'血、汗、涙 (blood, sweat, and tears)

Two

a/n: based off of the korean mv but yeah. theres like 42857498573 ships if you squint also

"You know..." Yoongi stared deep into his eyes, which had changed into a shade of blue.

"What?" Jungkook watched him, intrigued, as he grew gradually closer. Their foreheads were touching. The smell of smoke from the other room entered his lungs and he took shorter breaths, hoping to get it out of his system.

"I love you." He turned away, suddenly interested in the window and what Hoseok was doing on the other side. Jungkook said nothing, beginning to piece together the events at the end of their lives. He stiffened, realizing too many things all at once.
The other rooms were silent, and he was left to his own thoughts.

His friend stood and touched his arm. "Look." He turned towards the window, seeing Hoseok facing it, staring in with a blank face. He was aiming a bow directly at Yoongi's head.

They both ducked down instinctively. The glass shattered, and the arrow stuck into the wall. Jungkook stood in front of him and whispered, "Go get Jimin. It's okay." He nodded and ran out of the room, taking a last look before leaving.

Hoseok stepped through the hole in the glass and set his weapon on the ground. He raised his hands to eye level and stared at them before dropping to his knees. Jungkook came closer slowly, wanting to do something but afraid.

Jimin rushed in with Yoongi close behind. He pushed past Jungkook, crouched down and put his hands on Hoseok's shoulders. "What's going on?" He held him close and bit his lip, trying to keep his composure.

Jungkook picked up the bow and carried it into the other room. He looked around frantically for a place to hide it. He settled for under the bed, and he threw it under. Namjoon watched him from the couch, curious. "It's happened again?"

He nodded and sat on the bed. "I wish we could just go back." Jungkook frowned, feeling eyes on him. He looked up in the doorway and froze.

Namjoon had already gotten up, advancing toward the unwelcome visitor with a dangerous look in his eyes and his hand in a fist, a shard of glass in the other.

"Joon, wait!" He jumped up and grabbed his shirt.

Seokjin stayed where he was and shook his head. "I want to get you out of here. Something's wrong. You shouldn't be here yet."

Jungkook let go of his friend's shirt and stepped forward. "How can I believe you?"

He went quiet and held out a faded photograph.