Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단 PART 2

[| Taehyung |]

[|Zombie Party|TaeGi|]

"Z-Z-ZOMBIE!"

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Yoongi sighs deeply, ignoring his partner in crime's complaining. Hoseok keeps whining about how dirty the passageway is and if they couldn't have just gone in through the back door.

The house they were robbing was abandoned for years, but too famous to break down.

The people who lived there were rich. Money practically grew on trees with them back in the day. 1898, Yoongi thinks was the day that the people died.

There was a horrible plague, that sadly reached them as well.

Although, for Yoongi he was glad. He could be rich if he caught the treasures of money, jewelry, all that stuff.

"Shut up, Hoseok." He snarls angrily. "We're criminals! They'd know if we use the back door!"

"No one's been here for centuries, hyung." Hoseok snarls. "My ass is going to get dirty!"

"Don't complain about your ass, I'm the one looking at it!"

"I know. You have that blessing."

Yoongi rolls his eyes at Hoseok's selfish reply. Sometimes he wishes he could just... strangle him.

Finally the two reach the inside of the house.

It reeks of rotten food and the dead wood inside. Furniture is broken, ripped, blood staining the floor and carpet.

Hoseok's first thought is disgusting.

Yoongi's first thought is suspicious...

He kneels down near the puddle of blood, carefully tracing it with his finger.

It's still wet... and fresh...

"Someone's either in the house, or was in the house..." Yoongi says lowly, voice in a quiet whisper.

"What makes you think that?" Hoseok sighs.

"The blood is fresh. Someone died here today."

Hoseok rolls his eyes. "It's a murder house! Of course it is-"

Both men look up at each other in pure fear when they hear something fall over. It shatters, echoing through the room.

"Who... Who are you?"

The men tense up, immediately turning to the deep voice. Yoongi's feared expression softens, observing the male in front of them.

He wears a dirty, blood-stained ripped shirt, pants that have been ripped and stained with dirt. They smell like they haven't been washed in ages.

There are stains of dust and black mud over his face from the shadow where he's in slightly.

His dirty strangled and knotted dark brown hair is all over the place, his chocolate eyes hooded with suspicion and an unknown emotion Yoongi can't read.

"Who are you?!" Hoseok shrieks. "This house should have been empty! You look like you've been here for years!"

The boy tilts his head and sighs deeply. Hoseok almost hurls over from the rotting smell, whilst Yoongi keeps his calm.

"We were here to rob the place. If you don't mind." He growls, kindly pushing past him to walk up the large stairs, Hoseok quickly follows him.

The boy tilts his head, following them as well. His footsteps are silent, hand latching onto Yoongi's shoulder.