The Last Boy Scout

2

"He got the call."

I'm glad Taehyung ended his live video a few minutes ago.

Jimin put his phone down and sat up straighter.

I sat up, too.

We all looked surprised, but we knew it was going to happen sooner or later.

Namjoon hyung steps up. The three of us get up and embrace him. The four of us hug.

We let go, and I see the look on PD Nim's face. He looks hurt and empty inside. Out of everyone who works at BigHit, it is him who has changed the most since I first met him.

"It's going to be alright," Namjoon hyung comforted us. "I will be fine. Don't worry about me. Worry about yourselves."

V-ssi spoke for the first time in a while today; "What will happen to Bangtan?"

Namjoon hyung was calm. He's usually calm in situations like this.

"Everything will be alright. Bangtan will still be a band," he assures, naturally putting the needs of the band before himself.

PD Nim spoke up. "The three of you could become a sub-unit." He proposed. You are all part of the vocal line, and Jungkook, you can rap, if you want."

Jimin gave PD a look that said: Are you kidding me?

"It was just a suggestion," PD Nim added. He looked down, knowing none of us would want to do the sub-unit anyway.

PD Nim changed the subject. "There's also...something else you should know. Namjoon, you should hear this too."

We all gathered near PD Nim.

"I received another call, and..." he hesitated.

"And what?" V-ssi was becoming impatient.

"A-and, Min Yoongi..."

"Is what? What??" Jimin looked dead serious. His eyes became wider and his phone clattered to the floor.

"Yoongi is injured." PD Nim look more injured than Yoongi probably was.

All was quiet.

"I'm sorry," PD Nim looked down at the shiny white floor.

Jimin quickly got up to his feet. He looked frustrated. He stormed out of the room in a hurry. I heard him mutter something under his breath, like, "It's all your fault."

V-ssi and Namjoon hyung looked pained, too. I didn't know what to do or say. My thoughts weren't clear.

I got up as well. "I'm going home," I say.

PD Nim didn't stop me. He's become more laid back these days. He knew we were all going through a tough time, so he just let us be.

Outside the BigHit building, I put on a mask and a white cap. I change out of my lumber boots and stuff them into my backpack. I pull out a pair of running shoes and slip them on. I didn't want to be noticed by fans, especially at a time like this.

I began walking to the bus stop. I saw a crushed pop can on the sidewalk and started to kick it with every step I took.

I didn't realize where I was going, and bumped into someone.

"I'm sorry," it was the voice of a male. Phew. I wasn't good with females. Fans, sure.

I bowed at him. He wore a mask and a cap, too. "It's alright," I say.

The man stopped and stared at me. "J-Jungkook?"

I froze. I didn't know who this guy was. He was tall, and wearing a grey overcoat covering his clothes. He wore nice black shoes.

"Who are you?" I ask.

He begins to peel away the mask from his face. His skin had nice honey brown melanin. He took off his cap revealing parted hair dyed a dark blue. I gasped.

"It's me," he said with a crooked smile. "Kim Mingyu."