Thanks For Hell

Yoongi screams in pure agony. His mind not registering anything that's happening after he felt the spray of liquid enter every hole in his face.

"Can you be quiet, there is literally nothing wrong with your face." Taehyung deadpans taking a look at the twos surrounding.

"YOU! You fucking sprayed me in the face!" Yoongi swung around to face the culprit, after realizing he actually was 100% physically fine.

"Yeah I did, but somehow you are perfectly fine and my pepper spray is left unused."Taehyung said puzzled, having no fucking clue what was going on.

"I also just realized my phone is gone, and I also have no fucking clue where we are right now."Taehyung adds quietly standing up in the dirty alley he arrived here in.

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Taehyung didn't know how he got into this mess. One moment he was walking from his friend's house an the next minute he was calling 911.

Yoongi needs money, bad. At this point in his life he'll do anything to get it, even beg. So when he sees a person walking home in the middle of the night, Yoongi might take his chances.

Yoongi should have been almost dead on the street. Taehyung should be in at home. But one things for sure. They both didn't expect to be almost killed by a wanted serial killer in 1960.