Kim Namjoon
“You guys ready?”
Both of them nodded firmly.
I took one last look at the pile of inflammable and/or exploding stuff we had gathered at the center of the store.
“Yoongi, the grenade?”I held my hand out for the thing. He slipped it out of his bag, then hesitated.
“Come on, give it here.”
He seemed to be having an internal conflict as he stared at the oval metallic sphere. “Joon, I...”
He looked up at me, a clear request to not discuss it in front of Taehyung.
“Alright.” I relented. Whatever his reasons, he would tell me sooner or later. “We activate the bomb, run out the back door and not stop until and unless we reach the tunnel, are we clear?”
They nodded again.
“Good. Taehyung, you know what to do.”
He smiled. “See y'all soon,” and went first, the plan stating he act as a lookout until me and Yoongi join him.
As soon as he was out of earshot, I turned towards the latter.
“What is it?” I frowned.
“You know how in video games the grenades usually take like, a minute to explode?” He began.
I nodded.
“Well, this one...it's not that kind.”
“What are you—”
“I'm saying,” he interrupted me. “that this is programmed to explode the moment the key is pulled out.”
It took a moment for that to sink in.
“So that means one of us...”
“Yeah.” he affirmed.
Silence consumed the space around us, broken only by the guttural moans emitting from outside. The zombies were getting closer, and we were out of time.
“Okay, give it here. Run, find Taehyung.” I tried to grab the thing, but he swung it out of reach.
“Namjoon, no.” he gritted his teeth. “Please, you go.”
“Yoongi—”
“No, I deserve this. I left you guys, I'm...” he let out a choked breath. “I'm the bad guy in this story.”
I glared at him.
“You may be a lot of things,” I hiss. “An asshole, an idiot, a hero even.”
He chuckled at that, if only a bit.
“-but you aren't the bad guy.” I finish. “You were, quite honestly, the smartest one. I should've listened to you, I'm sorry.”
Without question, as if by pre-coordination, he moved forward, as did I, and wrapped each other in an embrace. I realized he was shaking, from fear, from anger, from tears, I couldn't tell.
“Please let me do this, Namjoon.” he uttered. “What use am I to the world, with respect to you? You can save us all.”
Even though I would never admit it, there was a slight truth in his words.
I gripped the back of his jacket. “There must be another way.”
“There isn't.”
Then, realizing how much time had passed, he pushed me away roughly, yet playfully, like he used to do in school.
“Go now. I'll see you guys again,” the corners of his lips turned upwards. “Someday.”
“Goodbye Yoongi.” I let out. He raised one hand and waved slightly, as a clear dismissal for me to get the heck out of the building.
And I did.
Pushing the door open, I started a mental countdown, as I allowed my numb legs to take me to where I knew Taehyung was hiding.
He poked his head out from behind the car, grinning. However, when he saw I was alone, the smile faded.
“Wh-... Joon, where's—”
Wordlessly, I grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the building.
18....17....16....15....
“Namjoon, where is he!?”
“Tae, please, come on—”
“No! What about—”
11....10....9....
“Oh God, Come on!”
I pulled harder, but our pace was slow. Taehyung wasn't moving, still waiting for Yoongi.
5....4....3....
My eyes widened.
..2...
At the last moment, I wound my arms around his waist and leaped back as far as I could.
.....1...0.
And the world disappeared in a blinding flash of white light.
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a/n; haha suffer peasants
haha suffer additionally peasants
+sorry for the late update oh well ╮(ツ)╭
