Pretty Pretty Boyfriend [DISCONTINUED]

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Jungkook left later that afternoon as his parents called him back to his own home. He pressed a chaste kiss upon Yoongi's temple while slowly climbing down the ladder and waltzing along to his own home.

Yoongi woke up at about eight. His face was puffy and red. He puffed his swollen cheeks in slight disappointment when he concluded that his friend wasn't around.

He tossed the pillow that had somehow tracked it's way underneath his head, and looked around the small tree house. The location of the tree house wasn't ideal, it was in the middle of a—forest?

The moonlight was dim behind the curtains, Yoongi pushed the tattered cloth away to reveal more light. He sighed dreamily as he begun to think about the future.

What was his destiny? He brought his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around them as he closed his eyes, the sounds of nocturnal animals; such as owls and some cats—even some unfamiliar woodland creatures were singing a soft lullaby for Yoongi.

His lashes gently tickled his cheeks when they closed, but a wretched sound of a gunshot alerted him. The sound caught him off guard as he rolled slightly from his first position.

The atmosphere grew silent once more as the wind gave a heavy blow. Yoongi carded his hair while watching the glistening moon. He watched it sparkle, it was the 'star' of the show. Everyone looked for the moon. It was beautiful.

Before Yoongi could bask in its presence any longer, the tree swayed
lightly, it was rocking back and forth, with gunshots now firing rapidly.

He looked out of the little window, his hands gently placed upon the windowsill as he looked outside, his eyes scanning every particle to find out what exactly what happening.

He saw a body, that was for sure. Before he could comprehend anything he was shaken from the tree, he lost his footing and toppled over, only to end up on the grass.

Fortunately for him, the tree wasn't all too high and he landed on a little bush. He mentally apologized to the bush before peering around the tree to see what, or who, had been disturbing him.

A male with a mask stood still. A gun in one hand and what appeared to be a broken chainsaw in the other.

He said nothing while he clenched his hands together, the masked predator stood still, and cocked their head to the side.

Yoongi licked his lips while whipping his head around, he felt oddly confused with his current situation. He felt as if he were in some sort of horror movie.

The moon was still shining brightly, the light hovered over Yoongi's pale skin as the amount of shadows decreased. His throat went dry at the thought of death. His opponent could easily shred him apart with his vast amount of weapons. He externally cringed at the thought of being sliced up as his predator stood still, not making a single movement.

"You're a Min, are you not?" The stranger inquired, it was most definitely a male, as his voice was low and husky. Yoongi said nothing as the two stood in silence.

Yoongi felt relaxed all of a sudden, his muscles weren't tense and his hands loosely dropped to his sides, it was a serene state that he was in. Not a single thing could phase him.

The stranger slowly limped his way towards Yoongi while the latter did nothing. Why didn't he run? He could easily escape.

But, something about the stranger just seemed so enticing, something so extraordinaire, that he couldn't bring himself to do anything, other than let himself be manhandled by the stranger.

He felt a squeeze on his arm, a numb one at that. He saw spirals and fluffy clouds made of sugars and sweets, things that weren't normal to be seeing. He hummed lightly at his intoxicated state. His body gently stumbling on the grass and flowers that were about to sprout.

The male ditched his chainsaw and picked up the boy, he pulled out his phone and set the device near Yoongi's mouth, "Do you wanna come with me?"

Yoongi nodded lightly.

"Use your words, babe."

Yoongi giggled into the microphone, "I wanna come with you," he mumbled sleepily as he stretched his limbs before slouching back into the hands of the stranger.

"And, you agree that this is all consensual?"

Yoongi giggled, his hands slowly rising to his thin pink limbs as he gnawed on his nails, "I'm too lazy to remember what that big word means, mister."

"It means you agree that you coming over to my place, with your entire consent."

Yoongi nodded lazily, "Yeah, Yeah, let's just go to your place, okay?" he asked as he pulled his thumb away from his mouth, a light string connected his limb to his face.

The stranger felt a pang of guilt as he heard the innocence laced in the young boy's voice. He grunted before ditching all of his weapons, letting them lie there as he trotted off with the boy in within his grasp. Though he hardly felt any emotion when he was hired to do his dirty work, he felt some sort of feeling tingling in his body.

"You're- Min Yoongi, right?" the voice asked.

The giggling boy grinned, "The one and only," he mused happily while stretching himself out again, he was on the verge of falling off again, until the male swooped down and caught him.

The stranger finally stopped at where he was requested. He sat the boy down on the cement while pressing a code into the door.

The door swung open a dark hallway awaited them as he picked up the boy once again and began venturing down. The boy in his arms was now fast asleep, a stream of spit slowly running down to decorate his sweater in a darker shade.

The stranger ripped off his mask as he handed the boy on over to who had ordered him.

"I can't believe this good for nothing boy thought my beating was going to be the end of it."

Well- in the end I decided on a Dom yoongi, the following events are going to allow him to mature and shit,,,

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