I spit in the sink, washing it down with water as I put my toothbrush back in it's cup. I discreetly smelling my breath with my hand over my mouth and breathing in through my nose, concluding my breath now smells good. Today felt like a lazy day, but I know I can't do that.
Sighing, I study myself in the mirror. I had put Jimin's clothes back on after a shower yesterday. I'm still wearing them. They're warm. I slip the hoodie off myself, something that doesn't feel so foreign anymore, and get up close to the old mirror. I have large bags under my eyes, a few pimples, toothpaste in the corner of my mouth. I wipe that off as I sigh again. I look back towards my bed longingly, knowing I won't be able to be there for a day or two.
I slip off my clothes as I walk back to my cupboard. I need to wear new ones so I can put them in the laundry and wear them tomorrow. I slip on an old pair of jeans and a large hoodie, almost as big as Jimin's. Opening up the draw to my shoes, to my surprise I find my school phone. "Thank god you left it here and just took your burner phone Yoongi." I praise myself a so slip the phone into my pocket a so take out a pair of black sneakers.
The door creaks open as I tie my sneakers. The ginger man has finally woken up. "What are ye doin' in the we hours? It's bloody four in the nighttime!" He says groggily as he rubs his eyes. "It's not like you've ever gotten up at this time besides, it's only an hour before you get up anyways." I roll my eyes as I stand up, my clothes from yesterday in my hands. "Doesn't mean it's not too early to be makin' noise." He grumbles our the door.
I follow him, making a detour to put my clothes in the washing machine. "Go back to bed then you oaf." I say down the corridor. "I'm leaving now. Be back soon. Maybe." I head out the door, closing it behind me as I carefully get down the stairs. My body does not want to cooperate today.
"The stupid wimp. I know he had some battle scars. Wish he'd talk to me. His wounds will open up if he's not careful." I grumble, pushing ginger hair out of my face as I go back to bed.
Getting out of the train, I trail back to where I dumped my clothes into the trash can. I find the old bloodied clothes. The bins really don't get emptied that often do they. Sweeping through all the pockets to no avail. I groan in pain and anger. Did McCoffin take my bloody phone when I was betrayed? Or did he take it out of the bin? Who cares I just need to find that motherfucker.
I pick my phone out of my pocket, getting ready to call someone when an unfamiliar missed call catches my attention. I press the missed call and bring it to my ear. It rings twice before a voice answers on the other side.
"Hello?"
"How did you find my number, who are you?"
"O-oh it's you Yoongi! We actually tried to call you before you, what happened in the jewellery store. Oh, it's Jeongguk by the way." Excited voices ring in the background, I can barely make out Jeongguk's.
"Put it on speaker!""okay, okay just shut up."
"Delete my number, don't talk to me. At all. I thought we discussed this."
"Oh come on don't be like that! We went all the way to get your number! We even snuck into the-" the line ends as I type in a familiar number waiting for it to ring. Scanning my surroundings for the jewellery shop I was trapped in to find police tape around the familiar building. "Fuck I was too late.". My strides become longer and angrier as I head back towards the train station.
"Hello this is Raymond."
"I didn't fucking runaway dickhead. Although I should have."
"Why aren't you using your burner phone? I was just texting you-"
"Well it's not fucking me. Don't tell McCoffin anything. Fortier is McCoffin's son. And you paired me up with a traitor."
"Get here now. The training centre is a wreck."
"That's what I'm doing shithead." I hang up as I step into the train, sitting down in the almost empty train. I sigh as I lean into my chair. "Today's gonna be a long day."
"Save his number Jeongguk! Give it to me."
"Okay, okay. I know... I was going to do it anyways." Jeongguk saves the number as 'Yoongi ;)', sending the number to the group chat before turning towards his group. "Now does anyone want to have a guess why he called us at five in the morning?"
"He usually wakes up at that time?" Taehyung suggests.
"Judging by the way he slapped my hand yesterday, I think he likes his sleep." Hoseok concludes, denying his answer.
"He has an alarm?" Seokjin joins the conversation.
"But for what reason?"
"He had something planned."
"But he shouldn't be moving, he should be in bed resting!"
"Exactly."
"We should go out and find him." Namjoon says, looking to the group for confirmation as they nod. But where would he be?
I enter the old building, seeing less duplicates of Eddie and more chaotic and saddened eyes as they gossip to each other viciously instead of training. Word really does get around. Widened eyes look at me in shock as they gossip even harder to their companions. Soon every head is turned my way in shock. "While you fuckwits were gossiping your head of like clicking chickens, I was fighting a fucking traitor. Get your arses in gear or I'll shove my foot so far up your arse I'll do the work for you. And no, I didn't run away." They immediately get back to training, there eyes never meeting mine as I stomp into the elevator, punching the button to Raymond's floor.
