Fate brings together people in its ways. Sometimes, it maybe a mundane day and you stumble across a person who holds an important place in your life. Or sometimes, fate works in the most creative and unique way to bring together people.
And because...
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My eyes remained open, looking straight ahead. My focus was on nothing yet at everything at once. I couldn't sleep. Not even think of it. The very idea of it seemed suffocative. I sighed, running my hand through my hair and decided to get up. Very carefully, I removed Taehyung's arm from around my waist and wiggled away. Once I was out, I stopped, and waited for a while. Making sure I hadn't waken up Taehyung by mistake. After I was completely sure, I crawled my way from him. Making sure not to step over the other's. When I stood up on my feet, my brain immediately faltered.
There were only four other people in this room.
For a split second I felt cold dread being injected in my body. But then I heard a sneeze from outside the room. Hesitantly, and with slow steps, I walked towards the door. I peeked outside and sighed in relief when I saw a familiar body siting down on the ground, with a can of juice in his hand.
"Namjoon hyung, why aren't you sleeping?" I asked as he walked over.
The raven haired, looked up at me before replying, "I could ask you the same."
"Touché." I mumbled. However I noticed something unusual about the other. A wearied expression on his face. Unnaturally restless. And forehead creased together in a worried frown.
"Everything alright?" I asked.
Namjoon sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Yeah..."
I frowned and muttered, "That lie was terrible."
Namjoon chuckled humorlessly, and shook his head. Running his hand through his hair once again. I noticed the SAT phone lying next to him and realized what had Namjoon worried.
"You can't contact anyone else with that, can you?" I asked, trying not let it show that I the truth terrified me.
Namjoon looked at me with a apologetic expression. And only now I realized just how worn out the elder was. His eyes sunken and bloodshot. Hair a complete mess. And even he wanted to put on an comforting smile, he couldn't. His hands shook a little as he ran them through his hair once again.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled in a quiet voice.
Even though I haven't known him before this trip, it hurt to hear him like that. Ever since all this chaos started, Namjoon had been holding up strong. No matter how stressful and dangerous the situation got. He would always lead the rest of us out of it. And now seeing him so helpless felt like being stabbed in my chest.
"It's alright, we-we'll figure out another way." I said. Not sure if I was trying to make him feel better, or me, or both us.
"It's not your fault." Both of us jumped at the sound of a new voice, and turned around to find Yoongi coming towards from the direction of the stairs. He carried several manila folders and files in his hand.
