Save Me || Book 1 ✅

A Second To Breathe

"Can you get out of my face now, Yoongi?" Woosung asked, his eyes narrowed into a sharp glare as he stared at the man crouched in front of him. Yoongi just scoffed, standing himself up straight though he didn't move away just yet.

"Has it sunk in yet?" He questioned the doctor, raising an eyebrow as spite tugged at his words. "Have you realised how fucking idiotic you're being?" 

"I've realised I'm seconds away from knocking you on your arse," Woosung shook his head, watching as the man in front of him shake with vexation. That said, Yoongi's fist rose first, anger taking over but he never got the satisfaction of throwing the first punch.

"Back off, Yoongi!" Namjoon sighed, holding the elder's wrist tight, stopping him from attacking. "You made your point, loud and clear, hyung. Fuck off outside and calm down, for a bit. We're just going to go in circles, at this rate. We won't solve this by beating ten tonnes of shit out of each other."  

"There is nothing to solve, Namjoon!" Yoongi shouted, his voice loud which just received a disappointed glance from Seokjin and Hoseok alike. "Just his fucking attitude towards..."

The leader just pulled him back before he could get himself worked up again, shoving him in the direction of the backdoor in hope of ending another fight before it could start. 

"Just shut up and go find Min or something," Namjoon pushed the elder out of the door, shaking his head and ignoring the frustrated mutters as Yoongi just stormed out of the house. "You're making way too much noise... Fuck off." 

"And you," The leader walked back into the living room, pointing at the doctor, his expression hard and serious as he took a seat next to Hoseok and Dawon, on the couch. "Can't you just keep quiet now, Woosungnim? I can't stop him from hitting you every time. You know Yoongi well enough now to know he'll kick off like that, so why push him?" 

Woosung just stayed quiet, like told, not having anything else to say to anyone. He had made his point known, it was clear no one was going to listen to him anymore.

"Joonie," Seokjin spoke after the room fell silent, patting the man's shoulder from behind to get his attention. "I'm gonna go look for Jungkookah. This isn't right, he should have turned up by now."

"No, hyung," Namjoon shook his head, his voice still sharp though the eldest knew it was nothing against him. He just hadn't had a second to breathe yet. "You need to stay here, rest. You're still not well."

"I'm fine," Seokjin shook his head, though the statement wasn't as defensive as it had been for the past few days. Namjoon heard the genuine concern lining his voice. "I'm worried about him. I need to go look for him. If Jungkook's hurt and I didn't..."

"Hyung, we can't split up again," Namjoon told the eldest, looking him in the eye. "Jungkook's on his way, I just know it. But we cannot separate again, not now we're safe. We just have to wait for him to turn up, just hold on for him."

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The corpses piled at the boys' feet, and yet the dead kept coming, not letting up in the slightest as they fought in the blistering sun. Each kill drained them a little bit more of their already low energy levels, but they refused to give up.

"Chim, behind you!" Taehyung warned as he tackled one of the dead from in front, stabbing his knife into its skull quickly so he could grab the next one before it could grab him.  

Jimin was quick, skillfully spinning on his heel and agile enough to dodge the hands that tried to catch him from behind. Though, in taking the creature down, he wasn't as adept and struggled to hold it back enough to keep it away from the little girl cowering behind his legs, let alone raise his knife to kill it.