A Pain Of A Disguise

Chapter 13

"Did you hear what happened to him in the bathroom?"

"Yeah, such a drama queen."

"He probably made a scene to get attention."

Blocking the whispers was pointless; it was already created. The mentality of a boy was morphed into something cold. Nothing youth should have, but then again, there were so many in this world who went through something beyond their age.

At the end of the day, age was just a number.

He asked himself through all those whispers and stares: "Should I care?"

His eyes were casted by the shadows of his hair. "What's the use? They treat me like trash, so why should I worry about them? Why should I care about anyone?"

He looked up to see there was no-one - no-one to him. Nobodies who he would never try to understand, because they were nothing but heartless animals.

"He's looking our way." They turned away. "You think he heard us?"

"Who cares? He should learn his place." They snickered, "I say we ignore him to show him that doesn't work here."

"Yeah." He remembered them laughing louder and louder, mocking him. Albeit, he didn't care.

They didn't exist.

They were nobody.

They had no place in his life and neither did anybody else. If it came to push and shove, he would abandon them and lose his humanity like those who didn't treat him as a human. Nor would he dare show humanity towards strangers he did not know, because all of them were the same.

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Yoongi really didn't like this whole flashback-of-your-past dreams. Agitating to say the least and not to mentioned cliché.

Honestly, he never thought the trope actually happened in real life. To the point, knowing it did hadn't made him all the wiser. The brunet didn't like the idea of old memories coming back to him. All the more realistic - all the more vivid everytime he left the memories to float back to him.

He huffed, pushing back his long hair. Not used to the amount of hair - which is mostly done for females - the temperature felt a little more higher. At least the cold night will cool me down. He lazily kicked the blankets off of him.

He'd wished he had gotten a bit of sleep before he started his 'mission'. Though, in return for rewarding his body with rest, it gifted him back with a nightmare. Self care, his foot. He barely even slept half an hour!

Yoongi had finished the preparations for the soon-to-be hectic night. He had put his hair into a ponytail and made his way into the living room with a pen and paper. The piano he owned hadn't - and couldn't - be moved into this small complex, so he had to occupy himself with something he hadn't done in a long time:

Writing songs that he would never be able to share; writing his feelings in a poetic way. It was something he only done in his free time and, other than playing the piano, he done it to calm himself. 

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Ki-hyun told him there would be others coming earlier on. Unfortunately, Ki-hyun was working at the moment. He was an active member of their little crime-fighting company or whatever it was. He didn't bother asking much about it.

Great. I'm going to be breaking into someone's house with complete strangers.

He frowned. "Stalking; level-up," he said, "Let's... get this over with."