SORRY BAE | YOONGI

Suiside Squad

BTS'S Base, East Hallway, 5:45 pm

His fingers curled tightly around the sofa, looking down at me with a wide smile.

I stuck up my nose. "The fuck, what up with you? On your manly period huh?".

He groaned, clearly annoyed by me and decided to sit down right across from me; where Jungkook sat seconds ago.

Yoongi cracked his knuckles then his neck. "I can do that too, watch," I shuffled to the side of the sofa and put on a bitch face like he did and cracked my knuckles and stretched.

He deeply sighed. "Can you just fucking sit and be quiet for once?!". His voice echoed through the hallway and I just pouted and sat back in the sofa, twirling around a small pocket knife.

"You know, your not nice at all, also your face is a bit-" "SHUSH!!" I zipped my mouth, trying to keep in a laugh yet his face was stone cold.

"So what did you want, now that you came back to talk to me Yoongi" I said bored.

"I'm putting you out at the line."

My head swiftly turned to face his, dropping the knife from my fingertips with my mouth hung open.

"Your letting me go?"

He rolled his eyes as if it were the stupidest question I ever asked. "No dumbass! I'm letting you go out to your own base and play the role of 'daddies little girl is back' then we gun down your gang".

I look at him with horror. Yes, I hate my father, but there is so many people who are good that shouldn't be slaughtered.

I stood up, my emotions turning from chill to angery.

"What the hell is your problem?! One, I would never do that against my own gang! Two, I don't have no, 'daddy' never did and no family left because you fucking murdered my mom in cold blood!!".

I was practically screaming at this point.

The red anger in my face and chilling aura made him look at me up and down.

"Me? Kill your mom? Where did you get that?" He asked, actually questioning it but didn't change any form of expression.

"You bitch! You remember it too! Your white ass minivan driving away from the scene as my mom laid down on the dirt covered in blood!"

He looked just as perplexed.

Shaking his head he said no. No Y/N, he's lying.

All everyone else ever do is lie.

It's like I'm caught in a lie.

I was fuming. My ears were practically drawing steam from the anger built up in me I never thought I held in.

Yet I controlled it.

I always have to.

I can't be always acting like such a stupid dumb bratty failure of a daughter.

My rage seeped into the palms of my hands as I clamped them together ruffly.

"I-I was 7..." I muttered under my breath.

Yoongi must not have expected me to walk out and down the hallway.

Reaching his hand out before I left, he grabbed onto my wrist. I looked back with a blank face.

"I.. am sorry to hear that but I didn't do that" he said with a sign of sympathy.

The tears pricked the sides of my eyes. "Yeah" is all I could say.