𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟎𝟐

The heart breaking cries from Seokjin reach the living room, alarming the boys. Tiger, who chewed on his food before anyone else, swallows quickly and lets the chopsticks down.

"Stay," Yoongi orders. "I can take care of it."

Yoongi clears his throat with a prominent frown and Namjoon comes back to his senses. His heart stops at Yoongi's deadly glare, his face going pale.

Namjoon's trembling hands hang in the air, almost brushing Seokjin's waist.

The elder sniffs and slowly pulls away, missing Namjoon's warmth instantly.

Yoongi's face becomes blurred as more tears stream down his face. Oh no, is he mad at Joonie?

Yoongi extends his hand, while the other remains into a fist, his knuckles turning white. Seokjin takes it, unable to form a coherent sentence.

"Go." Yoongi whispers lovingly in Seokjin's ear.

The eldest gives him one last look, silently pleading him don't do anything you'll regret.

"You, come with me." Yoongi commands sternly.

When Namjoon stays trembling in his spot, Yoongi holds his wrist and pushes him out of the room.

"I - I didn't do anything."  The silver haired whines after finding his balance.

"I know." Yoongi throws him his jacket. "Take it, we're going out."

Hoseok runs to the entrance as Yoongi puts his own black jacket on.

"What are you doing?" Hoseok breaths, alarmed. "You haven't eaten yet. What happened? Jin won't tell us."

Jimin holds Seokjin closer, letting him cry on his shoulder. All of them but the crying male turn their heads towards Yoongi, witnessing the situation from the living room.

"Just trust me. You," he points at Namjoon, "out."

Namjoon looks at Hoseok, shaking his head.

Hoseok bounces his feet, resting his hands on his hips. "Yoogs, where are you going? If you need to talk, talk here. What if someone sees Namjoon? We can't let them catch us now, your plan isn't finished yet."

Yoongi pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling. "Babe, I've another plan. If it works, one of our biggest problems will get solved, 'kay? Didn't we agree on making Namjoon feel something? That's what I'm gonna do."

Hoseok scoffs. "Babe, you look like you want to kill him. How's that supposed to help? You scare him."

Yoongi whispers in Hoseok's ear, "Exactly."

Yoongi fixes the gun inside his jean's back pocket and Namjoon's soul leaves his body. He holds onto the doorknob, his legs shaking.

"Come on petal, we've got work to do."

Namjoon's eyes wide. "Work?!"

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Yoongi drives for half an hour to a deserted field, while Namjoon stays still as a rock. He takes deep breaths in and deep breaths out during the whole journey.

He won't kill me. I'm his boyfriend. He won't kill me. He loves me.

He repeats the same mantra in his head over and over again. He gets out of the car, his shoes stepping against the vivid and humid grass.

He breathes in, the chilly air filling his nostrils. Large mountains impose themselves in the distance, fog kissing their tips.

Birds chirp in the nearby trees, It's a great place to die.