We might die

Chapter 2

Some of the members find each other immediately, after being released from the starting point. It's to be expected, the soldier who's watching with Namjoon tells him. Groups that are close always find each other. But it won't last long. With death looming in the air, alliances always break, sometime or another.

Seokjin, who's released first, is alone, heading towards the beach it seems. Yoongi and Hoseok are going in the same general direction, but taking a winding path through the forest, where the abandoned residences are. Jimin waits for Taehyung and they go in the other way, arms slung over each other's waist. Jungkook, the youngest, is the last to leave, and he stands outside the door for a little while, scowling at the weapon he found in his assigned backpack: a frying pan.

Namjoon already knows what all the weapons are, since he was right there when the soldiers stashed them into the bags, half-drunk. Their drunkenness would definitely explain their twisted sense of humor. They assigned Seokjin a mirror, cackling that at least he could make sure he looked good for the cameras. Namjoon felt nauseous. How in the universe did they expect poor Jin to fight with that? And Jin looked good with or without a mirror, thank you very much!

Namjoon could have switched it out—he had the time, the opportunity. The soldiers had gone outside drinking, they wouldn't have seen nor heard. But he knew that when they came back and checked and realized that the mirror had been replaced (it was a huge mirror and kind of impossible to miss), they would probably just get their petty revenge by swapping it with something even worse. A mirror was not a great weapon but it was at least better than, say, a rubber ducky.

Yoongi and Hoseok have stopped to compare weapons. A stupid move, the soldier watching with Namjoon declares. Especially stupid if the weapons that are being compared vary drastically in terms of usefulness. As it is in Yoongi and Hoseok's case.

Hoseok has the best weapon of them all, a shotgun. Yoongi has an MP3 player.

"Might as well find out what songs it's got," he drawls, putting in one earbud and giving Hoseok the other. They stay silent for a few moments, listening. Namjoon is considering giving commentary on the situation, on how ironic it is that Yoongi's weapon is his favorite thing, music, and that, well, at least he can use the earphone cords to strangle someone if he really wants to, when Yoongi begins vigorously nodding his head, jamming along. Then he starts to rap out loud.

"A to the G to the U to the STD!"

Beside him, Hoseok doubles over with laughter.

"I can't believe this," he chokes out, eyes brimming with mirth. "You got your own mixtape as a weapon."

Yoongi sighs. "And you have a shotgun. So fucking unfair."

Namjoon wishes he is imagining the look on Yoongi's face when Hoseok is facing another direction, but he knows he isn't, because the soldier watching with him (Damien, he said his name was) whistles.

"Damn. Dude wants that shotgun for himself."