𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟕

Namjoon and Jungkook walk through the hallways of every floor. Whenever an odd sound comes from one of the rooms, they approach their ears to the door. They use the lift and the stairs. From time to time, they part ways to use both at the same time.

"Nothing weird from now, only the old couple staring at me. Nam—"

"RM. Just call me RM." Namjoon corrects, coldly.

Jungkook nods. "Yep. Sorry, I forgot. Anyway, wanna reach the last floor?"

Namjoon caresses his chin. "None of the victims died in the last floor. These men would need more time to scape if they got trapped. It isn't worth it for them."

"None of the victims died in the last floor yet. How are you so sure they won't go today? Let's take a look. The richest people always stay in the highest floor. Better views, you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

Jungkook smirks and presses the button of the lift.

* * *

Yoongi hangs his backpack on his shoulders. Head down, he walks towards the van. He turns slightly his head and sees a person behind the thickets, not too far away from him. Hoseok nods at him and he smiles.

"Took you long enough." Taehyung plays with the small air freshener hanging on the rear view mirror. A refreshing breeze flows down the two boys' nostrils. "Guards?"

"It took me a while to distract him. I dunno how much it will take him to realise my lie was as big as this hotel. Anyway, it made me win time and I got what we need." Yoongi places the laptop on his lap, raising the monitor.

"What did you tell him?"

"A couple was fucking in the entrance of the beach."

"Gross, but kinky." Taehyung raises his brows up and down. "We should try it."

Yoongi studies the hotel's system: the automatic doors, lights, and alarms—but that doesn't stop him from smirking at his boyfriend's comment.

A brief sound comes from the walkie talkie, interrupting them. Namjoon's voice comes from it soon after. "Guys, we're going to the last floor. JK has a feeling they may strike there today."

"Got it." Jimin replies.

"Got it." Taehyung repeats. "The movement here is far from suspicious, but I'll keep my guard up. Yoongi's already with me."

"Got it." Some of them say at the same time.

On the other side of the hotel, Jimin keeps playing with his hands. "Guys, I should go with them. They'll need me if they face them. Will you be okay?"

"Don't worry about us, baby." Seokjin holds Jimin's hand and both of them kneel down behind Hoseok. "Are you feeling okay, though?"

Hoseok turns to look at his boyfriends for a couple of seconds, to make sure Jimin's emotional stability keeps intact.  

"I guess I am, but. . ." He bites his bottom lip. "My heart feels heavy." He caresses his chest.

Hoseok turns around once again, but Seokjin's already kissing the blonde boy's full lips.

"I felt we should have done what we always do, too. But we can't. I'm sorry, Jimin." Seokjin apologises.