Colors (Part 2) [Min Yoongi x Reader]
Genre : Mafia/gang AU (M)
Part 2: Mint
Why is it so cold out here? Why does my bed feel so cold?
Wait, this doesn’t feel like my bed. I’m not in my bed. It feels like I’m on the cold, hard ground. What is happening?
I hear something. Someone… Someone is talking. What are they talking about? Are they talking about me? I see figures floating in a distance. Who are these people? Are they even real? Maybe I’m just dreaming. I’m dreaming. I’ll wake up soon.
Then I see a head floating in front of me. Looking at me. He’s saying something I can’t make out. His face is blurry. I only see his hair, his mint green hair. Such a pretty color. Who is he?
I hear a loud “THUD!” Like when something hard hits the human flesh or Like when someone gets punched really badly and then a loud scream! Someone was crying out in agony. And that’s when I realized, this isn’t a dream. I’m on the cold hard ground. I’m still in the playground where Yungjae tried to chock the life out of me. I opened my eyes slowly and tried to move my neck a bit but everything hurt like hell. I tried to move a little but then suddenly, there was a hand waving in front of me.
“Oh look who’s awake!” someone said in a shrilled pitch. “Wakey wakey precious” the person said again this time in a very joyful manner.
I looked up and saw a man standing in front of me. He had a big smile. Almost too big for his face. Though it was a pretty smile. But it wasn’t the beautiful smile that caught my attention. It was the blood. On his hands, the hand he was waving in front of me 2 seconds ago was smeared with blood. Not his blood. He had blood on his knuckles too.
The man looked at me again, still wearing his pretty smile “You woke up on the right time! I wouldn’t want you to miss the show” He said while pointing somewhere. I followed his finger and saw what was happening.
They were 3 men. One was tightly gripping Yungjae’s hair from the back. Another one standing in front of him. He had an aluminum baseball bat in his hand. And the third one, the third one was standing a little far away from them. both His hands tucked nicely inside his coats pocket. He was the one with the pretty green hair. He was staring at Yungjae with a strange bored look on his face. And Yungjae, He was crying and pleading. His face was a bloody mess. His one hand looked limp. It looked broken. His jacket, the expensive one, the one which was more important than my pathetic life was on the ground ripped to shreds. And I wondered, is this some kind of revenge they’re taking for ‘me’? Are they really looking out for me? I didn’t understand why they were doing this to Yungjae. To me, these people didn’t look like the “savior” type.
And then The green haired man said something to the man with the baseball bat, the man smirked a little before moving the bat up to his shoulder and bringing it down to Yungjae’s stomach with so much strength Yungjae fell to the ground. He was coughing up blood now and I gasped audibly.
The one with the green hair was now looking directly at me. His head tilted a little as he kept gazing at me from a distance. He had no expressions on his face so it was hard to tell what he was thinking. The man kept staring at me for a while and then broke the gaze and looked at the man standing beside me, the smiling one. Then he looked at me again. The smiling man looked down on me only this time he wasn’t smiling. I started to back paddle and the man started walking towards me. “Boss is calling you precious!”
In a blink of an eye his hand was grabbing the back of my neck tightly as he made me stand up and dragged me towards the green haired man. Maybe it was just instincts, I started to scream and claw at his hands. I shook my head furiously to wriggle free from his grip but his grip just got tighter.
“This one is wild. I guess Jiminie was right after all!” said the man before throwing me on the ground towards the green haired man. ‘Jiminie’ that name sounded so familiar.
I was beside the bruised and beaten Yungjae now. I looked at him and kept thinking “are they gonna do this to me too?”
a hand gripped my arm tightly and pulled me up. I was face to face with the Green haired one.
I stood there with my head held high. I decided to be brave just for once, I thought if I showed a little courage maybe they’ll let me off easily or just kill me directly. I won’t have to suffer like Yungjae. So I stood there and stared directly at him . i knew even if I die today I won’t go crying and pleading for my life.
After staring intently at me for some time, the one with the green hair finally spoke .
“What’s your name?” He asked with his head tilting a bit. He still had that look, the disinterested look, the one that clearly said he didn’t give two shits about your life.
“Y/N” I told him without any hitch.
“What’s your relation to him?” He asked while pointing at the half conscious Yungjae beside me. I turned to my right and saw him writhing in pain. I wanted to feel sorry for him but then I remembered he’s the reason why I’m here. He deserves it.
“He asked me out on a date” I said turning to look at man again.
“Date?” the man said with a very condescending smirk. Why was he smiling like that?
“What’s so funny about it? It was just a date” I blurted . And instantly regretted it when his smile disappeared and his facial expression changed into a scowl.
