i don't like this game. | BTS OUTCAST AU

chapter 2: missing

namjoon's POV

i couldn't. i couldn't do this anymore. there was no way. there was no way i could stay here and play this "outcast" game normally. i've never played it "normally" once, anyways. all i wanted to do was get away, and if the game wouldn't let me delete it or anything, drastic times call for drastic measures. i wanted to get a new phone, but i had to transfer all my data to the new one, and since "outcast" was refusing to go, the game would still be on the newer phone, and i would be cursed forever. but, now, all i had to do was smash it, and everything would be okay. i could finally return to my old life, even though i didn't think i would before, and jaehwa and i's relationship wouldn't be separated by this weird wall of insanity and paranoia. 

i clutched my phone tight in my hand, looking at the screen was was glowing faintly and clashing with the bright light on my ceiling. i sighed and bit my lip, but i was completely stuck on my decision. there was no turning back now. all i wanted was my old life. all i wanted was jaehwa back. i cocked my arm back, preparing all the strength i needed to smash my phone into nothing but small pieces of glass and steel. 

i threw it onto the ground like a baseball pitcher throwing a fast ball, and like expected, the screen smashed, and the edges were heavily dented and bruised. i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding, and collapsed onto my bed, my head in my hands. it was a move i did more often nowadays, seeing as i've been practically going insane. i couldn't stop thinking about the game, even though everything was finally over. but, as i took that sigh of relief, i let everything go.

!!*//?<&%##^*))(?//!

OH? YOU REALLY THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO GET AWAY THAT EASILY, KIM NAMJOON? WELL, LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, YOU WON'T. YOU NEVER WILL. YOU FORGOT ME, AND I'LL MAKE SURE THIS GAME LASTS FO#!!%>?//*^/?REVER. YOU'LL REALLY PAY THIS TIME. :)

jaehwa's POV

i waved goodbye to chaeyoung, like always, and walked into my dorm, not phased by "the unknown" since the warm spring sun was still up. i locked the door, opened the curtains, and collapsed onto the same couch. i wanted to talk to namjoon, desperate to get a respectably normal response from him after yesterday's conversation. i clicked on his contact, looking at the text he sent me before he suddenly disappeared. i sighed, rolled my eyes, and typed in a simple greeting.

me: hey, joon oppa? u there??

he didn't respond. i bit my lip, clutching my phone tighter. my anxiety was now up there, but maybe i was overreacting. it was 3:30, namjoon was still in his afternoon classes he said he had. but, even if he was, if i texted him for anything, even to say hi, namjoon would respond. that's the namjoon i knew. but, he didn't text back. maybe he was in a bad mood, and he didn't want to talk to me. but, what the hell did i do? and even if he was in a bad mood, namjoon would still want to talk to me regardless, knowing very well i'll improve that sour mood of his.

so if it wasn't those two options, what else could it be? 

. . . 

that game.

namjoon said that game kept calling him. that he couldn't escape. that idiot's been playing it for so long, and he even said it himself that it's driving him insane. he couldn't delete the game from his phone, and all he wanted to do was escape. 

drastic times call for drastic measures...

god, namjoon could've done something so dumb. he could've taken the hard way out like those two, park jimin and jeon jungkook, and he could've ended up...

missing.

god no. oh my fucking god, please no. kim namjoon, my childhood friend, couldn't have gone missing. not if i could help it. that game could've have took him, and i know it sounds stupid. now my anxiety was really up there. i started breathing abnormally heavily, and i curled up into a ball on my couch. thinking about how namjoon could calm me down if he was here, if i could just call him and he would rap for me in that soothing voice of his, made me more of an anxious mess.

i imagined namjoon, rapping to me over the phone after i had an anxiety attack a few months back, and my breathing returned to normal. but now, salty tears were streaming down my cheeks, and i suddenly was a sobbing mess instead of an anxious one. knowing that namjoon was gone was crushing me, even if i just found out myself. he was gone just like that. missing without a trace. he could even be...

dead.

no. just no. i wasn't going to let myself think like that. that stupid "outcast" game snatched him away from society, and he could be still out there, just trapped and waiting. even though i desperately wanted to save namjoon myself, i knew he wouldn't want me to fuck up my already screwed mental health even more. i just let everything go just like that, made a cup of tea, and searched through TV channels to see if i could find something worth watching. 

but instead, i landed on the national news station, and a breaking news report was being showcased, and it was something i didn't want to see now.

"college senior kim namjoon, aged 24 years old, 5"11 and silver-haired, suddenly went missing. his family nor friends have heard nothing from him, have tried contacting him without success, and after visiting his dormitory a few days back, they say there was no sign of him there. police are investigating this case, and will try their best to find 24-year-old kim namjoon. but, could this be another case linked to the 'outcast' game?" 

i nearly threw the remote i had in my hand at the TV screen, but i took a deep breath and simply turned that shit off. "could this be another case linked to the 'outcast' game?" bold of you to assume something like that. always tying a random case to something so dumb without even knowing the full story. and all they want is the money. but even if it seemed like an assumption, linking namjoon's disappearance to "outcast" wasn't completely wrong. in fact, it was true. i had no idea why i was getting so mad.

i let out another sigh, and put down the remote on the glass coffee table. i took a refreshing sip of my tea, and set that down, too. i brought my knees up to my face, my thoughts suddenly racing. it's only been a few days, and now i'm suddenly wrapped up into this dramatized horror film. and nothing over the edge has even happened to me.

but, for some reason, it feels like everything has happened to me.

WOW, YOU'RE NOT AS OBLIVIOUS AS I THOUGHT, KIM JAEHWA. YOU'RE GETTING MORE USED TO OUR GAME QUICKER THAN I THOUGHT, AND YOU'RE SLOWLY STARTING TO BECOME THE "MAIN ATTRACTION", BUT YOU DON'T KNOW THAT. :) NAMJOON DOESN'T WANT THIS TO HAPPEN TO HIS JAGI, BUT I DON'T CARE. I'LL FOR%#))!10#^!!>//?CE YOU TO REMEMBER.

EVEN IF THAT MEANS PULLING YOU INTO THIS GAME THAT WILL NE&//!!^/?#!(())VER END. :)