Non-bulletproof Boyscouts

Broken

Taehyung's pov

The next morning Namjoon-hyung took me aside.

"Taehyung-ah," he said: "That necklace, where did you find it?"

"It was on the ground," I said.

Namjoon-hyung grimaced and slowly asked if he could see it again. I took the necklace from under my shirt and showed it to him. He took a picture and thanked me. He walked away and almost bumped into the door on the way to his room.

Seeing the tags, I caressed them once more before putting them back under my shirt. As close to my heart as possible. 

I walked to the kitchen, where Jin-hyung and Jiminie were sitting, and opened the cupboard when Jungkook walked in.

"No bread?" I asked as I turned around. Jungkook sat down next to Jimin. We had to quit eating rice when we came here because the seven of us ate so much the local supermarket would have run out of rice and noodles otherwise.

"Hoseok has gone out to buy one," Jin answered.

"Oh ok," I said.

"He'll probably bring pastries too," Jimin said. Jungkook's eyes widened, he looked at me and we both made a victory pose.

"ah kyo..." Jin-hyung mumbled as he watched us.

Jimin giggled.

Hoseok's pov

The line at the bakery wasn't that long. There was only one girl in front of me. She was happily talking to the woman behind the counter. They spoke the local language and even though I tried, I couldn't completely understand what they were saying. Suddenly the baker walked in. He greeted the girl with a huge smile. They exchanged greetings and were smiling but when the baker asked something the girl froze. The woman behind the counter asked money for the bread. The girl gave way too much and ran out of the shop. The baker and the woman looked baffled. She pointed at the bread on the cutting machine and I realized that girl had left without her bread.

"Give it to me, I'll catch her," I said. The woman looked at me in surprise but quickly gave me the bread and the change. I ran out looking for the girl. I spotted her leaning against a wall, tears streaming down her face. I walked up to her and asked: "Are you ok?"

She turned her head away from me and mumbled: "I'm fine."

"This is yours," I said.

She turned around and looked at the money and bread.

"Oh... thank you," she said as she took the money and the bread from me.

"Are you sure you're ok?" I asked.

She looked up at me with a strange look in her eyes.

"I said... I'm fine," her voice was cold as ice. She turned around and walked away.

"Yoongi-hyung was right... rude girls here..." I mumbled to myself as I walked back to the bakery.

Luna's pov

I threw the bread somewhere in the kitchen and slammed the money on the table. I waited... no response. No one was home... again...

I yelled and ran to the living room. I flipped the coffee table, coasters rolled everywhere, took every pillow from the sofa and threw them in every direction. I looked at the single seat next to the cabinet with my mother's favorite lamp and started running towards it. I pushed the seat but lost my balance and fell with it. The lamp fell right next to me, shards flew everywhere, cutting my arm. The pain made me flinch. I sat up and looked at my arm. It was bleeding hard but I didn't need to go get stitches. I looked up and saw the mess I created.

"Sorry about the light mum..." I mumbled as I stood up and walked to the bathroom.

Hoseok's pov

If there's one thing I've learned in my time with the boys, it's that food makes you God until you've run out or they're no longer hungry.

After breakfast, I went to the practice room. I put on some music from a playlist. The first two songs were BTS songs, I danced their choreography's but something felt off. The third song was a song I had heard on the local radio. I closed my eyes and listened. I made some movements to try and create a dance but failed. Halfway through I opened my eyes and stared at myself in the mirror. I wasn't smiling. I quickly changed the song to one of ours. I danced the choreography but something felt off again. I stopped. It doesn't feel right! I looked at my hands and frowned, tears welled up. What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? I let out a frustrated yell. The music changed to a happy song. I couldn't stand it! I ran to the speaker, picked it up and threw it against the wall, shattering one of the mirrors.

I could hear footsteps coming so I burst out the practice room, bumping into Jungkook on my way out, and ran up to my room. On the stairs, I ran past Namjoon, Jimin and Yoongi-hyung.

Jungkook's pov

Having seen the broken mirror, I turned around and ran up the stairs. I wanted to run to Hoseok-hyung but Jimin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung stopped me. Behind them, I saw Namjoon-hyung by Hoseok-hyung's door.

I said: "The mirror it's..."

"Broken. We know," Yoongi said: "so is our angel."