Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

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Hoseok pulled up in front of the slightly worn down apartments, as the tiniest bit of light from the crack of dawn lit up the entire building.

He turned the taxi's engine off and turned his head around.

He looked out the blonde's sleeping figure, contemplating what to do. Should he wake him up? Or should he tell Jimin to come down here?

He opened the back door, Yoongi was laying on the seat, his feet curled up and his rather large hands under his cheek, making them look squishy. Hoseok almost cooed, almost.

"Hey, bubble ass." He poked Yoongi's shoulder, "Wake up, Min." He spoke softly.

Hoseok had a newfound sort-of fondness growing inside him. Well, you wouldn't call it fondness, despite the fact that Hoseok had the extreme urge to squish his cheeks (you can probably guess which cheeks he's talking about). Hoseok just hated Yoongi a little lesser than before.

"Min, wake your bubble ass up." He poked Yoongi, a little harder this time. Yoongi didn't even stir in his sleep.

"Oh my god, what am I supposed to do with this lazy ass whore?"

"Min fucking Yoongi, wake up your dumb dumb bubblegum ass before I shove my gloves down your throat-"

"Huh! I'm awake-" Yoongi snapped awake, he found that Hoseok was literally in front of him, "AAAAH!" He screamed and jumped away from Hoseok but accidentally hit his head on the window.

"Owww!" He gripped his head. "You're so ugly that I almost had a heart attack."

Hoseok fakely pouted, "I have feelings too, you know."

"Nope. Pastry asses don't have feelings." Yoongi grinned, he was in a weirdly cheery mood today. Maybe because he actually slept well that night, or...

Forget it.

"Move your ass, bubblegum." Hoseok grinned, Yoongi's gummy smile was contagious, it wasn't Hoseok's fault. "We're gonna go see my friend."

Yoongi suddenly tensed up, "Are they the one who want to sell me off?"

"No, he just wanted me to return a favour. And that guy is in Seoul, we're in Daegu."

Yoongi's eyes lit up, "Daegu?"

"Yeah." Hoseok watched as Yoongi grew nervous and jittery, "Is there something wrong with Daegu?"

"N-no, uh... is that where your friend lives?" He changed the topic, Hoseok noticing.

He decided to let it slip anyway, "Yeah, get up. He might even have food. Well, of course that fat bitch does." Hoseok smiled fondly, he liked Jimin. He was like an annoying little brother whose innocence was ruined at the age of four.

Yoongi frowned, but at hearing the word 'food', his ears immediately perked up.

Hoseok laughed, "I swear to god, y'all are greedy hoes."

Yoongi scowled at him playfully.

"Okay, come on."

Hoseok and Yoongi stepped out of the car and made their way towards the old apartments. It didn't look like it was full of people, considering the fact that there was dead silence in that area.

Yoongi looked at the overgrown trees and bushes surrounding the gray apartment building as he and Hoseok made their way to the inside.

The insides were exactly like you would imagine an old, worn-out apartment with dirty floors and broken walls. There was a staircase that probably lead to the different floors of the build.