Monsters | Vmin

1-3 "Min Yoongi"

The male led a normal life. His parents were easily dissapointed with him, but he let that go as he knew he wasn't exactly perfect. Recently he had done something he had only dreamed of doing. He knew it wasn't going to end well. He just knew.

He sucked it up anyways, swallowing his fears and knocking on the door to their room, where they were most likely working. He heard the sweet voice of his mother chirp back at him. 

"We're a bit busy dear. Is this important?"

Yoongi pursed his lips, nodding his head with a short, "Yes"

He heard a soft sigh, and moments later he saw his mothers face behind the newly opened door. He felt a pang of guilt when he saw the bored and unamused look on her face, his father at his desk, typing something into his computer.

"Its... it's very important. " he seethed, his father rolling his eyes like a child and stopping his key board smashing, looking up with an arched eyebrow.

"You have 3 minutes. Starting now. "

The male gasped, fumbling with his words as he tried to grasp the right things to say.

"I- You know you were mad at me for not getting a girlfriend yet?"

His mother sighed, looking at her lap. "Look honey, it's just that you're out of school now and you should be at least lo-"

"What if I don't want a girlfriend? What if.... I want a boyfriend instead!?" he spat, pursing his lips as he saw his fathers brows furrow.

"What's that mean?-"

"It means I think I'm fucking gay so if you would please!" Yoongi started, taking a breath sharply.

"Please.... just accept that you probably won't see me with a girlfriend to those stupid family get-togethers... then- then that would be great."

He was expecting to get yelled at. He was expecting to get cursed at and smacked. He wasn't expecting, however, for his mom to snort and shake her head, smiling up at her son from her spot on the bed.

"Honey... you're 19 now yeah? I think it's best you think for yourself. Your looking through other apartments to call yours right? How about we go camping one last time before you head off into adulthood?"

Yoongi smiled awkwardly, nodding his head lightly. "I'd love that. But I might need a bit more time to find a place so-"

"Get packing! We'll leave tonight! Off to the woods!" his father bellowed brightly, rummaging through some things.

The male nodded slightly, going to pack a few 'must-haves' for the night.

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"Alright, we're here! Yoongi hon- could you go look for some wood to start a fire while we set up the campsite?" his mother asked sweetly as they found their usual spot in the woods.

Yoongi nodded lightly, making his way through the trees, picking up sticks and twigs along the way.

Half an hour is all it took.

Half an hour to collect the wood needed, to make his way back to the site, and to realize that his parents had left him stranded in the middle of the woods with nothing.

He wasn't surprised. He had thought it was too good to be true. His parents were upset when he didn't socialize with girls. Why would they accept this?

He bit his lip and sighed, trying to find his way out of the woods so he could find someplace to sleep for the night. He had a few friends that he hoped would let him sleep over.

He made his way through the woods, it getting darker every minute. He flinched as he saw a shadow run in front of him and behind a tree beside him. He shook his head. 

"Monster. You aren't slick. Show yourself"

He heard a small sigh and watched as a tall girl with sharp teeth and cat like ears and tail walk in front of him.

"No fun. I love to play with my food" the girl pouted, Yoongi's eyes widening.

"F-food?!"

The girl nodded, and ran at the boy, the glimpse of her slick black hair the last thing he saw before being knocked out of consciousness.

His body was never found as it was never left. Missing reports were filed by his parents a week later, and the case will forever be a mystery, as his remains were scattered into a lake, never to be found.

The police assumed he ran away to another country. His parents were locked up as his mother broke under the pressure in interrogation.