PLAY TOY.

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Uneasy feelings.

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-6 years later-

Author's P.O.V
Today's weather was shit, the streets of Seoul were covered in puddles and the sky was awfully gloomy.
It was a the perfect day for the blue boy walking by himself.
His mind caught up with the unexpected phone call he just shared with his mother earlier this morning.
Though, he kind of felt better knowing the earth was sad as well on the very same day as him.
Yet he wouldn't admit he was slightly worried and sadden by the pleading of his mother coming to seek his ill father.

'Tch, it was his fault anyways' Yoongi replied coldly to himself.

His pouty lips were held between his teeth, while silently wondering about how it turned out like this.
He known something was going to happen sooner or later, but he was secretly hoping not this soon.
For heavens sake, his father is only in his early 40's; should not being getting recommended to get a new liver.
After hearing the news, his heart was broken but also a burning rage of fire grew in him.

Holding on about still caring for his abusive dad and careless mother.

"He deserved it anyways.." Yoongi mumbled, trying to convince himself that his heart did not just hurt.

I mean how hard was it for the supposedly cold Min Yoongi to shut down his emotions and act distant?

'Ugh. This is giving me a migraine.'
He thought tiredly to himself while glancing towards the different shops he past by.

Memorized by the blinding lights and the soft sound of rain hitting the sidewalk below him.
The lights making his head ache only more and his thin black sweatshirt was soaked too.

'Great' He sighed.

"Might as well get into a shop and stay there for now." He mumbled sourly.

So grumpily he entered a random cafe, though bumped into a loud group of boys on the way.
Catching the eye of one of the boys, as they were just heading out from having a late breakfast.

"Hold on guys.."
The boy spoke, while motioning to the person they bumped into, which was a grumbling Yoongi.

They all glanced and suddenly felt curious of what the younger of the group was doing and thinking.

"Let's stay here for a bit." He replied without looking away from the pale boy sitting along by the farthest window and seat.
Isolating himself from everyone and anything.

As for Yoongi, once he got seated on a worn out seat.
He immediately folded his arms on the table and hid his head in it.
Feeling himself drain from the stress of the phone call and his own personal problems as well.

'Aw' one of the group of boys cooed, as they all watch the sad kitty probably had a bad morning.

"What am I going to do?' Yoongi frowned, he just got laid off by his asshole of an boss and now has to deal with this shit.
He lifted his head and stared outside the window.
A whine unconsciously escaped his mouth as his eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

'I'm fucked' He says to himself, feeling tears start to form in his eyes from realization.
Yet once he felt tears, he furiously rubbed them away; instead settled for a pout.
Knowing he doesn't want to cry in public but rather much at home.