ARTFUL Roses ( Suga Ff )

*29

*Yoongi PoV

Inserting the key, I twisted it to start the engine of my motorbike . I sped off to my so called home. It was a warehouse, built especially for trainers and I got a special place over there. Every morning each kid lines up for training which basically included mind blogging and intense physical workout and fighting tatics , but I would just sleep or wander till I get order from Rm.

This kind of exceptional therapy I get , enrages everyone. The entire lads there hate me with all they got . Every time I enter , they would either roll their eyes sarcastically or would diss me behind my back. The maximum respect I would get is they won't cross my way.

Though they loathe me, but never got enough guts to step on me. I am pretty used to these kind of treatment. At the end it is all for y/n.

My phone buzzed, breaking my train of thoughts and my ride. Parking at the side of road, I answered the call.

" Hello".

" Boss needs you here in 10 minutes" The person on other line said nonchalantly, as if disgusted to even speak to me.

" I will be there" I said and ended the call immediately before he does.

Sighing heavily, I started the engine again and rode off.

Endurance, killing and missing only marked my life. It may sound absurd, how someone like me bowing head to one below me. But time changes everything. It could be more like me maintaining tenacity to the changes, rather than giving up my self respect. I stills don't know what Rm wants from me but I need to obey him with gritted teeth. All this was for y/n after all.

Killing become a dime of dozen. Everyday, I would get order to kill atleast a human. As much as my conscience said it is inhumane, I can't help but feel delighted with each throat I slice. The last person on the battle field is like a the luscious desert to a feast which I devor slowly.

Being a monster is not new to me but the doing it for someone's good was making it much palatable. Anything for y/n.

At night, I miss her hugs , her warmth, her kisses, her voice, her everything to an extent that the thought of her drives me crazy. The memories which we shared makes it more difficult to maintain the sanity.

Sometimes I feel like using y/n as an excuse for the inaudible sin I am committing by taking away countless souls. At the end of the day, all these enthusiasm doesn't come free of cost. My drunkik spirit adds value to it.

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I parked my bike near the gates and marched in. Guards bowed to me respectfully. Both hands on pocket, I entered his mansion, briskly . I saw Rm talking with his secretary. He was wearing a leaf green woolen coat with a white t shirt inside and black formal pants .

His attire was damn captivating with those specs on. I couldn't hear them but they were exchanging documents. I didn't bother to interrupt their conversation. I went and stood in front of him. He saw me but didn't care to stop.

They were talking about some business matter. He was examining the transaction sheets in his hands. After a tough survey he handed over it and asked to get down with other procedures. Once his assistant left bowing to both of us, Rm finally gave me attention.

He looked over me and scanned me. I frowned under his uncomfortable gaze.

" You look pale. Wanna grab lunch with me? " He asked me.

Am I dreaming or not dreaming. Is he being nice to me. I managed to have the grim expression though I was damn shocked . My eyes landed on the garden behind him.