I walk to Yoongi's room and enter. "Would you mind telling me why Jin ran off with a gun?" I say irritated. I watch as he shoots his head up, eyes wide. "I'd say he was pissed." I walk closer as he takes a step back, that's new. "I m-may of made him upset." I look at him curiously. Jin does not get mad easily.
"How so?" he pulls at his sleeves and lightly sways back and forth silently. I run a hand through my hair and sigh. I can feel my blood boil at the silence. I pick Yoongi up and take us to my office.
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There's a knock at my door before it lightly cracks open. "Here's your-" Jin stops in his tracks as he stares at me, well us, I should say. Yoongi didn't want to let go so he's been sitting on my lap for the past couple hours while I read documents.
"-Gun back." he hangs it in its right place. "Now, why the fuck did you waste my bullets?" I can feel myself get angry once more. "It's not my business, I can't say. But just know, I'm going to need to be held back before I murder someone." I look at him un-amused. But this time I know he's telling the truth, whatever or whoever it is will not last much longer on this earth.
"Hoseok, have you ever hit him?" he says as he crosses his arms. "Getting bold aren't we?" I say with a snicker. "I'm serious. Have you or have you not?" I sit up straight as I rub Yoongi's back gently. His snores keeping me from moving to much. "What kind of a question is that? Of course I have not." I send glares his way. He sighs and takes a seat. "I'm gonna kill someone." he mumbles.
"Has he been hit?" is all I think to myself. I look down at his soft features, my blood begins to boil once more.
No one is safe.
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His hostage || Yoonseok ||
FanfictionYoongi has a miserable abusive home life. He pushes through it in hopes of leaving on his 18th birthday. But when he mysteriously disappears without a trace will anybody come looking for him? --- Shortish chapters
