Chapter One

"Hey, who the hell are you and what do you want."

They groaned but didn't answer him, so Yoongi used his foot to roll the body over.

"Shit! Seokjin?!"

He put his gun away and crouched in front of the man, wincing at the sight of the once immaculate face now covered in cuts and bruises. The worst was along his jaw, and he could almost hear the whining that Seokjin would do once he learned it would scar.

"Yoongi...couldn't..." Seokjin hisses as he tries to sit back up, holding his arm close to him like it was broken. "Sorry...didn't know where else to go."