•|Outbreak🔞|•

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AS SOON AS Namjoon and M/N set foot into the house, the preteen brushes past the rest of the members waiting by the front door, quickly dismissing himself with a quiet, "hey," and makes a b-line to the nearest private, empty room. Which, so happens to be the bathroom on the second floor.

"How," Taehyung goes to ask but doesn't get the chance before M/N is jumping over two stairs at a time and dashes into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him, "—did it...go?"

"What's up with him?" Hoseok asks, glancing at Namjoon who just shrugs.

"I don't know," he answers. "Maybe he had to go really badly, but didn't want us to stop."

Yoongi arches an eyebrow.

"...Huh."

M/N locks the bathroom door behind him and plops down onto the side of the tub, not before retrieving the piece of paper from his pocket. His fingers shake as he beings to unfold it, his breath catching in his throat in a mix of anticipation and terror. He has an idea of what it could be, but he's sincerely hoping that he's wrong.

There's a bit of an internal struggle that transcends to external in the way he refolds the corners he's already unfolded, repeating this process several times while he wonders whether or not to open it or to just flush it down the toilet and forget the entire exchange ever happened. The latter sounds more appealing to M/N, as it's known that ignorance is bliss. But, then again, things don't just cease to exist because they go ignored and the boy knows this.

So, with a deep breath, M/N fully unfolds the paper and his eyes run across the start of the page.

"Dear M/N," it reads, "it took quite a while to find you this time. I'm impressed that you managed to stay hidden for so long, considering how you just seem to cause destruction wherever you go."

M/N's hands tighten around the paper, his jaw clenching in anger but he continues reading.

"I know where you are—"

The preteen's eyes widen and his lips part, releasing a breath of disbelief.

"—and I know who you're staying with. BTS, right? I heard they were pretty big before everything went down, so how you managed to take refuge with a bunch of internationally-known kpop idols is beyond me. Some luck you have.

Anyway, I'm giving this letter to you as a warning:

Give back what you stole from me, and I won't harm a single hair on your little idol friends.

I think it's a fair ultimatum, though what you did would have been considered an act of terrorism five years ago. It's a simple act of just dropping it in my hands. We'll both go our separate ways and be finished with this cat and mouse game! Now, doesn't that sound good? I'm tired of chasing you and I know for sure that you're tired of running, so it will benefit both of us if you just give it up.

If you're interested, meet me at the old supermarket a few blocks away from the house you're staying in, near the fallen billboard. I'll be waiting behind it for you.

If you're not, well... I'll have to retrieve it by force, and I don't think either of us really want that.

Do we?"

The letter ends with no signature, not that there needed to be one. M/N can recognize that handwriting from a mile away.

"Fuck," he whispers, his grip on the paper so tight his finger nails begin to puncture tiny holes. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

The boy launches off of the side of the tub and throws a punch of frustration to the wall near the bathroom door, effectively chipping the baby blue paint job and denting the wall with as much as his twelve-year-old strength would allow him. His first explodes with pain but his raging emotions block everything else out, including Jungkook's muffled voice from the room next to him, and he bites his bottom lip.

'Fuck, what am I gonna do?' He thinks, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh and drawing a bead of blood, but the boy barely flinches. 'He knows where I am... He knows who I'm with... I'm screwed and he knows it, the cocky son of a bitch. He had people watching me, watching them. Around our patrol points. They've been doing it for a while—I know I sensed something off.'

At this point, M/N regrets going with the former group of singers. At least when the boy was by himself, naturally, he didn't have to worry about anyone else. However, that wasn't going to end up being the case here.

The boy retracts his hand from the wall and sighs to himself, closing his eyes.

'I have no choice. I'm... I'm gonna have to go meet him.'

Meanwhile, Jungkook tries to recollect himself from the scare he received moments earlier. The sound of something hitting the wall of the room beside him, which he knows is the bathroom, sent him nearly jumping off of the bed and out of his skin.

"Hey," he calls out to whoever could have been in there, "you alright?"

The male doesn't get an answer back.

"Hello?"

Silence.

At this point, Jungkook shrugs and decides to let it go, unaware of M/N who was on the verge of a panic attack, clutching at his chest to somehow get air back into his lungs.

(A/N: Sorry for spelling/grammatical errors! I'm also currently working on a few new books to publish after this one, so stay tuned for new content if you want! Thank you to those that stick around!💜)