(Completed) Officer/Yoonmin

023

Yoongi's past

"Fucker thinks he can mess with us huh!! You got some nerve!!" I laid on the ground, my back twitching every so often as the drunk men with guns continued to kick me.

I couldn't fight back. I had no muscle, no experience, and even if I did, they would just shoot me dead.
Not like that would be that bad, I'm just not ready to die yet.

"The fuck are y'all doing beating up a child?!!"
"B-boss!!"
My eyebrows raised.
Boss?

"I get that you're in a gang, but you don't involve fucking children. You're dead."
"B-but sir he-"
Bang! Bang!

My eyes widened at the sound of gunshots.
"Get up now, don't be afraid, I won't kill you."
I opened my eyes, slowly getting up, wincing and groaning in pain, holding my stomach.

I then stand up fully, facing the man that saved me.
My eyes widened.
He looked no older than me.
He also looked surprised.

"Well damn, you're just fucking short mate. How old ares you ay?"
My eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar accent.
"18. Where are you from?"

"I'm from Korea, but I moved to Australia and then came back."
I only nodded and turned around, ready to book it when he called out to me.

"W-wait!!"
I turned. He looked more nervous than before.
"Would you, maybe, want to join my gang?"
I stared at him.
"You're 'gang'."
I said with quotations.

He looked offended.
"Yes my gang. You obviously don't have anywhere to go and I need new members because of this."

He gestured to the two bodies with his gun.
"So deal?" He asks.
I wait a few seconds, thinking about his suggestion.
"Ok." I said.
He looks happy, because his face visibly brightened and he started to bounce on the balls of his feet.

"What's your name mate?" He asks me.
"Yoongi. Yours?"
"Hoseok."

•••

Four years later ~~~

"Yes, very good Yoongi, I'm so proud of you." Hoseok praised me, as I snorted the cocaine off of his thigh with a rolled up paper.

I pulled back, the effect of the drug hitting me like a fast speeding train.
Pleasure took over my body, making my head fall back, exposing my neck to Hoseok, who smirked at the action.

He leaned forward, grabbing my neck, carefully caressing it as his other hand went down to my crotch.

He started to rub on it, my eyes closed, mouth falling open as my back arched.
He chuckles.

"Feels good doesn't it baby boy..." Hoseok whispers against my ear, slowly pushing his tongue out of his mouth, attaching it to my neck.

He pulls away after he makes a few hickeys, and I slightly moan at the loss of contact.

"Now let's get serious shall we?"

•••

"P-please......please spare me!! I'm innocent!!!" The man under me screamed.
I only smiled down at him, a crazed look in my eyes and on my face, a sharp knife held above my head.

I straddled him, but instead of moaning in pleasure, he shook in fear.
"Oh but I caught you read handed! Don't be a fucking baby, take death like a man!!"

That's when I stabbed him.
He screamed again, but I covered his mouth, firmly pressing on it, feeling the crack of his jaw.

I then continued to stab in his chest, avoiding organs and the heart so that he only feels pain, and doesn't die quickly.

"How does it feel to get the punishment you deserve hmm?"
He didn't answer, as before he could I stabbed him in the heart.

I laughed psychotically, feeling the bliss of killing that Hoseok showed me a year ago.
I got up, feeling proud of myself.
I then turn around to face Hoseok, but instead, I get a punch in the face.

"Fucker!! You were too fucking loud!! I could've gotten caught!!" He said to me angrily.

"Well what about me then?" I ask.
"Like I would care. I could dispose of you anytime." He said cockily while scoffing.

That's when he decided that I should get a beating, right in front of the man that I just killed.

I stared at it while Hoseok kicked and punched me, and then harassed me.
Then and there, I wondered if the sprit of the man felt sympathy for me, as my body jerked every two seconds because of Hoseok.

•••

"I thought you loved me!!" Hoseok screamed at me, anger in his tone and posture.
"I did, before you treated me like I'm just a disposable whore."

"What about the killing? Don't you love it!! The pleasure that you feel as your knife slashes into them over and over!!! My eyes narrowed in disgust as I eyed Hoseok, who was orgasming from pleasure at the thought, a wet stain on his jeans.

"I did, but not anymore. I don't need you, so fuck off!! I never want to look at your face again!!!" I scream, and I hold out my gun, shooting him in his right leg to prevent him from running after me.

He collapses, and I turn and run away, and with each heavy step, I can feel his burning gaze on me.

•••

Sorry for the late update. I've been busy recently. But I'm starting two new books soon when I still have a lot of unfinished ones so yolo 🙃✊

Lynn~~