"Long time no see." Yoongi greeted me with a smirk, his hand jerking up slightly in a way of greeting.

I hummed walking past him to climb onto the low wall that surrounded the park Yoongi and I always met in.

"Where's the scary dude that's been with you lately?" The small black haired asked curiously, arms resting on the wall next to me.

"Dunno." I grumbled, adjusting the mask on my face.

"Did you scare him away?" Yoongi's voice was teasing.

I honestly didn't know. It should be the other way around, right? I mean, yes, the more I thought about it, the more was I feeling uneasy about Hoseok. He knew where I lived, my name, how I ticked and was able to do things I didn't even want to imagine. Yet the thought of him doing the things to me wouldn't quite fit into my head. Something crucial happened up there, on the roof of Hoseok's old home, and he hadn't contacted me ever since. Which gave me the feeling that maybe he didn't want to.

"Probably not." I answered Yoongi's question.

The older snickered, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn, "Whatever. Told ya this dude's no good. Should've listened to me, idiot."

A tiny smile tugged on my lips. He was right, he did tell me to stay away from Hoseok. Sue me for not trusting Yoongi's excellent abilities of judging people. I really should've known better.

"Well, Taemin's delivery is due, you can go now... if you still want to."

It had sounded more like a question than a proposal and I felt how my heart skipped at it.

I had come here out of habit. Whenever I didn't know where to go I'd come here, knowing that Yoongi always had a task for me to fulfill. It was a nothing but a way to distract myself, really. 

But I now realized, that this -delivering drugs, gaining money- wasn't the reason why I came here in the first place. Not at all.

"No, I- no. Not today. Sorry Yoongi." I felt bad for rejecting the job. I've never done this. Yoongi was the one kind of scooping me up from the streets, offering me a  fucked up kind of security with gaining money and a way to always escape my foster families. He helped me in so many ways, I felt like I wasn't showing my gratefulness properly.

But the black haired smiled, "It's okay. You're not obligated to do anything. I have others to do he job for me."

I hummed, eyes darting upward to over look the park area. It was still quite early in the morning, sun barely peaking out between the houses and trees and the whole place nearly empty.

My eyes fell onto the older, who was leaning against the stone wall besides me, eyes also looking over at the park.

The reason, I just realized, for what I came here was not a need of distraction or money, like usually. It was because I felt lonely. Since Hoseok, I was so used to always having someone to go to, a friend to talk to, that I now felt terribly abandoned.

It was weird how I had changed throughout the past weeks. It's never disturbed me, being alone that is. In fact I had felt happier, safer, knowing that I was always just by myself.

But now? I didn't want to be alone anymore.

"Yoongi?" I mumbled.

"Hm?"

"How- How did you get into... all of this?"

He chuckled, crossing his hands behind his head while resting against the wall, watching the sun go up with me, "Similar to you, I guess. No one really giving a fuck about me-" ouch "- in the desperate need to find a purpose. Sadly, most of us end up in a fucked up place like that. Because no one looks out for us, you know?"

I nodded, dragging my knees up to my chest while listening to his calm, deep voice.

"Back then." Yoongi said, "I wasn't aware, that I was searching in the complete wrong places, looking out for something I didn't even know what it looked like."

"Do you know now?"

He smiled sadly, "Yes. But it's too late for me now. I'm too deep in this shit. Pointless for me to get out."

I knew what he meant. For people like Yoongi, it was impossible to get out of this shady - mostly illegal- life.

"You-" I breathed out shakily, "You think it's too late for me as well?"

Yoongi side-glanced at me for a moment, seemingly contemplating his answer thoroughly.

"Not at all. No." He said eventually, and I felt relieved, content with his answer, because I knew that Yoongi was always right.

"- You'll just have to fight for it." He added, "It's not easy, getting back to normal, you know?"

I nodded once again.

Yes. I knew.

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He watched her leaving the park, grip on his sword tight as he scanned her surroundings.

Keeping the shadows away from her had been his first priority, ever since they met the third time, where she was in this ally, all alone.

He didn't want her to suffer like he did. She, unlike him, deserved better.

He somehow had to help her, while simultaneously keeping her away from himself, which was pretty inconvenient if you asked him.

But he had to stay away, for her own safety now. If he was the one attracting all her ghosts and monsters.

While he was one himself.

The say I'm a traitor. And, well, maybe I am? All I know is that I did what I had to do.

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If u didn't realize this last part was Hoseok's pov xD

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