Instinct ☪︎ BTS [vault!au]

05 - "inspection."

Yoongi and I had left the Guardsmen Offices ten minutes ago and have yet to reach our quarters...

Fellow dwellers had been out in the hallways rushing about; some looked strangely angered whereas others looked worried. The category that Yoongi and I would definitely go under was frustratingly confused.

The clueless ones looking around watching as people rushed in and out of their quarters; seemingly a chaotic scene at 2:52 in the morning.

"What is going on?"

Yoongi muttered obviously not looking for an answer as we continued through the mess of people.

"Oh. Hey, Thompson!"

Yoongi suddenly called out to what supposedly was one of his friends.

"Hey, Man. Hey, Jungkook."

"Hey."

"Yeah, Hey. What the hell is happening?"

Yoongi spoke closely to the guy, talking above all the noise. I pressed up against the wall as a man ran pasted, without a doubt angered.

"Wait, What? Are you serious? Fuck."

I looked back to Yoongi, hearing his voice as he pulled back from the guy; a much more serious tone set in.

"Fuck, Fuck. Okay, Jungkook, we gotta go."

"What's going on?"

He had grabbed my shoulder, pushing me along with him as we maneuvered around others. Heading towards an elevator that would take us too the lower levels presumably; wherever Yoongi was planning on taking me that is.

He was rushing, just like everyone else only now he seemed off; nervous and worried as he pressed the elevator button repeatedly.

"Dammit! We're taking the stairs."

I followed closely as he roughly pushed through the crowd, yelling profanities every now and then when others wouldn't move.

Once he opened the stairway door I was hit with a gust of cold air; the stairwell was always cold.

"Yoongi! Are you going to tell me what's going on?!"

I yelled after him as he practically jumped each step, my words echoing off of the walls as I ran past other people on the stairs.

"It's- God - that fucktard! Inspection, Jungkook!"

He was obviously furious as he pushed through the door violently, leading us to our floor.

"Dude, is it that big of a deal?!"

"It's the biggest deal!"

He yelled back as we ran down the narrow corridor that was as equally crowed as the we floor were on previously.

We had reached our quarters in record time, faster than any other time. Yoongi had practically skidded to come to a stop at our door, with me almost hauling him over

The door was swinging on the hinge, Yoongi not hesitating to push it open; slamming it on the wall behind it.

What we both saw made us stop in our tracks; the entire room was trashed, most importantly blood decorated the floor, a pool of it also in the middle of the room.

"Oh, God."

"Guys?! Namjoon?! Jimin?! V-"

Yoongi went yelling around the quarters, calling out everyone as he searched for them; or their bodies.

It had only dawned on me now what inspection meant... I remembers being in my room when I was eleven, listening to the chaos and being assured by my mother that everything was alright. I hadn't know what had gone down the floors below me as I sat on my fluffy, perfect bed. Being privileged at the time... definitely; had its perks...

I had come to the conclusion that the guys were in possession of things they weren't supposed to have... but the blood; oh, god the blood.

"Who's blood-"

I wasn't scared, but I was emotionless either; ending up pulling harshly at my roots as I didn't know what to do in this situation, I didn't have experience in this obviously...

"Yoongi?!"

He came rushing out, also clutching his hair as I was...

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!"

He ended up knocking something made out of glass with the back of his hand all the way across the room, it shattering to pieces.

"They're not dead. Murder doesn't happen in the vault, right?"

I attempted at assuring the man but ended up aggravating him in the process.

"They could've of..."

"But we weren't the only ones who were inspected; they wouldn't kill that many people."

Yoongi stayed silent, resting his hands on top the counter, steadying his breath as he thought deeply about his friends.

"Close the door, will you."

He ordered, the noise in the hall was definitely nerve racking; so I ended up closing it without a second thought.

"If you're right? Which you probably are, considering you were once acquainted with the Overseer aka your father; they'll return once they've paid for their crime."

I tensed, at the talk of my father; but got chills during the last part. I never realized people had to 'pay' for their crimes like that...