Miracle | Yoonmin

Chapter 8

Yoongi pov

"Yoongi, that is not how you talk to your elders. Where are the manners we have taught you." My father is strict so of course he would blow up at a little disrespect. I mean I hid a lot of things from them like my company and what I do.

"Really? Because that was how you talked to grandma and grandpa when they tried to count on you." I retorted and I could see my father fuming. I learnt all of my bad behaviours from the best of the best. They never cared for me. I was always taken care of by the maids in this house.

"Bring me the syringe! He needs to be taught a lesson!" My mother screams. I know this was going to happen, I quickly send a quick signal to Namjoon's tablet. They would be able to track me using that message I sent.

I stare at them as a syringe of some transparent liquid was brought forward to my mother. She stabs the needle into my arm and deposits the liquid inside my body. I already feel weak in the first 10 seconds.

"Bring him to his room and lock his door. Don't let him escape that room at all." That was the last I heard before i lost all consciousness. I knew this was a trap yet I still sent myself here to the lion's den, getting myself into such trouble. Knowing my parents, my friends are probably not having it easy at all. I just hope that maybe , I will get out of here alive.

Third person pov

Yoongi was brought up to his room and laid on his bed. The guard leaves and locks the door, standing guard right outside the room preventing Yoongi from escaping. Downstairs, Mr and Mrs Min both sat at the table furious. Their own son, disobeying them in every way possible.

Things are going to get nasty for the boys as they continue to progress on.