Thread by @tetegigifm

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yg has always lived his life as quietly as possible and as an artist, he liked living in solitary. So there was /no/ way he'd want to be buddy buddy with his new rough looking, tall, handsome (might be add) neighbour knj.

https://twitter.com/yunkilover69/status/1630132425706852352

"goin' somewhere?"

and there he is again. Showing up in front of him first thing in a Sunday morning. Yg doesn't meet his eyes, he kind of hates the idea that he has to look up just to meet his eyes.

"The library again?"Nj asks again.

yg sighs softly. Right. He's stubborn. He forgot. "Yes." He replies shortly after.

"Cool. I'm goin' the same direction, wan me to drop ya off?"he says as he twirls the keyring in between his finger.

"No, thank you."

"C'mon! Don be so cranky now!"

yg narrows his eyes at him. He's not being cranky. It's /him/ who's unbelievably clingy and eccentric.

"Look, I think there's some kind of misunderstanding here,"yg argued,"if you've deluded yourself into thinking we're in any kind of relationship—"

"Right." NJ says, chuckling. "We're friends!"

This man doesn't understand at all, does he?

And are gangsters even /allowed/ to be friendly with just any random guy like this? Albeit yg's unsure of exactly what this man does.

The same incident occurs almost every Sunday morning when yg comes out to visit the library. NJ simply drops him at the library, sometimes buys him breakfast, talks about things (except why he has a new bruise added to his face every time.)

So, Yg maybe has made a friend.

yg peeks out of his apartment door on one Sunday morning. He doesn't know why he does that, he knows nj would probably be waiting for him outside — but it was as if he was anticipating him earnestly.

except for that day, nj wasn't waiting for him at his doorstep.

yg slowly creaks the door open and closes it behind him.

Nj seriously wasn't there.

He almost feels sad at first, but then realisation hits him and he shakes his head, slaps his cheeks and tells himself to get it together.

This is better.

It's not like he liked spending time with nj to begin with. It's better to keep his distance with him.

Yg spends the day at the library as usual, occasionally gazing out of the glass window discreetly. It wasn't like he was /hoping/ for that jerk to at least come by and tell him the reason of his absence, but isn't that normal human decency? He practically stood him up,+

without any texts, at that.

At the end of the day, nj doesn't visit the library, neither does he text or call yg.

yg doesn't understand why he's fuming, but he just ... does.

He goes back home, glances at nj's apartment and inhales sharply before snapping the door shut behind.

He wakes up around the middle of night from the pounding against his door. He startles at first, but then his vision slowly clears and he can see he's in the safety of his own blanket.

"Who is it?"he calls out. He's not stupid enough to open the door when it's the middle+

of the night. Gang violence has been rampant lately, it doesn't hurt to stay cautious.

Yg flinches and clutches his blanket around him when he hears another round of pounding.

"W-who is it?! If this is your idea of a j-joke, I will call the cops—"

"Yoongi-ah..."

yg blinks.

That voice...

yg dashes to the door and peeks out in the hallways from the door's peephole, his eyes widened to see nj, head held low.

yg opens the door promptly, his breathing uneven. Something about NJ's voice made him feel so uneasy. That voice did not belong to the NJ he knew.

There was something wrong.

Yg shuddered. His hands started shaking and his heartbeat thumped against his ribcage.

NJ was shivering, he was shirtless, one eye swollen that has turned a painful bluish colour. Face completely bruised from every nook and corner and his stomach...

Yg slapped his hands over his lips.

NJ was bleeding.

He was bleeding so badly, and—

As yg looked up he could see a dazed look in his eyes. As if they didn't belong to him.

...Drug? Was he drugged?

The arm NJ used to lean against the door frame was also bruised, but not as bad as his stomach.

"W-what... what happened?"Yg managed to utter, though his breathing was still uneven.

NJ swayed a little, then looked down at YG.

He stretched his other hand and grazed his finger over yg's cheeks, painting his pale skin there with a little amount of his crimson blood.

"..I.."NJ said, voice hoarse and lips twitching into a small smile,"...didn't know where else to go."

And collapses into YG's arms.