Mythical Short Stories 방탄소년단

🍶\|/ Yoongi \|/🍶

🍶The wrong path🍶

Yoongi's POV

I'm done. I quit. That was the last straw they pulled. I have told people so many times to stay away from my equipment, so many times to stay away from my own books. But no. No one listens as usual.

"What the hell do you think it is?! It's blood you idiot!" I yelled angrily, snatching the bottle from Taehyung, who looked at me with horrified eyes. "H-hyung..." "What now?! Isn't it enough that deleted my almost finished track?!" I yelled. I swear I was one finger snap away from snapping.

Namjoon grabbed my shoulders tightly. "Calm down Yoongi hyung! I've never seen you this mad before!" He exclaimed. "That was because I let it go by hunting every time!"

"What do you mean hunting? And why is there blood in the bottle?" Jimin asked yelling. "Are you that stupid?!" I spat. "Tell us what is going on Yoongi, calmly." Jin said softly. I hissed loudly, scaring everyone in the room. "I am not talking about this.. My track, of which I worked months on has been deleted, you broke my computer, and worst of all, you decided to snoop where I told you not to. No one listens to me no matter what I do!" I yelled.

"Hyung, I-" "Shut up! I'm leaving! Goodbye!" I spat angrily, slamming the door shut with a loud 'bang'. I hissed, collecting everything that was important to me, and left. I didn't share one glance with them. They caused this...

It's been a few weeks now, almost a month. I dyed my hair so I wouldn't be as easily recognized, got a few piercings. I basically looked like a different human.

I sighed, watching the news at a tank station store. I bought a package of cigarettes and continued to watch. Yeah I became that kind of person. Honestly, I couldn't care less what happened to the others. I had a good life. I could kill whoever I want, whenever I want. My need for blood was no problem anymore.

"It has been almost a month and the famous rapper Suga from BTS has not returned. The members are worried for his wellbeing and wish for him to come back home. V, who claims to be his best friend, is leaving BTS temporarily to search for him. We are accompanied today by the left over members. Now, RM, as a leader you must be very worried about these two members."

I rolled my eyes seeing Namjoon and the others on screen. Most of them looked worried and scared.

"Not only me, we all are. Suga's goodbye has shocked us, but he never gave us a note if he leaves for good or if he leaves temporarily. I hope that both of them will come back, healthy and alive." Namjoon said lowly, holding an almost crying Jimin.

"And Jimin, V said on earlier news that he described you as his soul mate, how do you feel about his goodbye?"

I groaned. "Can you turn the channel. I don't have to see those pathetic faces." I hissed lowly. The cashier looked at me confused but nodded, changing the channel. I sighed. I was popular on the news. It's been 3 weeks! Get over it! Find a new Suga or AgustD!

I walked outside, lighting my cigarette, walking towards my car. Why would Taehyung of all people look for me? I thought he loved Jimin anyway.

I scoffed at the thought. Who am I kidding? News is all fake. I sighed deeply, waiting for my car to fill up with gasoline, when I got pulled back. I hissed and pushed the person off me. "What the hell do you want..?" I hissed lowly.

The unknown man chuckled. "My, my. If I wasn't right. It's Suga." He smirked. I hissed. "I was Suga. Now I'm no one. Leave while you still can.." The man chuckled. "Why? I can ask money for your life. Knowing BigHit, they'll hand over what I want.."

I hissed. "Try to catch me.. You won't be getting out alive.." The man tilted his head. "And I thought you were the nice one." "I changed. For the better." I hissed, grabbing hid throat tightly, lifting him with ease.