Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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Yoongi awoke.

Ah, it was finally morning. What a terrible dream.

He had dreamt that he had been kidnapped by this psychotic guy named Hoseok and was on his way to Seoul so he could be transported to some slave camp.

Weird, right?

Yoongi opened his eyelids, heavy from sleep. He felt his Seokjin's comforting arms wrapped around his waist. He really had to stop falling asleep in Seokjin's room, he almost never slept in his own room nowadays.

"Mhm." He mumbled, nuzzling his face against the nape of Seokjin's neck. Yoongi's legs were tangled into the elder's, like his fucking earphones.

Yoongi inhaled the comforting scent and sighed.

"Hyuckie..." The latter muttered in his sleep, hugging Yoongi tighter.

Wait...

What?

Who's Hyuckie?

And wait...

Yoongi's made their hands to where Seokjin's shoulders hopefully were. They weren't broad. Seokjin's shoulder are the fucking Golden Gate bridge, if these weren't his shoulders then whose were they?

Yoongi was snapped awake.

Instead of Seokjin beside him, he saw... Hoseok...?

"AAAAAAAAAH!" Yoongi screamed, falling off the bed and landing on his ass. He felt a sharp pain pang his head, throbbing intensely. "OW! MY HEAD!"

Hoseok immediately jolted awake and screamed too. "AAAAAAAAAH! WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"WHAT THE FUCK? I WASN'T DREAMING WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" Yoongi realized that he had been cuddling into Hoseok, his own fucking kidnapper. His face turned red,"WHAT THE FUCK? WHY WERE YOU FUCKING CUDDLING ME AND WHY THE FUCK WAS I SLEEPING NEXT TO YOU?! YOU SICK PERVERTED BITC-"

"I'M NOT A PERVERTED BITCH. THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU ASSHOLE! YOU WERE THE ONE WHO WAS BEGGING FOR IT!"
Hoseok yelled, his ears glowing red. "Me want huggie! Any of that shit ring a fucking bell?!"

Yoongi recalled something. It was hazy, though. "I don't fucking care! Just tell me why the fuck I was cuddling you!" His cheeks were redder than tomatos, same for Hoseok.

"You were crying for it, bitch!" Hoseok screeched, "AHH! Whatever! I'm gonna go, this is so fucking weird!" Hoseok rushed out of the room, and locked himself in the bathroom. He needed a minute to think.

Yoongi was left there with a pounding headache, a probably sore ass (Not that. You perverted fucks-), and heated cheeks. He got up from the floor, if he hadn't been dreaming about this entire thing, that meant Jimin was probably here too.

He stood up from the floor, his head feeling like someone had thrown a brick on it and then ran it over by a truck, and made his way towards the living room, where Jimin hopefully was. Yoongi was still flustered about the fact that he- obviously didn't want to- enjoyed cuddling into Hoseok inhaling his scent, feeling protected-

AHHH!

WHAT THE FUCK-

"Oh hey, hyung." Jimin greeted, he was sitting on the floor, his back resting against the couch. He was wearing a pair of golden-rimmed glasses, and seemed to be working on his laptop. "You're up... quite early. How are you?"

"I-I have a fucking terrible headache. What happened yesterday?" Yoongi asked, Jimin noticing his red cheeks.

"Oh, well... um... I tried to stop you but um..."

"W-what?" Yoongi's expression turned into shock, "Did you drug me or something? Oh my god! What if you or Hoseok bitch raped me-"

"What? No- even we wouldn't go that low, don't worry." Jimin assured, "You uh.. kinda drank all of my wine supply. And damn, you're a fucking clingy drunk, hyung."

Yoongi blushed, "Uh... What do you mean, 'clingy'?" He questioned.

"Let's just say, you started crying when Hoseok hyung didn't agree to cuddle with you." Jimin pursed his lips.

What?

He... cried to cuddle Hoseok? The fuck?

Yoongi couldn't even bring himself to think straight. Atleast not until his fucking headache cleared out.

"Do you have any painkillers? Please, I need them." Yoongi breathed out, clutching his forehead.

"Oh, of course." Jimin didn't know why he wanted to help him, even though he wasn't supposed to. What he should've been doing is probably having fun torturing Yoongi or something, but he couldn't do that. "Here." He handed him the painkillers, and a glass of water to swallow them down.

Yoongi popped it into his mouth and swallowed the pill. The headache would hopefully dissappear soon. "Thanks."

"No problem." Jimin replied, before going back to his laptop.

Yoongi stood there awkwardly, thinking about all the events during that terrible week. He had been kidnapped, he had crashed two cars, almost been choked to death by a serial killer, and he would never see Seokjin again.

He would never see Seokjin again.

Fuck, there come the fucking tears.

Yoongi frantically wiped his tears, he couldn't let himself cry. He would just seem even weaker than before. Yoongi accidentally let out a soft sob. Jimin heard him.

"Hyung?" He looked at him, "Oh, don't cry, please." He got up and patted Yoongi's back as he tried to muffle his pathetic sobs into his hand.

He sniffled, Jimin rubbing awkward circles onto his back. "I'm so fucking weak. Everything I've ever done, ever since the start of this shit was cry."

Jimin hummed, "You're not weak, hyung."

"You're saying that just to make me feel better." Yoongi spoke, "I'm older than you, I know. I know that I'm weak."

Jimin sighed, the tension in the room was broken by Hoseok walking in. Yoongi turning red, he didn't want to. He hated Hoseok, he was the cause of all of this trouble he had to go through. If it weren't for him, he would probably be back home.

He would be back home, where he wasn't allowed to do anything. He would be back home, where the only company he had were Seokjin and his horrible family.

If it weren't for Hoseok, he would've never been able to get out and experience the world. Even if it were just a slight glimpse of it.

"U-um hey." Hoseok stuttered. "G-go get cleaned up. Jimin, I need to t-talk to you about something." Hoseok seemed nervous.

Yoongi glanced at him and then at Jimin. He took the silence as a cue to leave. Of course, he was stupid to ever think either Jimin or Hoseok were his friends.

That was just dumb.

He didn't have anyone to trust, nobody trusted him and he needed to find a way to get out of this place.

He didn't know why he hadn't tried to escape before. He wouldn't admit it but he had been starting to like Jimin... and maybe, Hoseok too.

But he couldn't. It was wrong to even think of having criminals as his friends.

Yoongi nodded, a few tears couldn't help but fall down his cheeks as he made his way to the bathroom.

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a/n:

I don't really have anything to say today besides..

yolo.