches. I was tasting the metallic flavor of my own blood. Curse this. I was drugged and dragged here to this place. I began to f...
