Beneath the City ✔️

Home again

After walking a while with Yoongi we'd almost made it home. I crouched down, and knocked on the trapdoor in the road, marking out our home. A brief commotion could be heard inside, before the door swung open, and Namjoon stuck his head out.

'Perfect timing, Jin's just finished cooking.' He said with a grin. 'Welcome back.'

'Good to be back. Is it ok if we have a guest for lunch?' I asked.

'No problem,' He replied. 'we've never had enough food before, sharing's no problem. Who's your friend?' I looked at Yoongi to introduce hisself.

'Suga.' He said, and I made a mental note to keep is real name private. Namjoon climbed back down the ladder quickly. Then I paused, and frowned.

'Why does it smell like smoke?' I asked, taking in a breath. Namjoon stopped climbing, and looked up guiltily.

'Your mattress...' he said, trailing off.

'Why is my mattress burnt?' I asked narrowing my eyes.

'Well I was with Jin and...'

'And?' I prompted.

'We got a bit, um, excited.' He said grimacing. My jaw dropped as I stared at him in disbelief.

'On our bed?!' I accused, and he refused to meet my eyes.  I heard laughter and turned to see Yoongi doubled up with laughter. I shook my head in disbelief, before following Namjoon down the ladder.

'I'll never sleep again.' I muttered. Yoongi followed and stared in shock, before facing me.

'This is your home?' He asked, and I hesitated. 'But it's one room! You don't even have proper beds!' He exclaimed.

'You've seen the sort of bounties we have on our heads.' I explained. 'Even if people were on our side, they couldn't risk associating with us, the night guards scare the shit out of everyone, so it's near impossible to get any work.' I said.

'How's there enough space for the four of you?' He asked.

'This side.' I said pointing beside the ladder, 'is the kitchen and table area, and over there, 'I said pointing to the other half of the room, is where we sleep and relax, so we all fit.' Yoongi looked at the room. Dotted around were chairs, holding clothes, other necessities, and some of Namjoons books. 'It's enough.' I said. For a moment neither of us spoke.

'Food smells good.' He said, changing the subject.

'Thanks' Jin called out from the stove. I turned to face him, and was met by a face full of wool.

'I'm glad your safe.' Jimin said as he held me to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him.

'You're a good hugger.' I murmured.

'Maybe we should do this more often then.' he said, and I felt my face heat up slightly.

'So that must be Jimin,' Yoongi said behind us, 'the one who smelt like smoke was probably Namjoon, so the cook must be Jin, right?' He asked. I pulled myself away from Jimin and nodded.

'I'm surprised you worked it out that quickly.' I said.

'You described them all with a lot of care.' He recalled. 'Jimin how would you describe Y/n, I've heard about everyone else, what about her?' He asked. Jimin paused for a moment, contemplating what to say. I watched him expectantly.

'She is very brave, doing anything she puts her mind too, and it's scary sometimes, 'cause I'm scared she'll get hurt when I can't help. She's kind too, to her own detriment sometimes. Her smile is beautiful.' He said, and I could've sworn he had gone slightly pink.

'Food's on the table.' Jin called out, so we all drew up a chair, and Jimin went to get a spare for Yoongi. We all ate in relative silence, just enjoying the food. Jin had cooked us 'spag bol', a sort of tomatoey mincey pasta dish. I was the first to finish; after the events of the previous night, I had little appetite despite how good it smelt. Yoongi finished next, and began to get ready to leave.

'See you soon Y/n' he called out. He climbed up the ladder lithely.

'Bye Suga.' I called back, and the joined in, offering there own byes. Namjoon climbed up after him, and shut the door, putting on the latch.

Once he was gone, I picked up the plates and piled them up next to the stove for Jin to zap clean later. I walked over to a chair by a wall, and picked up my favourite red jumper. I pulled it on over my head, and breathed in the smell of Jin's cleaning magic. It was like an odd mix of disinfectant and roses. As My head came through I saw Jimin walking over to me with a concerned look on his face.

'I can tell something happened yesterday.' He told me quietly. 'You know you can talk to me.' He said, and I gave him a brief description of the attack.

'Jimin, I was so scared.' I whispered, pulling on my sweater. He reached out and took my hands in his, rubbing them soothingly.

'You're ok, and it's over.' He said softly. 'Lets go rest, and promise me you'll eat more tomorrow.' He urged.

'Promise.' I replied.