"home"ophobic // namjin

"escape?"

"He's in vital condition."

Remember that plan I had to get out of the asylum?

Well it didn't exist.

So fuck me.

Oh and Yoongi is coming to see me.

So fuck me again.

..................

It had been at least two hours before I finally decided that Yoongi wasn't coming.

I mean, why would he? He hates me. He wants me to die.

"Sir?" The Doctor called as she opened the door. "We have spoken with the authorities and learned about your current situation. They thinks it's best that we let you go to your friends accompaniment." She scribbled on her clipboard before turning it towards me. "Sign here. Than you're free."

I grabbed- more like violently ripped- the pen from her. I didn't care if my signature was legible... as long as it was there.

I scribbled something that somewhat resembled Seokjin and handed it back. She motioned for me to follow her.

I followed her through the dumb crazy place. When we reached the desk, she handed me my necessities: phone, clothes etc.

I rushed out of that place.

Seven missed calls
Namjoon♥️

Twenty texts
Hobiiiiiii, Yoongs

I called Namjoon back.

"Hey?"

"Yoongi got into a car accident."

I froze.

"Is he okay?!"

".....no. Jimin is hysterical. I-I think he died."

"On my way. Send me the address." I hung up. Namjoon sent his location, which was luckily a few blocks away.

As I was walking, I spotted the crime scene.
And I wish I didn't.
You could tell the car was on its way to the asylum.

I ran the rest of the way to the hospital. I gagged as I entered. I'm so sick of white.

I spotted Namjoons unmistakable purple hair.

And than Jimins.

I walked towards the two. And for the second time today I regretted doing so. They were in a heated makeout session.

That's not what bothered me.

What bothered me was that Namjoon was top.

"Ya know if you try hard enough you could make magenta...." I scoffed. They both turned to look at me. "I know we weren't really official, but I figured you would at least have the decency to not go around eating my best friends." I smiled vaguely and walked past them. I heard Namjoon call my name, but I didn't care.

The sight was horrible. Yoongis head was covered in blood and there was a gash in his side. The bandages were starting to be bled through.

"Yoongi!" I cried as I rushed to his side. "I'm sorry..... it's my fault." I grabbed Yoongis hand. He was still unconscious, or so I thought.

"N-no it's not. J-Jin I'm sorry. I should've helped y-you." Yoongi stuttered. I yelped.

"Are you going to die?" I whispered. He nodded.