I started apologizing “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-“and before I could finish I heard a ‘click’ and there it was.
Pointed Right between my eyes.
A little pressure on the finger and I would be gone forever. No trace of me will ever be found. Maybe they’ll throw me in some river with Yungjae. if they’re kind enough they would choose to bury me somewhere. I wasn’t scared of death. But scared of the fact that nobody will ever know anything about what happened to me and nobody would care. So I stood there without flinching even a muscle. Waiting for my end .So this is how I die I thought..
But to my surprise he removed the gun from my face and smiled a little. It wasn’t the condescending smirk he had given me earlier but a real smile.
“You’re brave. But you know what they say..” He said while placing the gun back in his coat pocket. “Brave gets you killed” and with that he turned towards Yungjae.
“I wanted my money back. Instead you brought me ‘her’. I shouldn’t even think twice before putting a bullet in your thick skull”
“Please yoongi.. I don’t have any money..That’s why I brought her–”
“And what the fuck am I supposed to do with her” I could tell from his tone he was angry. It didn’t show on his face but I could tell.
“Whatever the fuck you want” Yungjae said with a bloody grin. I wanted kick that ugly grin of his face.
So that was his plan all along. He was in debt so he tried to sell me to this gang. And I was stupid enough to fall for the whole date thing.
Yoongi crouched down in front of Youngjae and talked to him:
“You really don’t have any money, do you? “He asked Yungjae while fixing his shirts collar.
“I don’t have shit Yoongi. Please” He pleaded again.
“Where did you spend all that money and don’t lie to me?” he was staring at Yungjae with a very empathetic look. Like he almost felt bad for him.
“I .. I gambled it. It was drugs and girls.” Yungjae looked like he was about to cry now.
“So you lied to us when you said you needed money for your mothers medical bill”
“Yoongi.. I” he was cut off by Yoongi again
“And you lied to us when you said you wanted money for rent. That was all bullcrap! Instead you brought yourself shit load of expensive clothes.” Yoongi pointed at the shredded jacket lying there while still staring at Yungjae.
Yungjae didn’t say anything this time.
“And you thought you could get away with it so easily..”
And then Yoongi got up and put his hands back in his pocket again. And sighed a little.
“You lied to us and you wasted my whole day..” Yoongi said tiredly.
“Please yoongi.. give me a little time. I’ll make it up to you.I promise.” Yungjae pleaded in a broken tone. Like he would cry any minute now.
Yoongi gave out a long ‘sigh’ this time and closed his eyes and for a moment I thought he was really going give Yungjae one last chance. That maybe we’ll both get to go home and I could forget everything that happened here on this night..maybe, i they’ll let me go home and this nightmare would end.
But then Yoongi opened his eyes and said only one word
Before taking out his gun and shooting Yungjae right between his eyes.
A loud ‘BOOM!’ And His lifeless body fell on my feet. For half a second I couldn’t contemplate what had just happened. There was a hollow ringing in my ears. I Looked down and his eyes were wide open and single bullet wound between his brows. Blood was everywhere. My shoes started to get soaked with blood. the ground started to move so fast beneath my feet and i fell backwards and landed on my behind wanted to scream but nothing came out. I started gagging but nothing came out since I hadn’t eaten anything. I wanted something to happen. I wanted the world to stop spinning. I wanted the ‘ringing’ noise in my ears to stop. But truly in that moment I just truly wanted to ‘die’.
“What should we do with her?” I heard the smiling man ask Yoongi. “Should we kill her?” the man said again while cleaning the blood off his hands.
“That Yungjae gave her to us as a payment.. So we’ll take her as a payment” Yoongi said without even looking at me.
“What are we going to do with her anyways?We don’t deal in that kind trafficking business. Anyways, Look at her. She’s useless! Just put an end to her misery..” smiling man said. For once I agreed with whatever he was saying.
Please kill me.
“Now you’re going to decide what we should and shouldn’t do? You’re a henchman Hoseok. Don’t try to be more than that-” Yoongi said as he walked past ‘Hoseok’.
Name or no name they all looked like monsters to me.
Just before leaving Yoongi turned around and said “Get rid of that body and tell jimin to call someone to clean all that blood off. We don’t want kids to see all that shit tomorrow ” with that he left.
And again I was lifted off by my arm and dragged by the one called Hoseok. Somewhere. I didn’t know where. I didn’t care.
Turns out it was the dim alley he was taking me to. Maybe he was taking me home. Just maybe.
He took me to the place where I had seen that ‘Jimin’ guy the first time, to the place where Yungjae had told me to wait. To the place where it had all started.
I remembered all that as he shoved me in the back seat of the black Toyota.