Supernatural | BTS

October 31th, 7:06pm

"I'll go call the nurse, you stay here," Yoongi told Taehyung as he inched towards the door before Taehyung shook his head. For a split second, he swore Taehyung had switched back to his regular form, although appearing pale and sickly as he did so. "Do you just need some food?" Yoongi asked, shutting his eyes tight and stretching his arms out, as if presenting himself to Taehyung. Taehyung shook his head and slapped Yoongi's hands away. I don't need food! He could hear Taehyung scream in his head, I can do this, I swear. I took a human soul just a month ago, I should be able to stay alive for the next 10 years if I did so.

"No, you don't need that kind of food right now," Yoongi pulled his hands back and shook his head, "you just need some actual, human food. Let's go to the canteen. They've got food there." Taehyung shook his head and crossed his arms. I may not have enough energy for a human form, Yoongi heard Taehyung's thoughts, but I definitely have enough for something smaller. Yoongi groaned as Taehyung disappeared under a pile of clothes, only a small squirrel left peeking out from underneath.

"Tae," he grumbled, "you do realize that I can't clean up after you, right?" Well, get one of the others to do it, then, Taehyung squeaked. Yoongi rolled his eyes and headed to the door. "Follow me," he sighed, "we'll head back to the others. The ride must be over by now." Taehyung scurried after Yoongi, only to be left behind the door that hovered above him, Yoongi having passed through without a care in the world about the younger. Taehyung looked around the bathroom for another way out, his eyes landing on a window high up, right next to the stalls. He leapt onto the basins, then onto the stalls and, finally, onto the ledge of the window, making it out easily.

By the time Yoongi had reached the others, he still hadn't realized that Taehyung wasn't with him. He spotted Hoseok, Jimin and Jungkook hanging around the ride and rushed over to them. "Oh, Yoongi-hyung," Jimin said when he noticed Yoongi come over, "where's Taehyung?" Yoongi rolled his eyes. "He doesn't have enough energy to retain his regular form, so he changed into a squirrel or some shit and made a mess of clothes in the bathroom," he explained, "and now I need someone to help clean it up." Hoseok raised his hand and started walking off instantly. "Have no fear," he said, "I'll be back in a bit."

"So, where's he now?" Jimin raised an eyebrow. Yoongi turned around to point at Taehyung who was supposedly behind him, but instead, there was an empty patch of grass. He looked around, peered into the distance and if he were still alive, he'd be sweating madly by now. "Did you lose him?!" Jungkook freaked out. "H-He must have escaped from the window instead!" Yoongi exclaimed, "Dammit! I forgot he can't open huge doors like that!" Jimin shook his head. "It's alright," he said, "I'll go around the school and look for him. I can smell him out. You two just enjoy the night." Before Yoongi or Jungkook could protest, Jimin was already dashing off.

"Well," Jungkook sighed, "what do we do now?" Yoongi shrugged and looked around the area. "Wanna... walk around?" He asked, "Look for some stuff to do?" Jungkook's eyes lightened up for a bit before he saw through Yoongi's plans. He looked around and started walking off, Yoongi following closely behind him. He stalked him all the way to the back of the school, where there wasn't a single person in sight.

"If... it's about what you were talking about this afternoon," Jungkook muttered, "Hoseok-hyung told me what you really wanted." Yoongi's eyes widened and he swore that if there was blood running through him it would all be rushing to his head right now. "I'm sorry, Kookie," Yoongi said, "I know that if I do come back to life, I'll forget all about all of you, but I really wanna—"

"No," Jungkook shook his head, "no, you can't. I can't resurrect you. I'm sorry. Even if I really wanted to, I still can't help you." Yoongi wanted to break into tears. He gripped Jungkook's sleeves tightly, the only mark of him doing so being a light tug at the sleeves. "What do you mean?" He asked, choking out his words as if he really was crying, "What do you mean by that? What happened, did I do something?"