Ever since Suga knew RM, he'd hated him. RM was nothing but a lawless asshole who took up the people's cause in his own hands only to cause chaos. But one night when Namjoon stumbled on his doorstep, bloody and frail, Yoongi slowly realized the horr...
Any other day like this, he would've loved it but something was quite unsettling about today. Strange in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on.
He filled his cup with coffee.
Patrolling could've been an option to calm himself down but tonight, he just didn't feel like it. Also, Hoseok didn't inform them of anything as such happened in the place. There were a couple of sleazy men seen trying to force themselves on some drunk women but Jimin already took care of them. No sightings as such of the one they were searching for.
Yoongi took his cup and sat down on the sofa in front of the fireplace as it poured mercilessly outside.
"You're nothing but a service dog for them, Suga. You sit, stand and wag your tail at their orders without questions for a pat on your shoulder... and you despise me because I can't be a fucking slave."
"Atleast, I'm not a murderer," Yoongi sneered, tired as he attempted to sit up. "A service dog is way better than a backstabbing bitch."
RM chuckled humourlessly. "You think you're so great, Suga. Just because they appointed you and your friends for the people's safety, doesn't mean they hold it dear to their heart. You know nothing, Yoongi. And you never will until you remove the stick that's so far up your ass."
That was two weeks ago. RM wasn't seen since, anywhere and as much as Yoongi wanted to feel relieved, he couldn't. Namjoon never kept quiet for so long, not even when he was planning something. Yoongi was ashamed to find himself worried for him, for someone that selfish.
"Where are you, Namjoon?" He muttered to himself, taking a swig from his coffee mug.
The thunder crackled outside loudly but Yoongi barely noticed. His nerves were astray, as if the anticipation of something kept them restless. The intensity of the rain increased further and Yoongi felt more awake than any day.
The rest of the abandoned coffee grew cold despite the crackling heat.
That's when Yoongi heard a knock on his door.
Who is it? The boys were unlikely to come... maybe it was an emergency?
Yoongi looked through the peephole to see someone in a black cloak. Oh. He didn't realize he was holding his breath until he opened the door and there saw RM, soaked to the core with the hood of his cloak on. Despite the gust of relief in his heart, Yoongi couldn't help but bristle at the man in front of him.
"What now, RM?" He sneered. "What disaster are you planning to do next?"
He expected all but the weak, bloodshot eyes looking up at him and before Yoongi could even register, he quickly grabbed hold of the falling body of the man. The hood fell off his head and Yoongi saw; an array of bruises on his face and lips, his nose and the corner of his lips bloodied and his face pale.
"I-I'm sorry," Namjoon croaked out with a sound akin to a choked sob. Yoongi expected anything but this to hear from the Namjoon he was holding on his lap.
"I'm so sorry.... I didn't know where else to go." And Yoongi saw Namjoon slowly fall unconscious.
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So this is my favourite trope with my favourite ship uwu Namgi keeps me moving in a good day
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