the boy with the dragon tattoo - yoonmin

chapter seven

"Should we text the others? They're all still here right?"

Yoongi nods at taehyungs question. They had finished up in the gym, and yoongi had considered going back to his studio, but was convinced out of it by a whiny Jimin (and who could say no to a whiny Jimin?) Because the younger had claimed that by trying to force things to happen they would never happen, which was fair advice so yoongi admitted defeat.

"Yeah, I think so." Jeongguk answers, pulling out his phone. "Hobi is in the practice room and Namjoon is in his studio, right? Where's jin again?"

"Vocal studio," yoongi replies. "I'm assuming."

Jeongguk nods, looking down at his phone, and they all leave the gym to stand in the cold hallway as he feels his phone vibrate, Jeongguk was probably texting their group chat to save time.

"Hold up," yoongi mutters, realising something. "I've got to get my bag, be right back." He says, quickly turning away and jogging down the opposite hallway to get back to his studio.

He punches in the code and pushes the door open, grabbing his bag and swinging it over his shoulder after shoving his earphones in. He can't help but brush his fingers over the gun again, making sure it was still there. It was a sort of parting habit, something he hated to admit brought him a sense of peace. Yoongi hated thinking about his past, but couldn't pretend like it wasn't still part of him, even just a little. He just had a hard time distinguishing what part was actually him and what part was his fathers doing. Yoongi shakes his head to try and rid himself of his thoughts, stepping back out into the hallway and listening to his door click shut before he starts walking back the way he came. By the time he's back where he had left there's three more added to the group, and yoongi smiles tiredly as they all make their way to the elevator, not really needing to say much else in greeting.

"How the track go?" Yoongi asks Namjoon as the elevator doors shut and the others all fall into natural conversation.

"Much better after you helped, thanks hyung, by the way," Namjoon admits.

Yoongi nods in understanding but can't help but not believe the youngers words. He didn't think his criticism was much help, because there wasn't much to criticise. Plus, what could he have possibly added to namjoons music? The rapper was a genius. "I didn't do much, to be honest,"

"You added a new perspective though," Namjoon disagrees. "Which is what I needed."

The twos conversation gets cut short as the doors open and all seven of them step into the foyer. Taehyung waves his hands dramatically as he recalls when he fell off the treadmill because of Jeongguk tripping him to Hoseok and Jin. Hoseok laughs loudly when taehyung dramatically re-enacts falling to the floor and jeongguk smacks the back of his head and tells him that's not how it went. Then they get to the front doors and as soon as yoongi steps into the cold evening air his eyes zero in on two figures leant up against a wall, cigarettes pulled between their teeth.

Yoongi freezes mid step and jimin bumps into his back with a small Yelp.

"What the hell, hyung," he admonished, before looking at yoongis wide eyes and following his vision to see the two figures clad in all black, and an uneasy tension fills his gut as he sees yoongis jaw clench almost as if he was in pain.

Yoongi doesn't look away from the two figures even as the man with blue tipped hair tinkers his fingers at him in a barely there wave. Myungdae crosses his arms and nods in a way that suggests yoongi to go over. Yoongi turns to the other six men with a carefully concocted blank face. Fear and irritation sets his nerves ablaze as he clears his throat, he hopes it doesn't show on his face.