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THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL .13

THE BEAUTY OF IT ALL .13.

I'd never felt so put on edge in my life, it was like staring straight in the eyes of satan itself. Despite sitting with the only man I could currently trust, others stared at me, eyes ablaze. They didn't move, and they hadn't spoken. My hands fiddled, the staring getting the better of me, I looked close to my side to see Yoongi staring back at them, blonde strands of hair straightened and crawling over his eyes.

I was too scared to talk, voice dry, but pushed the horrors back despite this and whispered against his ear.

"Why am I here Yoongi?" I asked, voice quiet against the echoing of music outside the doors. Yoongi peered down towards me, a dry smile on his lips before he spoke.

"I wanted you to show you my business," He spoke lightly, he relaxed into the couch, the stress in the shoulders gone. "This is the others," He started to point them out, but I couldn't remind myself on the names, only aware of Kim Namjoon standing by the bar, quiet.  

Strange. So strange of Yoongi to open up like this. I stared at Namjoon, hoping to see through his silent demeanour, but he gave nothing but a wicked, and sinister smile. I looked away, dwelling on the fact that Yoongi owned a night club. Why was he even in University if he owned this?

Yoongi began to speak with the men across the couch. "This meeting will continue next week-"

"Not again-"

"I'm sorry?" He snapped, slowly standing from the couch, hands wrapping around my waist to pull me up too. He was probably aware of how limp my legs felt because he pulled me close to his standing frame like he were crutches. "Who told you, you could make the decisions around here?"

The male gulped, going quiet despite the glare on his face. "Next week," the male clarified, staying in his seat and watching as Yoongi began to walk for the door, myself close on his heel, trying to get out as quick as I can, hoping to do something that doesn't talk with big men with guns.

We disappeared out of the VIP lounge and down the empty hall towards the back, his hands still holding the curve of his waist. IU had an idea of where we were going, but I didn't want to ask, instead I grab shoulder too try and cease him from walking. He complied, pausing to look where my hand grasped his shoulder to my face, darkened against the dim of the light.

"You own this?"

He stared, blank. "Yes. I've owned this for a few years now." It was silent. 

"And the guns?"

"What about the guns?"

I blanched. "What? You act like its normal."

He turned fully to face me, his hands still holding the same crease of my skin in his palms. "This is a night club Meiko, of course, there's a threat of gangs."

"Are you in a gang?"

Yoongi shook his head. "No, I'm not."

I stared a little longer because I didn't believe him. Every time I looked to his fingers there were stains of red, of blood, and I couldn't ignore the fact that I could see them. I had to say something, now.

"What about the blood?"
"Blood?" He asked. "Don't be silly-"

"The dried blood that you can't clean from your fingernails, god damnit don't think I haven't realised the strangeness of how you speak, of your anger, of you being there where I found that body. It wasn't just the wrong place at the wrong time Yoongi."

He stared, voice blanking. The emotion leaving his pasty face.

"What if it was me?"

I stared at him, horrified, but there wasn't just dread that overwhelmed me. It was foreign and I couldn't seem to place why I wasn't running away yet. I stuttered, unable to form any relevant words aside from fuck this, I'm moving to Antarctica.

"Even if it was me, no one would believe you, Meiko."

He grabbed my jaw, his hands rough and dominating. He made me stare into his dark brown eyes as he spoke. "I had to do what I had to do."

I faltered, brain spinning. "You're AGUST D, aren't you?" I continued, voice trembling. "you're the murderer."

"I was hoping you wouldn't find out so quickly, my dear."

"You murderer the teacher, the reporter. How many more?" I barked. When he didn't reply as quickly as I wished, I yelled it. "How many more?"

"Too many to count," He whispered. 

Tears brimmed my eyes.  'What did you expect?" He asked. "It's a mafia business."

"Don't touch me," I trembled, slapping his hands away. "and don't expect to see me ever again."

"Oh darling," He whispered. "You're too deep in the mafia now to leave. They already know who you are."

The echo of a shot went off, shaking my body to the core. After the sound, there was a pain, a throbbing, tear biting pain that burned through my stomach. I could hear screaming, angry, horrified screaming, and Yoongi was gone.

Then there was blackness, all around.

- It's been so hard to write, I don't know if I'll ever be able to write for this account unless it's my personal work again. I have a jaw surgery on Tuesday, I'll be in rehab for a long time. This chapter came a little too soon, I know, but it's probably the last chapter, and it was getting clear who Agust D was for Meiko, she couldn't keep ignoring the signs. Now that the mafia has seen her she can't leave now. That was his plan all along, so she wouldn't leave him. Sorry guys xx stay safe.