𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟕

Taehyung and Jimin sleep hugging each other on the sofa, his foreheads leaning against each other. Namjoon and Seokjin observe them, the eldest sniffing softly. He rests his head on Namjoon's shoulder, while the leader leans on him. 

They didn't mutter a single word since they arrived at the apartment. Hoseok refused to be with them and locked himself inside his room. He hasn't come out since then.

Jungkook silently approaches the two males, two warm cups in hand.

"I ordered some tea. I thought you may want some."

Seokjin offers him a small smile and reaches out his hand. "Thank you, Jungkook."

Namjoon grabs the other cup and pats the sofa next to him.

"What can I do for you?" He spares a glance to the two sleeping boys.

Jimin lets out a light wine, his eyebrows frowning. He must be having a nightmare.

"This is enough," Namjoon takes a sip. "Thank you. . . Thank you for helping us with Hobi before. Actually, we. . ." He blinks, staring at the ceiling to avoid Jungkook's eyes.

The youngest notices the discomfort. "Don't worry, I understand."

"Thank you." Namjoon voice cracks.

Seokjin gulps. "Joonie, do you think he's still alive?"

Namjoon sighs, lowering his head. " I- I don't know, Jinnie. It's been many hours. He could have hit his head, or his back, or his legs. Or maybe he's alive and conscious trapped in there."Namjoon clenches his jaw. "I should have listened to him."

"Namjoon, it's not your fault. We didn't know it would collapse so quickly. None or all of us could be trapped there right now."

Tears start running Seokjin's face. "What if he heard Hobi? What if he's waiting for us to come save him? What if he died waiting? What if—"

Namjoon caresses his hair and places a light kiss. "Shh, baby. We'll come back and look out for him. I promise." Namjoon blinks his tears away, guilt eating him inside. 

"It's almost midnight. Do you think the police left? The sooner we get there, the better." Jungkook proposes. 

"Perhaps, but it's dangerous. We don't have enough lanterns and the road it's not illuminated enough. We should come back at sunrise."

"What if we use Blacky's front lights? Namjoon, Yoongi can't wait any longer. Tomorrow can be too late." Seokjin proposes, the pain turning in adrenaline flowing through his body. "We can do it if we stick together."

"Jin has a point. I'm in."

Namjoon nods, taking a sip of the warm drink. "Should we wake them up?"

"Let me go check on Hobi. We should tell him first."

Seokjin places the cup in the small table and runs to Hoseok's room. He knocks on the door a few times, but he doesn't answer.

"Hobi. . . It's me, Seokie. Open the door, please."

Nothing.

"We need you to rescue Yoongi. You know before was too dangerous. . . We couldn't stay. . . We want to save him as much as you do. You understand it, right?"

The adrenaline turns into panic, when there's still no answer. He couldn't have fallen asleep. "Hobi?"

He unconsciously turns the knob and the door opens. Seokjin raises his eyebrows, pushing the door completely open. The last time he checked he couldn't open the door.