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Jackson knocks on the door, twisting the knob and opening the door. "Guys, you should get up. It's sixteen—"
Jackson stops to see a empty bed. His brows went into a knit of confusion, confused of where they could've gone and why Namjoon didn't say anything about going anywhere. And..the room seems more clean? That's for sure odd. Jackson just sighs and takes out his phone to call Namjoon, lifting the phone up to his ear.
He looks around the bedroom to see no sight of Yoongi's clothes that were usually on top of the clothing dresser. Jackson walked fully into the room while the other line was still ringing. He looks down at the bed once again, seeing a piece of paper that had some words on it. Jackson bends down to pick up the paper, starting to read it.
" i'm sorry. you'll see us again someday. -n & y "
Jackson curls his brows, moving the phone away from his ear when he heard to leave a voicemail. "No. No. No." He grips the paper. "Please don't tell me this is true. He can't be serious about this." Jackson dials Namjoon's phone again, lifting it back up to his ear.
No answer.
"Fuck!" He threw his phone at the bed, slicking his hair back. "His Noona's going to kill me..."
"If Namjoon ever runs away, please contact me immediately. I need him safe." Namjoon's Aunt says.
"I don't want my Noona involved if I ever leave this place for a while, got it? I'm twenty two. Not twelve." Namjoon says.
Jackson groans from what they said to him. He doesn't know what to do. Jackson looks at his phone again, picking it up and started to scrol through his contacts to see 'Namjoon's Aunt' on it. He moved his finger towards it but stopped..hovering above the name. Jackson sighs and just turns off his phone.
I don't want to lose Namjoon's trust, even if he ran away from here...
Namjoon stares at his medicine bottle while walking. He stared at his name, softly sighing from having fear of it running out. He lowered it and puts them back in his pocket, biting the inside of his cheek. Yoongi's currently walking in front of him, looking around to find where the best spot is to be at.
"Should we go to a shelter? A homeless shelter maybe?" Yoongi spoke, staring down at a map and pointing at it.
Namjoon heard and jogs over to be right beside him. "Have you..ever been to a homeless shelter?" He couldn't help to ask.
"No." Yoongi sighs, closing the map and started to fold it. "But, I hope they accept us for having nowhere to stay. I mean..I-I lived under a bridge before. We can go there..maybe..."
Namjoon reaches over to place a hand on the older's hand, intertwining their fingers together. "Either way..we'll go through it together." He softly says.
Yoongi looks up at him, faintly smiling. "Together."
Namjoon softly smiles, gripping the older's hand a bit and lifting his hand up to kiss his hand. "Together."
