Guilty | RM

Prologue

"Are you sure you don't wanna come to dance practice today, hyung?" Jungkook asked Namjoon, who sat at his desk writing lyrics.

"I'm sure, Kookie. Go have fun." Namjoon smiled, waving the boy off as he left. It wasn't like him to miss a practice, knowing he needed to keep up with everyone, but today, he was prioritizing making new songs for their next comeback.

It was two hours later that he got the phone call. "Namjoon, run! Get in the car, don't look back! We love you!" Jimin sobbed and yelled down the phone as fast as he could before Joon heard his phone drop to the floor. Chaos was in the background the entire time the younger spoke, and after he stopped speaking.

Not knowing what was going on, Namjoon called their manager, who was supposed to be at the dance studio with them. No answer. He cried and cried, thinking of all the worst possibilities, and calling another staff member to come pick him up. It was now that he cursed himself for never learning how to drive.

It wasn't until the next day that another, less frantic phone call came. "Namjoon?" the voice asked.

"Yes?"

"It's Hitman Bang. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, over the phone nonetheless: the others were murdered yesterday, Joon. So was your manager. You need to leave and hide as far away as you can, now." Namjoon began sobbing.

"I- Jimin called me... yesterday... he told me to leave. I'm already gone, Bang PD-nim."

"Good. You need to stay gone for as long as you can. I'm so sorry, Namjoon-ah. Goodbye."

"Bye."