Thirty-Seven

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"NAMJOON!"

He ignored Jimin's frantic cry, rushing outside to get to Yoongi as quick as he could, "NAMJOON!" The zombie was looking between him and Jimin frantically as he barrelled towards him, a hardness in his eyes that he didn't recognize but continued forwards anyways.

"You and Jimin need to leave now. I will guide you to the pass, there is a village on the other side of the mountain and when you get there go towards the cave by the temple. No one goes there, it is abandoned, I have been the only one to use it and each time no one has bothered me since it is far out of the way. Not even Jungwoo knows about it. When I would go on missions in order to bide my time in order to heal my wounds before I would have to go back to my cave. If I am not there by tomorrow evening leave without me and presume me dead."

Yoongi was nodding along, following his every word but Jimin was pulling at his arm and forcing him to look at him. "Namjoon what the fuck are you talking about right now?! I'm not leaving without you. What the hell is going on?!"

"There is no time to explain you two need to leave now!"

"Then you are coming with me!"

"I can't!"

"Are you going back to him?!"

Namjoon stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes and heart filling with hurt instantly at the insinuation, but he really couldn't blame Jimin. They still barely knew each other after all. How could he blame him for seeing him that way at all, that was all anyone had ever known of him, what he had always been, nothing but a loyal pet to Jungwoo. His silence must have been taken as a confirmation because anger spread through their bond as well as Jimin's entire stance and face. "Are you fucking serious right now, your going back to him aren't you, after everything, your seriously doing this. You are seriously something else, a real piece of work Namjoon. Well go the fuck ahead. Run along to your fucking Master you-"

"ENOUGH!"

Yoongi suddenly stood in-between them, fury radiating off of him in waves, and he had never been more grateful to the zombie then in that moment. He couldn't speak, everything was starting to hurt, and all Namjoon wanted to do in that moment was run away. To get away from Jimin and... he wasn't sure what he would do after that, but everything was starting to really hurt and he was starting to feel a little cloudy in his mind when right now he needed to focus. He needed to get the others away so that he could face Jungwoo's beast on his own. They wouldn't survive, and he seriously doubted that he would as well, but if anything he could keep it away from them and the village for as long as he could and divert it somewhere else before trying to make an escape. This thing was most likely after him anyways. It shouldn't be that hard to distract.

"CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Yoongi was grabbing Jimin by the back of the neck and bending him over in a bowed position, a firm grip holding him still before he shoved him away and turned back to him.

"What's coming this way Namjoon? I can feel it, I heard what you were saying in there, what do you think it is?"

His mind felt so far away from him, but he needed to focus. Needed to get back to himself somehow so he grabbed Yoongi's hand gently and tried to just listen to the sound of his voice so that he didn't float away. This was important. He just needed to focus. "I-I-I don't know what it is, there is no," He swallowed and closed his eyes tightly so that he could concentrate better, his breaths coming in shallow and harsh, "There is no name for this. He created it. But it is most likely after me. It will kill you both, kill the village. I need to distract it."

Everyone was silent as he spoke and panic gripped harder at his chest, "I promise I'm not going back to him, I promise, I'm sorry, I-" Breathing was suddenly very hard to do so he squatted down to the ground at his knees and held his head in his hands by the back of his neck. Silence still echoed dangerously around him when someone, it could have been Yoongi or Jimin, knelt next to him and brought him into a hug.

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