The Black Parade

Chapter 3

"Oh Yoongi good you're awake. I was just cleaning up . I made coffee, you want some?" Jimin chirped in an attempt to lighten the mood but no avail. Yoongi kept ignoring him.

"What are you really looking fo-" He never got to finish his words before he was slammed against the wall in a chokehold.

"Where is it bitch, no don't you dare lie to me. I won't ask again but where is it-WHERE IS IT!?" He growled, his tone rising with each word.

"I-i don't-" again he didn't get to finish his words as Yoongi pulled him back still in a chokehold, iron grip which are sure to leave bruises, and slammed his head against the wall making Jimin beg for mercy.

" No you keep that damn mouth shut. You know where it is don't you? Thats why you come crawling back huh? To finish me off, is that it? Is that it! You probably put Hope on his way too huh?" Yet Jimin could only dumbly say no. He was crying now. But Yoongi did not seem to care. His next actions proves that well enough. Still having Jimin in a chokehold he drags him out of the door, down the stairs and to the entrance. Jimin could harldy breathe and was turning blue. Shreading the last bit of Jimin's dignity Yoongi threw the frail boy on the dirty pavement. He had humiliated him. A small crowd had gathered to see the action. Jimin covered his face with his hands.

" Make way make way coming through-excuse me move. Im a police officer.I'm important damn it." A short grouchy man made his way from bettween the crowd. He scanned the scene with beady eyes, moustache twitching.

" What in the devil is goin' on in here?" He barks. The crowd tittered.

Yoongi straighened up and walked over to the officer. And said" This prostitute here is charged with attempted murder and 3rd degree felony. The proof is my damn house!" He finished in a strong, charismatic way and the crowd gasped.

The said officer crouched down and leered perversly at Jimin and licked his lips. His intentions were clear. Jimin knew what he wanted. This was common at this part of the city. And knowing that his skin itched. 

"S,alright. We will take him. No biggie. Get alot of these whores. But must say..this ones's a gem." He said turning back to Yoongi. " Well thanks to you we got our hands on a smooth criminal. Well done kid."

And with that he seemed to drag Jiminie by the cuff of his shirt and into the car. Eyes terrified and teary looking Jimin looked back one last time. I LOVED YOU. 

After that was over everything all so seemingly fell back in place it baffled Yoongi. None of those people in the croud seemed to give a fuck about the boy who got taken away by that pervert. So why should he care? Yet there was an empty pain gnawing at his chest.

"I still think it's a bad idea." 

"Yoongi don't cut it out till you have tried it." Seokjin chided. The doctor had gotten a text this morning from a friend that Yoongi got involved with the police. That shouldn't have been an issue . Police are always looking for an excuse to arrest Yoongi. But there was a boy involved this time. Seokjin had quite a clear idea of who this boy was. He had heard enough of his grumpy friend's complains over beer to know who Jimin was. And though he has never met this boy, he feels sorry for him. 

"It'll be a waste. Give it up hyung." Yoongi grumbled. " No it won't. Trust me with this. I know this is an anger problem you developed over time with all those toxins you put in your body. And it will only get worse if you don't get it in control. And your shocks are getting stronger." The 26-year old still insisted.

"Well what if I kill the fucker before he even says my name?" Yoongi asked with a sneer.

" You will not do that as there is going to be tight security and a highly skilled professional."

"Jisoos?"

"No. Me!"

Ah yes..Kim Seokjin. A respected doctor and one of Yoongi's bestfriends. How the hell did he score such amazing people in his life he has no idea but he is not gonna complain. And Kim Seokjin happens to be a force to be reckoned with. So even Jisoos falls awry. 

A blonde head peaked from under the mess of clothes and beer bottles. Yoongi stared at Seokjin with hooded-eyes. His face had that unmistakable look of determination.Shitt.

"Well fuck it you got me. Fine then. I'll give this whole therapist thing a shot." He unwilling pulled himself off the bed, stretching and yawning like a cat.

"Yes thank god. Joonie can you please get the car?" 

~~~~~~~~~~~time skip~~~~~~~~~~

Yoongi has never run this fast in his short life of 25-years. In fact he never really runs so this was new to him. But really he had no other choice. There were guards after him along with a fuming Seokjin. Safe to say that the therapy session had not gone well. The therapist had simply began asking questions about himself. Yoongi answered them. There was no reason to strangle the poor guy. The environment was comfortable and cheery. There seemed to be no sign of treats or danger. Yet Yoongi lost his shit when he mentioned Jimin. He lunged at him. Three gaurds and a panicked Seokjin seemed no match for him. He just hit and ran. Out of the hospital building and onto the streets. Slowing down to catch his breath he leaned his back against concrete,heaving.

"Ah look at this poor boy? Tsk, how unfortunate."

"Yes really. Look how pretty he is!"

"Poor soul.."

A boy seemed to be putting up posters on the wall. A gaggle of old ladies were cooing around one of them. The picture was of a boy with chubby cheeks, full rosy lips and a mop of black hair. The same face which haunts his dreams. Without thinking Yoongi landed a left hook on the poster boy, ripping up the posters and knocking him out cold. After that it was all a blur. All he remembers is punches and kicks being thrown. And suddenly a pair of arms haul him up-