Three
Make This Last, Take It SlowTitle: Saligia
Song: Only One- Yellowcard
Genre: Angst, Romance, gang!au
Warning: Some depictions of violence
i'm actually thinking of making this a full-length fic, idk comment if you would like to see more of this au.
The warehouse is dark and damp, Yoongi thinks. He scowls as walks over a puddle. The air is too stuffy. They could have picked a better place than this. But this is where they all started. A dark, damp, and agreeably shady warehouse. His Italian leather shoes would have suffered so much but good thing he wore his sneakers. Never attract attention, Seokjin said. First rule of the gang.
His footsteps resonate throughout the building as he takes a step toward his destination. There he sees five men lounging around the room. Taehyung is on a lollipop while leaning on a backwards chair. Namjoon and Seokjin are talking to each other discreetly. Hoseok has pulled out his phone probably checking out something. And Jungkook just came back from the bathroom.
"So now you've decided to come!" Hoseok mock exclaims. Jungkook cringes at the high pitch of Hoseok's voice.
"Have you taken care of everything?" Yoongi asks the others while approaching the hunched figure at the middle of the room. Namjoon hums, Yoongi trusts him enough.
Yoongi scrutinizes the boy in front of him. Surprisingly this time, the kid has less cuts and bruises than before. He must have put up a really good fight. Yoongi turned to look back at the others and saw Namjoon holding a bandaged hand. The kid must have bitten him, or something. Jungkook's
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