"When you find how hard it is to get through a day, keep feeling like the "control" beat, keep downloading it, every single day is a repetition of ctrl+c, ctrl+v..."

~Tomorrow-BTS

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"What are you doing!?" she screamed, hardly understandable, the way she was screeching.

Yoongi opened one eye and looked at her lazily, then opened the other eye. She was only wearing a deep purple towel wrapped tightly around her torso, and seeing him looking, her face turned crimson from blood rushing to her face.

He'd seen her around school, her short boy-ish haircut, and her round face. He couldn't say he paid much attention to her. He'd definitely never talked with her, she always seemed to involved with her violin, or a book, or that weird game she'd play where she took off all the erasers in pencils. Everyone said to stay away from her, but people said shit all the time, that was nothing new.

Her mouth opened, looking like it was between screaming and just staying quiet, but then she just went ahead and screamed, "H-Help! There's a--."

Yoongi got up and put a hand over her mouth, the other hand gripping her shoulder tight to stop her from running away. "Shut the hell up, you're not supposed to be here on a weekend either, bitch."

She got quiet, looking sheepish, and Yoongi pushed her out of the way and walked past her leaving her to figure out whatever it was she was going to do as he went through the maze of lockers and benches--this time fully illuminated so he didn't trip and bust his ass-- out to the door.

The school was quiet, the door squeaking on it's hinges echoing through the halls along with his footsteps.

If he remembered correctly there were a few things in his locker that he could use, maybe a few thousand won besides the 5,000 he had in his pocket. I'm already hungry, damn it.

He paused mid-step, he heard another set of footsteps behind him, sounding like boots clomping, and they stopped when he stopped, for a moment, he felt his blood go cold, then he looked over his shoulder, and sighed deeply.

"Why the hell are you following me? Go home." Yoongi said, annoyed already.

The girl from before had thrown a dress on, the thing black, red, and green striped and stopping at her knees. On her feet were big winter boots, even though it wasn't even remotely winter. On her back a small backpack of a floral pattern, and her short hair looked all swept and messy across her forehead.

They spent an uncomfortable moment where Yoongi just looked at her, waiting for her to leave, but she just stared back.It was strange, how blank of a look she was giving him, but he blew it off and kept walking down the hallway, and when he listened, he didn't hear her following, which he was glad for, but he still looked over his shoulder anyway.

She was standing in the same place.This girl is crazy, oh my god. Probably some psycho-chainsaw-murderer in her free time.

He looked at her for another second, seeing if she'd move and stop staring, then continued on, looking for his locker, which was going to be on the other side of the school from the girl's locker room.

He could say that everyone was right when they said stay away from her. But right now, getting as far away from his mother as possible was all he could concentrate on.

His mother would beat him when she found him, she may have wanted him out of the house, but she'd demand he pay for what he burned, and she'd demand through the blows of a steel bat, just like she always did. She'd be furious.

She'd never loved him, that much was obvious, something like 'love' wouldn't stop her from beating him bloody.

I'm glad I left, I'm scared, but I'm out, I'll just have to make it work.

When he got to his locker, he took out any money he had in there, which wasn't much, only 6,000 won. He wondered how far he could get with that, probably not far. He felt a shiver go through him, and realized his hands were shaking as he stuffed the money in his pocket.

He licked his lips and closed his eyes, Stop being so goddamn weak, Yoongi, you've got to do this, you have to...

"Yoongi-Sunbae..."

He jumped, looking over his shoulder quick to see that girl again. "Are you a fucking ghost? Jesus Christ, I thought I told you to beat it, short-ass!"

"Are you running away?" She asked.

"That's not your business." Yoongi said, taking a step toward her and sizing her up. If she wouldn't just leave, he'd make her leave, was starting to not like her around. Why the hell is she so creepy? That can't be a good omen. "If you stick around...I'll beat the shit out of you."

That wasn't right, he knew it wasn't. That was his shit mother's solution to everything, but the words were already out.

He watched her stare back at him, still mostly expressionless for a minute before her eyes widened and her eyebrows met in the middle. Like her reaction to the words came late. What's wrong with her?

When he heard the sirens outside he realized how much time he was wasting and pushed her out of the way, going up to the nearest window and peeking out.

"Damn." Yoongi said under his breath, looking out and seeing police cars pulling up and police filing out. "Shit."

There was an exit by the gym, he could still probably go out that way if they hadn't predicted that and were already back there.

Before he could think of it further, he turned to run toward it, but skidded to a stop when he saw that girl still standing there, just like everything was okay, and everything was dandy, and spacing out was accomplishing something. Maybe she wasn't in a much trouble as he was, but she could just as easily say where he went.

Yoongi groaned, then went back and grabbed her wrist, pulling her along with him.

She didn't even ask why, she just made a small noise that was slightly late and off to when the action happened.She's insane, got to be, she can't be okay. Of course, I'd run into the odd one, of course. Damn.

He pulled her down the hall with a BGM of sirens, and she said next to nothing. She's got to be drunk or something.

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When they were out of the building, at least a bit away from the school in an alley in the back of an Italian restaurant where it smelled faintly of garbage, Yoongi looked out around the corner once, then back at her.

She was blank as ever, and looked almost tired. But looking off behind her, he could see through a window, on a TV in the restaurant, he could see his mother's name, the reporter talking about something he couldn't hear from the other side of the window.

He threw caution to the wind, hardly taking his eyes off the screen and he made his way around the side of the building and to the front, walking through the open doors into the dimly lit restaurant.

"Ah, we're not open yet, you've got to--."

"Shut up, just shut up." Yoongi said, trying to hear what the reporter was saying.

"--makings of a serial Arsonist, and he is wanted for several other accounts of assault with battery."

What fucking accounts?

