One night murder

Chapter 16

Yoongi shot his eyes open, panic taking over his senses as his head whipped around.

"Hey, kid, take it easy", a voice murmured next to him. The black haired boy looked towards the sound, and saw an old man sitting next to him. He spoke with a thick Busan dialect.

"W-what?" Yoongi managed to spit out. He felt like he was sinking down in a gigantic ocean, looking up at what was going on over the surface, not understanding anything.

"Calm down, kid. Are you having a panic attack or something?" the man asked, sounding slightly more concerned now. Yoongi shut his eyes hard, trying to remember where he was. 

He heard the steady buzzing of a large vehicle driving along modern roads. He heard birds chirp, he heard cars drive past, he heard honking in the distance. The boy pressed his palms against the crown of his head, focusing on steadying his breath.

The old man next to him put a hand on his shoulder, which made him flinch, his heart racing, his brain screaming at him that he had to get away, he had to hurry up, but he didn't know why and that only made his brain scream louder, drowning out everything else.

"Hey, hey, everything is alright, there is nothing dangerous here", the old man tried to help. He had his hands up in front of him with his palms towards Yoongi to show that what he said was true. "Breathe, okay? Breathe in deep, like this".

The man was trying his best to calm down Yoongi, who at this point had started hyperventilating, his eyes flicking around, searching for something.

He was on a bus, a large one at that. Other passengers had began to notice the commotion, stealing glances and whispering to each other.

"Where- where am I?" He puffed, trying to steady his breath, following as the man showed him.

"You're on the bus from Seoul to Busan, kid. You fell asleep a little hour ago", the man said, again daring to put his hand on the boy's shoulder. This time, Yoongi accepted it, memories slowly starting to flood his brain.

"Were you surprised?"

"...why don't you just have fun figuring out how you're going to escape the police, and then maybe you should be concerned about your little friends back in Seoul" .

He heard the small boy's voice running through his head like an icy liquid, cooling him down, draining him of energy.

His breathing steadied, his heart still pounding in his ears.

"There you go, son", the old man said with a slight smile. When Yoongi looked at him, he seemed like he could be Yoongi's own grandfather. His hair was white and his features could be described as cosy.

"Don't mind all those other people staring. We'll soon arrive in Seoul, so don't worry, okay? Just nudge me if you need anything", the man said, and Yoongi gave him a grateful half-bow; as much as he could do when sitting down with his seat belt on.

And just as he had said, they arrived in Seoul only half an hour later.

Yoongi was still paranoid even after the most extreme panic had subsided. He was constantly flicking his eyes around as he got off the buss, looking to see if a certain blond boy was following him.

He didn't care bowing to the older man, rushing in the direction of Namjoon and Jin's apartment complex as soon as his feet stepped onto the ground.

But even though he had probably looked around him more than twenty times, he still didn't notice the small man at the back of the buss, wearing a black hoodie and a cap, that also just happened to be going in the direction of Namjoon and Jin's apartment complex.

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Two protective, strong arms wrapped around Jin's waist where he was standing in the kitchen of the apartment, cutting carrots to have in the soup.

"Hey, Joonie", the boy cooed, continuing to do his work.

"Hey, Jinnie", the other boy chirped. Even though there were lots of thoughts on his mind, his boyfriend always managed to put him in a good mood. It had been like that from the beginning, their relationship built on a foundation of trust, love and admiration.

"What are you making?" Namjoon asked, Jin humming slightly.

"Soup", Jin answered shortly, and Namjoon could hear through his voice that a beautiful smile was gracing his face.

"I can't wait, I'm so hungry", the youngest of them said, moving away to sit down at the table.

After a few minutes of silence, Jin's phone suddenly started ringing.

"Ah, I have to get this, can you continue cutting these for me, sweety?" Jin asked cutely, turning towards his boyfriend with a smile. Namjoon nodded, standing up as the other boy walked out of the kitchen.

As Namjoon began clumsily cutting the vegetables laying in front of him, his mind began wandering, just like it always did when he got a moment to himself. It wandered to a certain raven haired boy, who no one knew where was at the moment.

Or, at least, they thought that no one knew where he was.

Namjoon's bond with Yoongi went deep. He dared say it was even deeper than the bond he had with Seokjin.

Of course, he would never date Yoongi, just the thought made him scrunch up his nose. But all those hours Yoongi had spent crying on his shoulder through high school, all those late night conversations, all those good memories...

Thinking about them now made his heart ache.

Where was Yoongi? When would they ever see each other again?

And as these thoughts crossed Namjoon's mind, Jin came back into the kitchen with a smile on his face, and it would seem Namjoon would get his answers faster than he expected.

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Hello~ It's half past midnight, and I have work tomorrow at nine..... 

Well, anyway, here is another chapter, I hope you enjoyed it! It's very close to the end now!

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-FullMoonKiss