𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐𝟔

Thick air hangs inside the van, the Bangtan Boys oddly quiet on their way back home. They should celebrate their win and Namjoon's return. . . They've gained their freedom and their boyfriend, but why does no one feel like throwing a party?

Not even Mr. Jung Hoseok, who keeps his gaze fixed in front of him, piercing Yoongi's head with his eyes.

Tiger drives absently along the empty road, his mind repeating the conversation with Jimin like a broken record. He presses harder on the gas when the deathly breakup echoes in his mind. Hell, why isn't Taehyung taking control? None died. We're fine.

Fine, what a lie.

He steps harder on the pedal and Blacky growls. It jolts to a stop, their heads slamming against the headrests.

Seokjin groans. "Tiger, what was that? Is there a cat on the road?"

"Do you even know how to drive?" Yoongi complains, gritting his teeth. "You almost broke my neck. Focus when you're driving."

"I am foused." The alter argues, tightening his hands on the steering wheel.

"Didn't look like it." The cat-eye boy remarks in a whisper.

Even if Yoongi's head spun, thought after thought, to the point he wanted to open the door and jump, he caught from the corner of his eye the sudden changes in Tiger's facial expressions, as if he was also having an internal monologue with himself.

The unstable surges in speed confirmed his assumption—the slam, the breaking point.

"Is everyone alright?" Namjoon's deep and comforting voice makes Jimin shut his mouth before he can express his complain.

It reminds him that Namjoon came back, fully.

He's the Namjoon everyone fell in love with.

He wouldn't want me to fight. "Yeah—I think so. I'll need a neck message when we get home."

"We need to talk when we get home." Hoseok reminds them, drily.

Yoongi turns his head to the window with a silent sigh. These words are meant for him, and it feels sharp as a stab.

Namjoon kisses Jimin's nape to soften the pain.

Tiger glances at the rearview mirror. The tiny hope Jungkook may be looking at him? Gone. The tattooed boy runs the tip of his tongue over the piercing, head lowered. What's on your mind, Bunny?

He gets the car moving again before the tension escalates into a fight between Yoongi's bad-decision-making and his emotional-driven-driving skills.

He swallows the question lingering on his tongue, Is Bunny okay? He checks on Jungkook from time to time, but the boy remains quiet, staring holds into his lap.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Seokjin rubs the back of his ear as Yoongi sits next to him. I shouldn't let him do the talking. Not yet.

"Well?" Hoseok demands, arms folded across his chest.

Seokjin takes a breath. "We're sorry. We didn't mean to hurt you -"

"I'm asking Yoongi."

"Seokie, this is my fault too."

"He had the idea."

"And I agreed."

"Don't bother," Yoongi breathes, placing a hand on his boyfriend's thigh. He raises his head. "I wanted to kill Bang PD. This is what everyone wanted, or will you pretend you're not happy that bastard is gone for good?"