One wrong move could always be a substantial moment in somebody's life. If you decide to turn your car wheel to the right, you could get in a terrible wreck. You could choose to jump off a cliff, and that'll be the end of your days. Min Yoongi always had these type of thoughts in his mind. If he decided on doing something, what would be the outcome?

  Good or bad?

  "Yoongi," the voice of Jung Hoseok rang into Yoongi's ears, pulling him out of his thoughts from what math equation he should be using on his school work paper. He had been staring down at it, the last question unanswered as he tried to figure out how to solve it.

  He looked up from the paper and stared at Hoseok in confusion. "Yeah?"

  His friend wiggled his eyebrows at him in the way where Yoongi knows exactly what he wants. "There's a party tonight," he said, earning a glare from Yoongi's other friend, Seokjin. "What?" Hoseok asked with a slight frown on his face. "It's harmless."

  "Easy for you to say." Seokjin rolled his eyes and turned to Yoongi. "You don't have to go to any parties," he said reassuringly. "I know you don't like them. Besides, parties can be dangerous. You don't want that."

  Groaning, Hoseok then pouted deeply at their oldest friend. "There's no harm in going to parties, hyung." He crossed his arms over his desk and looked back at Yoongi. "He never goes out. What are you, his mom?" he asked Seokjin, making the older huff.

  Yoongi chuckled, his pencil still in his hand, trying to solve the last problem still. "I'll go to the party if you let me finish this worksheet, Seokie," he told him.

  Hoseok smiled in agreement, but Seokjin now had his eyes narrowed at him.

  Yoongi has a total of three friends. Jung Hoseok, who has a bright smile on his face all the time, eighteen years old and somehow still so carefree with the world. Kim Seokjin, who is Yoongi's best friend. He's nineteen, but they're all still in their last year of high school. He's the most protective over Yoongi, but Yoongi never questioned why, because he figures it's a best friend thing. And then there's Kim Namjoon, the big teddy bear. He's also eighteen like Yoongi and Hoseok, but he acts like he's a million years old in knowledge.

  They're all truly smart, care-free, and very protective over each other.

  So that night when Yoongi actually made it to the party, of course, Seokjin was watching after him. He kept an eye on Yoongi most of the time, as did Namjoon, who was stuck towards the back with him. They weren't much party people themselves— neither was Yoongi. He only came to get his mind off of school, and plus, his parents weren't at home.

  He was trying his best to dance with people, much to his dismay. But suddenly, with a little too much alcohol downed and so much motion and body heat, Yoongi felt like he was going to be sick. He left the swarm of dancing bodies, making his way outside any door as quickly as possible. As he went out the back door, it was no surprise that people were out there as well, so he ran towards the side of the house right as he felt his stomach twist, not wanting any of these strangers to see him getting sick.

  He puked at the side of the house, cursing at the grass as he spits endlessly, cursing as he wiped his mouth, and inhaling deeply as he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder.

  "Hello there," a creepy voice muttered low into his ear, and a sudden pain hit his scalp as the person behind him tangled their hand in his hair and pulled his head back harshly. He gasped as the person chuckled, pressing something against his neck. "Aren't you just pretty?" The person sounded evil.

  "L-Let me go," Yoongi said, cursing as the person gripped tighter onto his hair and wrapped his arm firmly around Yoongi.

  The person snickered. "You want me to let you go?" They laughed right into his ear, suddenly something sharp running against his neck. Yoongi was now panicking, but he stood no match. He was weak and he couldn't feel his body. "How precious. When you're dead, I'm not so sure that It'll matter where I touch you, hun." The sharpness barely sunk into his neck, but just as it was punctured, the person was suddenly letting go by a hard force.

  It was dark and Yoongi couldn't see much, but he fled onto the house brick as the person pushed him hard into it, making him hit his head. His mind went blank for a moment as he watched someone attacking someone else— who is that and what the hell is going on?

  Yoongi couldn't even tell which one of the people was the one who was about to stab him in the neck. All he knew was that he could barely see and hardly comprehend, but someone was getting the shit beaten out of them, not without a fight. It was the most intense fight Yoongi had ever seen.

  One of the two got pushed hard into a tree, a thud. The other was slung against the brick of the house, then was thrown onto to the ground— and then the one who was beaten to the ground suddenly disappeared into thin air. It confused Yoongi so much and his head was pounding, neck and head bleeding.