"--Neighbors say they saw the blaze go up, and Min Yoongi walking away from the scene after seeing him go in with a gas can."

Where were these neighbors when my mom was about to beat the shit out of me? Where the hell were they when they heard me screaming?!

"--After speaking with his mother, we are to understand he's been avoiding counseling and interprets things worse than they are, and will be very dangerous when even slightly provoked."

WHAT COUNSELING?! I don't need goddamn counseling!

"--and despite his mother's injuries, she told reporters, she just wants her baby boy to stop running and come home, and is willing to get everyone she knows looking for--."

Yoongi couldn't take it anymore, kicking the TV off it's place on the table, sending it crashing to the floor shattering the screen and yanking the cables out of the wall.

There was a moment of silence where all that could be heard was him breathing heavily, trying to calm down.

The guy he'd told to shut up, finally spoke up, grabbing handfuls of Yoongi's shirt, "What the hell is wrong with you? That's coming out of my paycheck, you--!" He stopped suddenly when Yoongi looked at him, his eyes widening, "Oh my god... Oh my god..."

He was just staring dumbly, slowly releasing Yoongi's shirt. So Yoongi took the opportunity to pull away, running out of the restaurant while the employee was still dumbstruck. On his way out, he looked down the alleyway for that girl, but it was like she was never there, there wasn't a trace of her. Maybe she was a ghost.

After the quick look down the alleyway, he could hear the employee yelling after him. The next thing he would probably do was call the police. But I can't go back with her. I won't do it anymore, I won't go back, anything but her.

Everything felt like slow motion as he ran to the first thing he saw that even remotely looked like a way out, a huge mansion, a black and red sign that read, Private Property. Trespassers Will be Shot. With a tall chainlink fence with barbed wire over the top.

It looked like somewhere no one would want to go, same as school on the weekends, except even the police wouldn't check there, it looked like the least obvious place to look for anyone.

Yoongi grabbed the fence, climbing up, the metal of the fence rattling and making noise as he hurriedly climbed it until he hit barbed wire. He was scared. I hate this damn feeling. Being afraid isn't going to make it stop, it isn't going to give me a better solution.

The wire wasn't angled out toward him, it wasn't too tall to jump over, so all the was to do was jump over it, that was it. But it only seemed simple in his head. He gripped the fence tighter. "Do it, Yoongi...Get it over with, you bastard, you son of a bitch, you lazy ass." He said to himself under his breath. He was so used to someone insulting him before he did anything, it seemed to help.

He got himself ready one last time, trying to calm down his breathing for a moment before propelling himself over it best he could.

It clipped him. But he knew it would, There was no way in hell he'd get over it without it clipping him at least once, and he knew that. But first after he realized it clipped him, he was landing on the grass on the other side, the earth feeling harder than a brick wall.

For a moment it felt like he blacked out, the impact so jarring that his vision swam into nothing for a moment, but the moment was gone so quick, there wasn't time to panic, at least not about that. After the vision came back, the pain hit, and he curled up on the grass, trying not to scream.

First there was the ache his whole body felt, and after that the sting of the cut on his leg, which was at least a million times worse."Son of a bitch! Mother fu--."

Yoongi put his hand in his mouth, biting down to stop himself from screaming.

He spent a while trying to just calm down, eyes shut tight and wanting to be anywhere but inside his body, then he actually looked at what the barbed wire had done.

It had tore through his pants by his shin, leaving a long rip, under it being his skin, but he couldn't see much of his skin, blood seeping and covering most of what he should be able to see. The red was starting to stain his pants already, but it hurt too much to think of what to do about it.

He knew he should get up, go somewhere, get out of sight, but the thought of even standing seemed so foreign and out of the realm of possibility. Do it anyway, Damn it Yoongi, get up, you bastard, get up!

He tried to push himself up, using mostly his hands, but it didn't work, even the slight movement of it hurt like hell, and it wasn't just his leg, his whole body screamed at him to stop moving.

"Got clipped, huh?" Someone said, standing over him. "Looks like a nasty cut."

Yoongi looked up to see someone with stark white dyed hair, mostly covered up with a grey beanie, and taking a lollipop out of his mouth. He dressed kind of sloppily, the open sweater he was wearing hanging loose and barely on his shoulders, his belt messily buckled, the extra strap just hanging. He didn't really look like he could live at the mansion, and didn't appear to be armed with anything but a lollipop.

He gave Yoongi a dimpled smile that he immediately didn't trust, "You need some help? You're probably going to get that infected." He held his hand out for Yoongi to take.

Yoongi didn't trust him. His smile seemed a little too...happy, and considering Yoongi was trespassing, and the sign had read trespassers will be shot, it just didn't seem right.

But he took the hand anyway. I don't have any other damn options, I can't even get up.

"Namjoon." The guy with the lollipop said, starting to pull Yoongi up, which hurt like shit anyway, but the blunt of it was over with quick.

"What...The hell...is that?" Yoongi asked, trying to keep his breathing even.

He smiled at him, dimples showing again, "My name. I'm gonna clean you up, thought you'd like to know."

Yoongi frowned. What the hell?

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A/N:

I got insfired for the absolute direction and storyline and now have a "Storyboard" To go off of~~~ ^o^)// YAY~! It only took me rewriting this chapter 4 times T^T)> (Hug meeeeee)

Now, I was going to update a couple days ago, but you know what happened?

fUDGING BANGTAN DROPPED A SURPRISE M/V COMEBACK TRAILER THING AND i LITERALLY DROPPED EVERYTHING, NO LIE, i WAS MIDWAY WRITING A PARAGRAPH, AND CLOSED EVERYTHING.

But, yeah, so, BTS had me crying as soon as they said "Forever, we are young." and no matter how many times I watch it, I still cry at that part ;-;

~Neri~ (They got me all emotional and shiz)