♤Intruders♤ BTSxYoongi au

Chapter 9

Trigger warning: some very disturbing and gory deaths happen in this chapter. If that bothers you... I suggest you don't read this book.
Enjoy :)

"Hey," Jungmin pops his head into the room, "They need me back at the station. We got some eye witnesses for a case and the other police sketch artist is on break. Good luck, I guess."

"Okay, don't out us bro." Jungkook waves his hand. Jungmin salutes playfully before leaving the cottage and back into the city.

"Where's the boy?" Jimin asked after Jungmin left.

"In the closet," Seokjin used his thumb to point behind him.

"He gives major gay vibes so I highly doubt that he's closeted. Either that or he's just closeted and in denial," Taehyung shrugs. Whack! He recieved another slap to the back of his head from Seokjin.

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Jiggling the knob of the closet doors, yoongi frantically attempted opening them, "C'mon! Just fucking open already!" He whisper-shouts. Huffing in defeat, Yoongi juts out his bottom lip and crossed his arms across his chest. Yoongi's back hits an uncomfortable lump on the wall when he leaned back. He shifted so that he faced the wall and traced his long and veiney fingers along the hidden frame. He stood up on his knees and fished in the pocket of a long black trench coat. Slipping his hands in the pockets, his finger eventually skimmed over a steel blade. Having a silent victory, he pulled the jeweled and engraved switchblade out and started scratching the wallpaper around the creases and bumps on the wall.

Tearing the wallpaper away, an old, bark coloured, square door was revealed underneath. Yoongi nudged the door, but it didn't budge. He pushed a little harder, but it still stayed put. With his patience running thin, Yoongi rammed his shoulder into the crusty door and voilà! It busted open with an echoing bang! Yoongi fell onto the floor inside the hidden room with a small oof leaving his mouth.

Inside the secret room, there were stacks and stacks of overflowing boxes. Inside those boxes were memories that Yoongi wished would disappear forever, but no matter how much he suppressed those memories of that horrendous day, they would always lurk in the back of his mind. Yoongi held a framed Polaroid photo in his hand. The photo was taken on the day of the accident. It reminded him of the screams, the fire, the shattered glass, the fear. It reminded him that he killed his family. That he should have been the one to die instead.

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"Happy sweet sixteen, my little Yoonie!" Junki jumped on a sleeping Yoongi and held him in a bone-crushing hug. Yoongi groaned and shifted in his brother's arms so that his face was buried in Junki's chest. Junki whole-heartedly chuckled and stroked his baby brother's fluffy auburn dyed locks.

"It's time to get up sleepy head," Junki softly spoke into the younger's hair. Nuzzling closer, Yoongi shook his head and muffled a "no" into Junki's chest. Junki sighed and executed plan B; tickles. Wiggling his fingers on Yoongi's nape and waist, the younger squirmed and giggled, trying to push Junki's hands away.

"S-stop it!" Yoongi squealed in between giggles. Junki only tickled him harder and that caused yoongi to wiggle off of his bed and land on the floor with a small thud. Luckily, a pearly white faux fur rug protected the young boy from getting hurt. Junki stared down at him from the bed with a cheeky grin on his face. Yoongi pouted back, still on the floor.

"You're out of bed! Let's go get breakfast now," Junki hopped off of Yoongi's bed and helped him up off of the floor. Yoongi wanted to wipe that cheeky grin off of his brother's face so badly, but he decided against it because seeing his family happy, made him happy. The two brothers scrambled down the stairs and to the kitchen, where their parents were preparing breakfast.