Smoke Me.

Chapter 53: Tinted Glass

AN: Hi, Smokers. If there are any mistakes that I didn't catch that's because I had to add some stuff and now I am too tired... if you see one, throw it out the window. Thanks. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Astrid put the gun inside the front pocket of his hoodie, grabbed the white phone from my hand, and headed toward the door.

But stopped at the threshold since he had to tell me: "You have five days until Kim Taehyung dies."

And I smiled.

Thinking: 'Well, if it's five days per person then I have ten because I really don't give a shit if that fucker dies.'

But the longer I was lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling thinking how the hell am I supposed to find this person at all, it dawned on me that with the state Jungkook was in, he wouldn't take Taehyung's death well.

At first, I ignored the thought. And pretty soon, it was all I could think about.

'Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit.'

I got up. Lifted the mattress and grabbed the gun from under it.

Hid it inside a backpack where I also stuffed some hoodies. Threw a jacket on, and headed for Martin's and Dwayne's room.

I knocked without thinking until a sleepy Jimin cracked the door at first and then opened it wide due to either surprise or confusion.

"It's not even... what time is it? Why are you awake?"
I pushed him aside and found my phone on the low table. Was about to walk out when Jimin took a hold of my arm.

"What's wrong?"
"Aaa, right. I said I'll let you know so... this is me letting you know that I'm leaving for a while, but I'll be back though."
That didn't seem to ease the serious expression he had on.

"Why? Where are you going?"
"You know when I made that friendship promise, that I've only promised to return and nothing else?"
"You're scaring me Namjoon."
"Look, all you need to know is to keep away from Astrid."

"Who?"

I sighed.
"He's like your height, way skinnier, he looks like he's twelve, I swear. Might wear green when you see him. He has a white big phone and is literally expressionless. Like he doesn't blink much, doesn't smile or anything. The guy has a white mask with two black holes in it for a face. You got that?"
"Why? Why do I need to get that?" He was close to shouting so I kept talking because the last thing I wanted was to get Jimin killed first.
"Just trust me and especially, keep him away from V. If you see him in five days and I am not back, run. And I mean," I grabbed a hold of his shoulders and shook him once, "Run. Trust me. Or he'll hurt him. Or you. Run and don't return. And take Jungkook with you." I let go and after some kind of pain arose, I went on before he got the chance to talk, "Actually, stalk Jungkook for me, please. Take him everywhere...don't let him out of your sight. Keep him away from Astrid especially."
"Namjoon... why is that guy going to hurt Taehyung and Jungkook?"
I sighed again.

"Because..."
I looked up at the ceiling and then at the sleeping two and yet, I couldn't find the one perfect lie.

"They're my punishment," I whispered, letting my shoulders drop as if the weight has finally weighed them down.

"They what?" Jimin inquired with furrowed brows.
"Take me with you."
I turned and saw, barely standing, dark circles under his eyes, V.

"How did you make no fucking sound?" I reproached a bit too loudly.
"Take me with you." He repeated.
"No. I am not doing shit. You go wherever the hell you came from and..."
"Take me with you."
"V, I will kill you myself," I assured him in a deadpan tone.
"I will get killed in five days anyways. Won't I?" He argued without much fear present.