Until We Drown : Vhope

【パート9】

Hoseok takes it upon himself to stop by the quarantine room more often, offering to take over Namjoon's guard shift with a convincing spiel about how he needed a break from all the extra training he'd been doing with the other members. Namjoon is easily convinced because he couldn't stand being stuffed in a room hours at a time with nothing to do. He isn't surprised,Namjoon was the type that was always on his feet and enjoyed being busy. A sitting job just wasn't his thing.

Jimin had found him asleep, shirtless, and bandaged when he entered the room after the incident last week. Hoseok had jumped and stood up too quickly, all the blood rushing to his feet, and he ended up falling backwards with his head spinning. He could see Taehyung in his peripheral
vision lean forward, but Jimin had lunged forward too and caught him before he hit the floor.

As for the bandage, he'd made up some dumb excuse about getting hurt during combat practice from one of the knives, which didn't explain why he was shirtless, but Jimin didn't question him further, and he was thankful Jimin wasn't one to push matters. His shoulder felt significantly better, and although sore, he could actually move his arm without the feeling of pain shooting up the right side of his body. He had gingerly thrown his shirt over his head before leaving the room,glancing behind him to see Taehyung watching. He stalled till Jimin was looking away before
flashing a small smile at Taehyung as he left.

The image of Taehyung's smiling face replayed itself in Hoseok's mind the rest of the day.

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Yoongi kneels along the rooftop's edge, staring down to observe the Divenire squad just below him. There's only three of them tonight getting ready to separate to guard different grounds for the last few hours before sunrise, blending in with the night in their fitted black tees and pants. Yoongi thinks he should be heading back now, but he wants to wait for the right time, the right momentwhen his mind won't wander into dangerous territory on his way back home, when he doesn't need to question Taehyung's safety.

He watches as the other two retreat in different directions quietly, leaving one to guard the area that Yoongi had been loitering in for the past three hours. It's Jimin, Yoongi can tell by his messy light brown hair and squared shoulders. He had been observing long enough to know Jimin got
nervous when they broke off into individual groups, shifty eyes and white-knuckled grip a dead giveaway to his shaky demeanor, and he wasn't the best at hiding his nervousness, which made him an easy target.

On several occasions, Yoongi had doubted Jimin's abilities, thinking he would be dead by sunrise,but to his surprise and slight amusement, Jimin was a fighter, determined and hardworking in the sense that he fought hard to survive for the Divenire, not for himself.

He had traits Yoongi wished he embodied as alpha of his group, and deep, deep down, he admired the boy for the code he lived by.

Yoongi watches as Jimin glances around before jumping up to grab hold of the ladder at the back of the apartment complex, yanking it down and making his way up to the rooftop. And it's funny,kneeling on parallel rooftops with the enemy when he didn't know he was being watched. He could easily jump to the next rooftop, maybe even have Jimin as a late night snack. But he knew that the Divenire were trained well enough to be able to protect themselves even in situations where they were caught off-guard.

So instead, he waits a few minutes, watching Jimin stare into the flashing lights of the city, neon signs and headlights reflecting in his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

"Calming, isn't it?" Yoongi says, loud enough for Jimin to hear.

Jimin is shocked out of his daze, swiftly whipping around towards the source of the voice, guard up and ready to attack. His eyes land on Yoongi, and he cautiously takes a step backwards, eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare move," he growls, reaching one hand to the back of his belt and resting a hand on his switch blade.