This Wild Love // Yoongi

The Cat from 8 Years Ago

The first fist flies from Yoongi. It lands squarely -- painfully -- in the center of one employee's face the moment as he lunges through the door, eyes wild with the rage of a smoldering fire that's been fanned for too long, fed too much. The force of his punch had sent several other employees tumbling to the floor.

"Y-Yoongi!" Tae peeps.

"Yoongi-hyung," he scolds.

"Yoongi-hyung...take a right down the hallway." Taehyung is back to his GPS duties, dutifully holding Yoongi's phone next to his ear to take directions from Namjoon.

Yoongi leans back to grasp my hand tightly. He pulls me into the hallway with him, but the employees are blocking the way out.

Seemingly occupied as the closest employees recover from their temporary shock, Yoongi looks up at the ceiling. He scratches his chin.

"Now really isn't the time to be looking at the sky," I cough purposefully.

"How tall is the ceiling?"

"What?"

Yoongi turns back to glare at me. I quickly avert my gaze, still feeling awkward from his previous manuevers in the office.

"I'd say 16 feet...?"

"Get on my back," he demands.

The first recovered employee takes a swing at Yoongi while he's not paying attention, but Taehyung comes forward and knocks the guy's lights out.

Growling as he does so, Yoongi takes my arms and wraps them around his neck. He kneels down, grabs my legs, and lifts me up into the air.

"Yoongi! Put me--"

--is as far as I get before he takes a massive leap, right into a swarm of employees.

My grip around his neck and his waist instinctively tightens. Knowing that I've locked myself to his back, he lets go of my legs and starts fighting with the crowd.

Taehyung comes flying over someone else's head. He knocks into a different crowd of employees, creating chaos as he brings the phone back up to his ear to listen to Namjoon.

"Downstairs? Why bother? Ah...okay. Right. Wait."

Taehyung crouches and launches off from the floor. He crashes next to Yoongi and I.

"We need to get down two levels before we get out. The fall from this floor could be a bit troublesome."

Fall...?

"No time." Yoongi bites his lip. I can see what means. This floor is getting more crowded by the minute.

Having finally created a pathway, he and Taehyung rush to the right and break free from the crowd. The stampede of footsteps behind us is terrifying.

"You know they're all licensed killers...right?"

"Yep."

"Why did you come here then?"

"To get you."

Guilt floods through me. This entire operation is much more dangerous than I think they realize. But... "Why?"

Taehyung whirls around to face Yoongi and I, having reached a wall of glass panes at the end of the hallway.

He suddenly smiles vibrantly. The warmth in his expression catches me off guard, but it puts me at ease.

"It's no fun around here without an eighth troublemaker," he teases.

Then he turns to the glass pane and gulps.