This Wild Love // Yoongi

Sealed Lips

"The last time you watched an episode of this show, the ending was spoiled. You have to promise you won't spoil it this time," Hoseok demands from the living room. I glare at him and Namjoon from the kitchen. 

"It wasn't me who spoiled it! Namjoon figured everything out before the first ten minutes were done playing through."

"It was clearly the landlord's wife," Namjoon argues. "But if she doesn't die in the next episode, then won't the sheriff be the murderer?"

"The sheriff is out of town. How would that happen?" Hoseok's eyes glare the TV screen, trying to figure out the final delicate puzzle piece.

"We're home!" Bringing my attention away from the oven, I watch as the rest of the guys pile into the living room, quickly closing the door and getting out of sight.

"We were just about to watch another episode," Hoseok offers to the guys. He raises his arms on the couch and tilts his head. "Want to join in?"

Jungkook breaks away and happily leaps onto the couch with his bare feet. His ecstatic nature charges the room with intense excitement. "Guess what we got from back home? I begged Jin-hyung."

"What?"

"I'll tell you after the episode," Jungkook chuckles. His wily smile infects Hoseok and before long the two of them are also debating who the murderer was with Namjoon. Taehyung tags along with Jungkook, casually asking Namjoon if aliens or ghosts are in the next episode.

The rest of the guys crowd around the kitchen counter.

"Noona~!" Jimin exclaims. His puppy eyes catch me off-guard as he hugs me from the side. I quickly pry him off and open the oven, knowing the other boys are probably looking for food. Undeterred, he asks while winking at me, "How's your back?"

"Doing much better," I admit while putting on mitts. "I'm finally moving around properly." I carefully lift the lower end of my shirt, revealing the makings of a partially-healed scar.

"You should be leaving a patch on that," Jin disapproved. "Do you have any in the bathroom? I had wrapped the area with gauze before, so why didn't you keep it protected?"

"The gauze is uncomfortable. It rubs against my skin. And I don't have patches." I reach into the oven. "Dinner is ready."

"The gauze is there to help you," Yoongi interrupts. He leans over the counter and frowns as I pull food from the oven. "Regardless of how it feels, you don't want to get an infection, do you?"

"I don't want an infection, but I dislike feeling restricted or restrained."

Even now, my thoughts are piled upon each other in the recesses of my mind, stacked precariously against the wind of an oncoming storm. My eyes drift to my phone.

I push the food up on the counter and take off the mitts. My phone slips into my pocket. "I'll be outside for a bit."

Before any of the guys can ask me what's wrong, I open the front door and head for the roof of the building, carrying a pair of keys offered to me by the owner of the building. She and I had gotten to know each other over the years.

Once I reach the rooftop, I glance at the sky. I'd expected the approaching night to be littered with the beauty of the moon and stars, if not a sunset.

To my dismay, clouds completely obscure the sky, bearing no regard for my mental stability and desperate need for sunlight. It gradually turns darker as I lean against the roof ledge, until the sky is no longer distinguishable from the clouds.

A few scattered lights coming from several buildings nearby help to illuminate my surroundings. I suppose those could be my suns.

I take out my phone and access my text messages. One message has been left unread. I quietly press on the chat and clench the sides of my phone while my teeth grit against one another.