Through The Scope || Yoonmin

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Yoongi shivered, wrapping his coat around himself tighter. Winter was coming to an end, thankfully, yet it was still absolutely freezing.

There was no snow, just the cold air wrapping itself around the victims who dared themselves to go outside during this time.

Yoongi looked both ways across the road once before he did a small jog to get across the street. Yoongi rubbed his hands together, stepping in line behind a few people.

Looking around, Yoongi noticed the crowds of people lining up behind him, the cars stopping to do the same, people exiting buildings- ah, a new bookstore. He licked his cold lips, making a mental note to check it out later.

This man made the best pretzels in the city. It was a huge thing for everyone who knew about it. If you didn't get one, then you were missing out. Thing is, he only sold them a couple times a year.

Yoongi continued to look around, specifically at the bookstore, till someone's eye caught his attention.

Yoongi stared back at the person, his fingernails digging into his palms in his pockets. Yoongi didn't recognize this man, so it confused him to no end why he was being stared at. Perhaps just an annoying man who is interested in his clothing. Yeah, that had to be it.

Yoongi felt a tap on his shoulder, forcing him to rip his gaze away from the unknown man and to the man behind him.

"Oh! S-sorry!" Yoongi took a few steps forward in line, digging in his pocket to find his wallet. Once he did, he pulled it out and grabbed a few dollars. "Three, please."

The male couldn't help but feel the eyes on him. It not only made him extremely uncomfortable, but paranoid. After everything he had gone through, he was a very paranoid man.

Yoongi handed over the money and grabbed the warm bag of pretzels, the heat transferring to his hands. He was quick to turn on his heel and walk to his apartment building, keeping his head down.

A loud honk startled him, the young male flinching and quickly jumping away from the road, not missing the middle finger the driver gave him. Yoongi scoffed, running across the road and into his building.

Yoongi shut the door to the lobby entrance, going over to the window to look where the man had stood. Eye contact.

Yoongi shrugged off his coat as he slowly walked over to the staircase, passing the elevator. As soon as he was out of sight from the receptionist, he sprinted up the staircase. He passed by many floors till he reached his, which sat on the third.

He held his coat on one arm, holding the brown bag in his hand while he dug in his pocket for his keys, which he found quickly. Yoongi stopped in front of his door, flipping through the numerous keys till he found his home one.

"It's nothing." Yoongi told himself, stepping inside and locking all six different types of locks with a small smile. "Got yourself so paranoid over what? An idiot who stares?" He snorted, rolling his eyes at himself as he dropped his coat on a chair.

Yoongi set the brown bag on his small table before he walked to his room and stopped at his window. Yoongi looked down, scanning the ground for the man.

Gone. Exactly, absolutely nothing to be worried about.

Yoongi shut the curtain, dropping down on his bed with an exaggerated sigh. His eyes lingered on the second drawer of his nightstand, the man having an internal battle with himself.

Finally, he decided to open it. Yoongi grabbed the pistol inside and a few bullets, making quick work to load the gun. Yoongi inhaled, a small smile on his face at the feeling of having a gun in his hand once again. He pointed the gun at the ceiling, cocking the gun and setting it on the top of his nightstand carefully.