Never Better || YOONSEOK

Chapter 2

"Yo!" Chris called out while leading a very confused Yoongi down the multi-colored carpet stairs of what he assumes is her house. Or a friend's, maybe.

  After dealing with Yoongi's constant yelling, she ended up taking Jen's car back to the Alson residence before towing him by the wrist all the way to the other side of town.

  The interior is surprisingly different from the first floor decor. Upstairs, there's a floral pattern living set and dull satin curtains; a normal-looking house around here. The basement, however, had clean white walls and black leather furniture with a chemical smell that matched it's intimidating looks. Yoongi allows himself to be dragged to the long sofa, not totally comprehending anything yet.

  The floors were a dark wood, completely contrasting with the colorful carpet he'd just walked down. There was a coffee table strangely made of... aluminium? It was all a bit strange to Yoongi, who'd only ever known one style. Chris is a city girl. Maybe this is how city folk decorate their homes. The walls were quite high for a basement. It felt like hanging out at the lair of a James Bond film villain.

"What do you want?" a stern voice responded from a separate room Yoongi didn't have a view of. Muffled words were exchanged as he tried his hardest to listen in and get a better idea of where he was. Of course, he was also contemplated why in the hell he let himself be dragged here in the first place. That should be his first question, although he guesses he kind of knows the reason.

  Living the life he lives is simple and safe, but never exactly... fulfilling. There isn't much of anything to look forward to or anything to wonder. There's no sense of fear, anticipation, excitement. Yoongi supposes it's the hundreds of stories he's indulged in throughout his life that give him such a mindset. A mindset that tells him everyday that he won't stay here. That he can't stay here. Call it stupidity, or even insanity, but he needs a little fear in his life if he wants to survive it.

Living like this won't last. It can't.

"Don't be rude, we have a guest!" Chris turned to Yoongi, wiggling her eyebrows. This girl is an actual loony. He thought, once again choosing to remain silent and drown in his thoughts. A grumble escaped his lips at her peppy tone.

"We have a what-" the man burst through the metal door on the other side of the room with a look on his face resembling an angry bull. He was clad in complete black that definitely made Yoongi feel even more like he was in a villain's lair. His black satin shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his toned chest and stomach, Yoongi turning around and coughing at the sight. The pants he wore were high-waisted and held up by a belt made entirely of silver rings. His Frankenstein-like boots were heavy as he walked. His eyes widened the second he laid eyes on Chris' guest.

  He grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her into the room Yoongi hadn't seen, leaving the boy to sit in a state of utter perplexity.

  It was hard to imagine a man like that here. That's likely why Yoongi's never seen him, but still, he can't go without feeling just a tad... confused. Anyone would be, wouldn't they? The strangest looking man he's ever seen with the most intimidating height he's ever seen just burst through a strange door in a strange house he's never gotten a glimpse of.

"What the hell is wrong with you? You know he can't be here yet." the man whisper-shouted at Chris with darkened eyes while she played with the fabric scraps in her hair.

"What, Namjoon?" she giggled. He opened his mouth to scold her before scrunching his eyebrows together instead. The entire atmosphere changed once he came to a realization he wished to rid before his head actually exploded.

"Are you... high?"

"Just a little."

"Chris!" he whined, tugging at the roots of his almond colored hair. She just giggled again, finding his agitation hilarious. What a psycho. Namjoon crossed his arms, staring at the ceiling and nodding to himself. Wonderful.