  "Fuck," the person who was now standing alone cursed to himself as he looked at Yoongi. It took a second of finally calming down for Yoongi to recognize the face of the guy. Kim Taehyung. What?

  "Don't kill me." Yoongi pressed himself into the house even more. "Where did the other guy go? What's going on?" He frowned.

  The horrible taste in his mouth and hurting neck and pounding head made him delusional. Maybe Taehyung was the serial killer and there was nobody else even there to begin with.

  "I wasn't the one trying to kill you in the first place," Taehyung mumbled, the first words Yoongi had ever heard from the mysterious guy in his class. His voice was deep, deep, deep. As he walked closer to Yoongi, he appeared more visible, his piercing dark eyes and stern look as he stared at Yoongi's neck. "Don't go getting yourself killed—"

  "Yoongi!"

  Taehyung and Yoongi both looked over at the voice, Seokjin running to them. As Yoongi looked back at Taehyung, there was no Taehyung. Not a single person in front of him. He either ran away or Yoongi actually is hallucinating all of this. He put his fingers up to his neck, bringing it back down to see blood on his skin. It was real.

  "Yoongi!" Seokjin panicked as he was suddenly standing next to Yoongi, gasping at the stab on his neck. "Oh, fuck." Jin looked up at Namjoon and Hoseok, suddenly with them as well. "Who the hell was with you just now, Yoongi?" Seokjin shook Yoongi to snap him out of his confusion.

  "I- It was nobody." He lied.

  Seokjin growled. "Yoongi, we have to know who the hell that was so I can rip hi—"

  "Jin," Namjoon said with a stern tone, making Seokjin look up at both of the other two. He narrowed his eyes at Seokjin, earning a curse from the older. "He's fine."

  "No," Seokjin spit out at him. "Does he look fucking fine to you? Look at Hoseok. He can't even control himself—"

  Namjoon cut him off with "Enough," pulling Seokjin by his wrist, but Seokjin yanked his hand away from him angrily.

  "This wouldn't have happened if we hadn't been here, Hoseok." He pointed directly to Hoseok's chest, pressing hard into him before storming off, definitely pissed.

  Yoongi just stared off into the woods behind them. He thought that maybe his head had hit too hard against the house, but why did Kim Taehyung just save him? Properly beat the hell out of a serial killer and then vanished— no, both of them vanished, right?

  But why did Taehyung save him and then leave him? Why was Seokjin so angry instead of worried for his best friend, and why did he storm off? Why was Hoseok staring at Yoongi so weirdly, and why was Namjoon taking over and making Seokjin leave it be?

  "Let's get you home," Namjoon said with a warm smile on his face, seeming to not care about Yoongi having a serial killer stab on his neck. He reached up to his neck again and saw the blood, earning a whine from Hoseok. He furrowed his eyebrows at his friend.

  "I- It's blood," Hoseok stated. "I have a fear of blood. I have to go," he apologized to the two of them and just left as if nothing happened. Yoongi understood his fear, brushing it off and letting the poor disturbed boy go.

  Namjoon sighed. "We'll get you cleaned up," he said. "Don't worry about anything. What happened? Can you explain?"

  Yoongi let himself be lead to his own car. "Someone was trying to stab me."

  A confused expression came from Namjoon as he looked at Yoongi, eyebrow raised. "They tried to stab you?" He hummed at the idea. "Right. You didn't see who it was?"

  "They were behind me."

  Namjoon snapped his finger. "Good— I mean, yeah, good. They saw us and left. That's good that they didn't hurt you."

  Yoongi looked at him like he was crazy. "I almost was just killed and all you can think of is that it's good he got away with it?"

  Embarrassed, Namjoon shook his head. "No, no." He opened Yoongi's car door for him, still shaking his head. "I'm just glad you aren't hurt badly. I'll make sure to go to the police about it, yeah? You just go home and rest," he said as Yoongi stepped into his driver seat. "We have a test on Monday. Don't go worrying about any killers. We'll make sure they pay for it."

  As much as Yoongi wanted to make a big deal out of it, he felt like complete shit. He just wanted to go home and relax, not worry, and take away this terrible headache. And most importantly, he wanted to get in contact with Kim Taehyung.

  "Sure, Joon." He smiled at him.

  Namjoon smiled in return. "Be safe," he said. "I'm sure Jin hyung is already at your house, ready to baby you as much as possible."

  Yoongi nodded. "Of course."

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