"Scooch your cooch." The man in my seat immediately moved over, gawking at me a so sat across from Raymond. "I'll have to meet up with you again. This is an urgent matter." The man speaks to the latter as he gets his leaves. I chuck my feet up on the table, resting my hands behind my head as I speak. "I told you not to pair me up with anyone."
"Lets get to solving the problem instead of blaming others." He says, knowing he was in the wrong. "Well Marcus Fortier is McCoffin's Dad, not even sure if Marcus is his real name. Well while you guys were freaking out about my 'run away' syndrome, I was getting tortured in a jewellery shop basement. Police were there already so I couldn't grab my phone. McCoffin took the phone and has been texting you."
"When did you get kidnapped?"
"The day I started with that dick."
"Oof, long time. Are you okay?"
"Aside from being water boarded, cut open like cake, and being 'punished' for swearing, I don't know what kinky shit that guy was into, I'm as good as new. Oh and some bullet wounds."
"You need to be checked out at the medical wing. How are you even standing right now?" I shake my head at his statement. "Stop worrying about me, I'm fine.... I treated myself. We need to worry about the situation at hand."
"Just because you treated it yourself, doesn't mean it's good, Ace. Let the nurses treat you properly." He starts to stand up but I get up quicker.
"No, I'm fine. I'll deal with the situation myself and kill both those suckers. They're not just burglars, they're fucking torturers and kidnapped me." I storm out the room, my anger fuming once again at that man. "Bloody idiot." I mumble as I punch the bottom floor button. I didn't notice the other person in the elevator until they tried to shuffle inconspicuously into the corner. It was a newbie, you could tell from a first glance. He was around my age, maybe a year older. "I'm not gonna kill ya. Calm down. If you can't handle a mean man, you shouldn't have come here."
The boys features soften significantly, the colour coming back to his face as he calms down, "Sorry, I'll try harder."
"Damn straight... here." I pass him the jet black knife. "You need a weapon at all times." I mumble, subtly reminding myself I need more weapons. His face lightens up as he grabs it, his hand brushing mine. I retract it quickly, the knife was getting kind of blunt anyways. The doors soon open as I make a B line towards the weapons room. Opening the door, I find no one, just me and the stacks of different weapons on the walls and tables.
I walk through, scanning the different objects, my eyes trail towards the close combat weapons like knifes. Little daggers you can hide in a shoe, machetes, even a katana. I take down a few small daggers, hiding two of them in my shoes. I grab another black hunting knife. Bayonet military, 13" to be exact. I put it on my pocket. I walk towards the guns, taking the most tactical. Grabbing the glock 19 and hiding it in my jeans.
I write down what weapons I took before I put it in the sender to the people to replace the weapons, taking my leave afterwards. Walking down the hallway to the main entrance, seeing everyone training like they should be. I nod at this.
I walk out the train station, seeing students everywhere. Maybe I should have taken a later train. It is school today. I put hoodie down further before my phone buzzes. I pull it out seeing a text from 'the shits from school'. I open the text.
You better not be at school today
Wasn't planning on it.
Good
I roll my eyes at the stupid kids on the other side. "Yoongi?" I groan at the familiar voice. "Don't talk to me! Didn't I tell you this?!" I whisper yell at the group in front of me. Why are they all here? School is the other way. "You need to go to school." Seokjin says, reaching for me but I step away from his grasp. "Don't touch me. I'm too busy for school." Jeongguk frowns, "But you'll be expelled for too many days off."
"Let them."
Taehyung sighs. "Please Yoongi. Just go. Even if it's just today. It's better than nothing." I sigh, contemplating his plead. I really need to find McCoffin, and school is going to stop that. But I do need to stop for a bit, I'm getting sore. Unless...
"Fine."
"Good. We can take you."
"No. I'll be seen with you, this is bad enough. And it's too squishy I hate being in the car."
"You would be late if you walked. At least take the bus."
"I can't, don't have enough money."
"Here." Seokjin reaches into his pocket, pulling out a wallet.
"No, I'm not taking your money."
"Well then, Jimin, Taehyung, Jeongguk. Time for the bus." Seokjin says trying to make it sound exciting as the boys groan. "Why do I have to go on the bus?" Jeongguk whines, as Taehyung coughs, "We". Seokjin sighs. "Do it for Yoongi, he doesn't need to be expelled because you guys didn't want to get on a bus." The groan but take Seokjin's money anyways and heads for the nearest bus stop. The man faces towards me, smiling. "Shall we?" We head towards his car, which was only a few feet away. Seokjin gets intot he drivers seat as Namjoon sits next to him and Hoseok in the back, a spare seat between him and I. I hope they realise I don't have a bag or any books. I slink back into the chair, the lack of sleep clawing at my eyes. I doze in and out of consciousness, until my eyes fully close.