Subway Station

Yoongi doesn't know how long he has been there after leaving the house. He sighs looking up at the florescent lights from the bench he lays on in the subway. Being out of the house, away from it, he finally realizes it. That it wasn't a place for him, a place he knew he would never belong, and why he thought so in the first place has him kicking his foolish self. He knew what he was, he always knew. Yoongi belongs on the streets, forever wandering from place to place, he is a thief he always has been and it is something that will never change. Even living in the house, it didn't change. The man turns on his side, watching people come and go, passing him by and never looking once at him. Occasionally he would catch a familiar face in the crowd but he never bothered to do anything more than glance at them, and they never once paid attention to him. Yoongi looks at his wrist, just for s and to prove a point to himself, he ended up taking one of the tracking bracelets from the house. Honestly, he is thinking that it must have been defective, the battery died, or being in the underground, the signal is to weak. But it solidifies himself, no one looked for him. Hell, probably no one even realizes he is gone, after all, he stole his own file from the house and gave it to someone, so unless there are back ups somewhere, it should be as if Yoongi never existed and he is completely fine with that. A yawn escapes from him, as he turns on his side, a nap sounded good to him. Yoongi turns onto his side, not noticing that someone was actually approaching him.

I really wanna have Jun ge, Hyunmin hyung, and Nu hyung by my side in this place, one day. /wonder as I walk to catch my train up/