Never Better || YOONSEOK

Chapter 8

  Yoongi has always had a knack for observing. It tended to be the source of many of his self-assigned literature projects. Various short stories about imaginary lives blossoming from a simple action or a series of such Watching the people around him, studying the way they lived and moved- it was fascinating.

  Everything that you voluntarily do is a decision. It is a conscious choice you've made in your mind before carrying it out. Whether it be carefully planned or done on impulse, even if only for a second, you've thought about it.

  Keeping that thought on the edge of your mind, by observing these actions, you can discover quite a bit about a person's thought processes.

  For example, the way someone orders a drink. This one's pretty easy, so we'll start with an obvious giveaway. Watch where their eyes travel. If their gaze can be seen frantically scanning the interior of the restaurant, they're likely waiting for a date. If they were to be waiting for a group, the searching is likely to be a bit more relaxed, the brows would be low, and they're more than likely to be moving around in their seat. If the person is not waiting at all, they're probably staring into their cup or following the movement in the streets with dull eyes.

  Anything and everything you perceive is done so from the mind. Your past experiences shape the way you think. Once you actively pay attention to those thoughts and mannerisms, you can tell almost anything about a person.

  So when this strange man randomly arrived at his summer basketball camp with a weapon, it was time to put those observation skills to the test.

  While the man's true intention wasn't entirely revealed to Yoongi by any means, he'd managed to make a few educated assumptions.

  Firstly, he knew that Yoongi would go with him. It was clear that the man was completely confident in what he was doing, but how? Why? Yoongi could see this is many ways. One being that he'd already involved the desk lady without doing her any harm whatsoever. There were so many chances for Yoongi to say something, but he knew he wouldn't. He knew the woman was of no threat.

  There was no waver in his stance. This whole thing had been practiced multiple times, no doubt. He knew exactly what he was doing, how he planned to do so, and exactly when it would take place. Each movement was a part of an operation. A mission. A task. It was bigger than just this man. He looked as though he was reciting a script. Carefully crafted to perfectly execute the kidnapping.

  Which only brought Yoongi to more confusion because why would he want Yoongi? Who does he work for? Why would they go through the trouble of this entire operation for a random high school student from small town America? Exactly. They wouldn't.

  This, among many other small indications, led Yoongi to a general, open conclusion. He wasn't going to be harmed. At least, not purposefully by this man. There was a reason for his removal and if the man were to cause him any damage, he'd have done so already. Whoever watched him, wanted him untouched. That being said, he may not be so safe when they reach whatever destination they're headed towards.

There's no telling where that could be.

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Thirty-eight minutes. That's how long Yoongi has been in the shower.

  Thirty-eight minutes! Jesus Christ, how long does it take to wash your ass? Does the kid not have running water at home?

  Hoseok had considered barging into the bathroom and dragging him out by the hair more than once, but decided against it. He still had his damn respect. Unlike some people. He'd watched the minutes on the small, bedside alarm clock the entire time.

  You know, Hoseok could have barged into the bathroom and dragged him out by the hair if he felt like it. He very well could have broken his jaw in a cold fit of rage if he desired. But he didn't and the kids not even grateful.

  Hoseok was huffing and muttering inaudible curses under his breath, digging around in his leather bag for a shirt.

"Fuck..." he muttered, noticing his dripping wet hair drench the contents of the expensive bag. He could hear the bar of soap in the bathroom fall to the shower floor with a pathetic thud.

Okay, that's it. He's had enough.

"Min fucking Yoongi," he seethed marching up to the oak bathroom door. The sound of the water filled his ears and the cool surface of the door met his skin. Pounded a light fist in the food. "You have thirty seconds to get the hell out of that fucking bathroom before I drag you out. Do you understand?" No response.

  Hoseok was honestly surprised at his own actions. He hadn't yet broken down the door or shot anyone yet, so it was quite the improvement from previous tasks. Believe it or not, he was keeping his temper quite decently.

  The shower shut off a few seconds later and Hoseok hesitantly stepped back from the door, adjusting himself as the boy slightly cracked the door.

"Did you need something?" the fucking nerve of this kid.

"Get your ass out of that bathroom, kid, I'm not waiting all day."

"Could you get me a towel then?" his voice came off so bored. So relaxed. Hoseok gritted his teeth. The boy's bright locks were dripping wet, slicked back so that it was touching the pale skin of his nape. His narrow eyes seemed to bore into Hoseok, no matter how much he wanted to look away.

  He threw a towel in the direction of the cracked door, evoking a small yelp from the boy. "Hurry the fuck up."

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