Instinct ☪︎ BTS [vault!au]

06 - "temperamental."

The clock on the wall read 5:49 am.

Yoongi's shift at a water purification room would start in eleven minutes and as of now he was in no state to do labour work.

He hadn't eaten anything in the past twelve hours, going to work for seven more hours without food would make him weaker...

He hadn't gotten any sleep at all either; sitting on the couch staring into space, thinking about his best friends...

The guys haven't return yet. Even though I'm still getting to know them I was still incredibly worried about them. And seeing Yoongi here beating himself up wasn't helping...

I still don't know what they were hiding in here that resulted in the spilled blood of one of our friends; or more...

I had cleaned it up several moments after Yoongi sat down, not wanting him to see it no more. He continued to stare at the now clean floorboards...

Eight more minutes...

"Yoongi?"

He didn't respond; obviously... It was going to be like this until the guys returned, huh?

"You should eat something. I can get you something before you go."

I'd gotten up from the couch opposite of him, rushing to the kitchen to fix up some toast at the least. But as I was retrieving the bread, Yoongi spoke calmly, his raspy voice being the after affect of not speaking for awhile whilst chain smoking...

"Don't bother. Gonna have to be stingy with how much food we use; won't be gettin' much anytime soon..."

"They'll still give us food, Yoongi."

"Not after this... Reputations, Jungkook. A very important thing in society...

"We'll... uh... We can go eat at diners if they don't give us personal food."

"I'd rather not have my food burnt and spit in."

'Your friends are paying for their crimes, not dead, asshole...'

"It'll sort its self out..."

Four more minutes.

"Alright, head out. And eat this on the way there. When you get back from work they'll be back, I assure you."

I handed him the piece of toast; he surprisingly started to eat it before he even left the front door.

"I hope you're not bluffing..."

With that he shut the door, leaving me alone in the quiet quarters by myself; for what seemed like the first time...

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3:24 pm.

Still no sign of them.

I was sitting in the spot where Yoongi was during the early hours; thinking and worrying and becoming a nervous wreck every time the clock entered a new hour...

Of course having nothing to do today seemed to make time move slower, although at some points I wished time went slower; so that way when Yoongi returned he'd be face to face with his best friends. And not to living quarters only occupied by one sad boy with temperamental issues.

I guess sitting here made me think more. More about the situation; trying to come up with an idea of what might happen and what might not happen...

The Guardsmen along with the Overseer wouldn't kill people would they?

Death from the cause of another person has not happened once in the vault before. The only way people die in here is by illness or age.

And if they were to kill everyone with possessions they weren't supposed to have they'd have the blood of all the lower levels on their hands... even I would be killed.

I had a pocket knife in which Namjoon gave to me the first day of officially being friends. However, I always kept it on me at all times...

He said that 'protecting yourself is key in the lower levels'. Fights break out and people get set off over small things, many people have had many injuries caused by homemade shivs and knives... none resulting in death though.

My thoughts were put to a halt when a knock sounded from the door, four to be precise. I rushed to it evidently, crashing into a knocked over dresser on the way there.

I unlocked the door without a second thought, hoping that it was the guys, unfortunately; I was wrong...