W I N G S

· Not Alone ·

After they all left the café to go home and rest, Namjoon went straight up to Tae. He noticed how he seemed distracted, like something was on his mind, so he decided to help him keep his mind busy.

"Hey, Tae, wait," he says placing a hand on Tae's shoulder. "I was going to do something fun, do you want to join me?"

He hesitated a bit, biting his bottom lip and avoiding Namjoon's eyes. What if something happened while he was away? What if he needed to be there?

"Tae," Namjoon said softly. "I can see something is bothering you and I'm not going to push you into talking about it if you don't want to. But I think you could use some distraction. So? You coming?"

"Sure, I guess..." he replayed, still thinking it wasn't one of the best ideas, but he knew Namjoon was right. He needed something to keep his mind busy, even for a little while.

They went to an old garage, it looked like no one opened it since a long time ago and its door looked a little rusty, but it was the perfect place for what Namjoon wanted to do. He threw his bag on the ground and started to look for something, making Tae watch him with curiosity. He handed him a can of spray paint and took one himself, then started to draw something on the garage door. Tae blinked, his eyes following his hyung's hand, then took a deep breath, trying to turn off his mind for a few hours and he lifted his hand to follow Namjoon's movements.

"I have literally no idea what I'm doing," he said.

"Me neither, that's the best part," Namjoon laughed.

He felt his lips curling into a small smile and he knew he was already better. He took a deep breath and kept on painting the door. He laughed at Namjoon's clumsiness, the poor guy managed to paint his own clothes too. He was okay. He was feeling good and he wanted to cherish that moment.

They kept on doing that for a while, until they heard sirens and saw a green light.

"Fuck, cops," Namjoon groaned. "Run, Tae!"

"Wait, what?" he looked confused at Namjoon who grabbed his bag and motioned for Tae to follow him.

He didn't think twice and started running towards the older guy, still a bit confused.

"Hyung, what's going on?" he asked, breathing hard.

"If they catch us we'll have to spend the night and I don't really want to."

Tae nodded and started to run faster, barely keeping himself from tripping over his own feet.

The cops ended up catching him, but their smiles didn't fade. They kept on smiling even when they were roughly pushed against the car.

They were taken to the station and questioned, then threw in a dark cell for the night.

"Well, this is going to hurt in the morning," Namjoon said, scratching the back of his neck looking at a small bed.

"It's okay, we'll live. Thank you, hyung. I really feel better."

"Don't thank me until we get out of here," he said with a big smile. "Shit, this place smells like feet!"

They laughed so hard they felt their cheeks burn and their stomachs ache but they didn't stop, they felt good.

The boys fell asleep on the hard mattress. They fell asleep smiling.

Kookie felt weird. He kept on thinking about Yoongi's wrist. He was obviously cutting himself, but why?

Then he realized, he never saw Yoongi with short sleeves. He always wore hoodies or leather jackets even if they were in the middle of the summer. Was it because his wrists had cuts on them? Wasn't it better to hide them with a few bracelets? Or maybe... Maybe there wasn't just his wrists. Maybe it was more to it. And Kookie wanted to know.