mourir seul • nammin/minjoon •

• neuf •

Jimin really loved Jin's mochis. They were fluffy, but not too fluffy, sweet, but not over-sugared and looked colourful, but not too intense. He always loved Jin's mochis. He tried to concentrate on only that. The mochis. Food. Mochis. Jin. The gun. Fuck. He drove his hand through his light hair. He couldn't get it out of his mind. The face of Mr. Min pointing that gun on him, who looked like he would shoot immediately any second. Any second that other guy told him to. And oh, that other guy. He looked familiar, he even sounded familiar, but Jimin could never name it. Jimin even found him a little but attractive. But the villains almost always were attractive. But he didn't want to think that. That guy assaulted his best friend. Jin. His Jin. Jimin was completely terrified by the fact what else that guy did to him. What he would do to him. He wanted all the answers who these guys were, what they wanted from Jin, where they came from, what Jin did, how he could have to do with these people. He wanted to go to that man, smack him in the face, tell him to fuck off, leave Jin alone and never come back. He wanted to run, to hide, to never see that man again, to never habe to be scared to death like that again, to just forget everything and live on. He wanted to do so many things, he wanted so many answers. But things came to differences, always.

"You gotta stop being so silent or else I might scream.", Jin smiled, answering Jimin's long silence of thoughts.

Jimin noticed a little yank of the car. His mint-green mochi almost fell out of his hand. "Jinnie are you alright?", he asked him at the wheel, eyes wide with concern. His friend was trembling. "Yes! Yes, I'm good, I'm perfectly fine, I'm-"

"Shaking. You're shaking, Jinnie."

"No, I'm okay, really."

"Let me drive.", Jimin requested, putting his hand on Jin's thigh lightly. "No, you're still under shook.", Jin defended, watching the street forcefully attentive. But Jimin wasn't impressed by that answer. "Jin, please, I can see how uncomcentrated you are!"

"I SAID I'M FINE!", Jin shouted. Jimin flinched back and stared at him. "Y-you..", he stuttered. Jin never shouted. He never yelled, or screamed. "Oh god..", Jin sounded even more baffled and distracted, "Jiminie I'm so sorry..", he tried to apologise, looking at his friend. Neither of them noticed the speed going up. "I-it's okay.. y-you're stressed, I-I understand that..", Jimin assured him, smiling lightly.

When he looked on the street, finally.

"JIN WATCH OU-"

The car crashed into the flickering light pole.

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The hamburger was finally down. "Ahhh, that was delicious. Might as well go back and order another one.", Namjoon sighed, smiling satisfied. "Should I go back to the restaurant, Sir?", the driver from the front asked, slowing down a little. Namjoon chuckled. "No, no, Jisung, it's fine."

"I am very sorry, Sir, but I am at work. Would you mind using the code?"

"Yeah, fine, I was joking, Han, you can go on driving home.", Namjoon exclaimed, sighing a bit. "O-okay. Thank you, Sir." The young driver lightly shook his head to gain back his concentration, Yoongi noticed. "Don't you think you shouldn't always startle the new guys?", he asked Namjoon, leaning to his ear. Namjoon shrugged. "Well, I can call them how I want. If they ask me to call them by the code, respectfully, I will." Yoongi nodded, but shook his head short after. "And when they call you by anything other than 'Sir', 'Boss', or 'RM' you lose your fucking shit."

"You critisize me so much today, Yoongi, I can't bear it. Do you not like me anymore?", Namjoon looked at his friend, pouting. "You're a weirdo.", the latter said, "But no, I don't not like you anymore, don't worry you big koala baby." They both giggled. "When will you stop calling me that?", Namjoon asked, softly pinching Yoongi's arm. "When I decide to not like you anymore. So don't expect me to stop, ever, koala baby."

"Yeah, I love you too."

Namjoon went to pick up his milkshake which he placed onto the drink holder, but was stopped when he heard a loud bang. His hand froze, his eyes fixated, his ears immediatly full of precise attention. "Did you hear that too?", Yoongi looked at him, then to the outside, "I think something made boom."

"Stop the car. I want to see for myself."

"Joon, what if it's something dangerous? The others are directly behind us, but if something happened-"

Yoongi was cut of by Namjoon's demanding and deep voice. "I said stop the car. Someone crashed." The young driver instantly drove to the right of the road, followed by the two other black cars behind them, where they came to a stop. He and Yoongi stepped outside, where they were joined quickly by two other men and a girl.

"Boss, what happened?", a tall man with long, blond hair asked, ready to use one of the weapons bound to his belt. "The street over there", Namjoon pointed at some houses, "behind these. Someone's car crashed into a lightpole."

"How do you know?", another young man with light brown hair and an australian accent asked his leader, already going into the said direcation. "It made boom, one of the lightpoles over there is not straight and besides,", Namjoon explained, looking at the young man, "there is smoke everywhere, Chan."

"Makes sense.", the young man said, fixing his weapon, just in case. Namjoon walked around the corner, finally seeing the familiar car, crashed at the side of the road. "Shit..", Yoongi, next to him, whispered to himself, "Whoever's in that car, they have to be treated now." Namjoon nodded. "Hwang. You both.", he commanded, facing Yeji and her brother, "Go back to the cars, call V and let him know we need Chan's paramedic team."

"Yes, Sir!", they both simultaneously called, hurrying back to fullfill their orders. "Chan, you, Suga and me will do first-aid now. Suga, get the kit."

"Yes, Sir.", the two also said, Yoongi going with the other two, Chan staying with Namjoon. The latter went to the crashed car.