Fanservice [namtaejin]

열여섯 (16) the ride back home

BTS were standing in an Hospital, staring at a door with the number 69 on it, Yoongi's name is outside, on a plaque made of plastic. He got beaten. Badly beaten. By Namjoon and Taehyung.

The motive?

Having interposed in an highly expected confession of love.

This is the part were the screen on a cinema gets blurry and a lot of people stand up from their seats, crying out loud that they han been deceived.

So, Please don't panic because Taehyung overactive imagination. He would never hurt his friends, not even after the worst betrayal. Not even for cockblocking them.

So, they are just sitting on their usually black ban with tinted dark crystals. Usually comfortable and warm but now, cold and oppressive. Returning to their dorms.

Kim Seokjin sitting beside Sejin, their usually manager and driver. He was looking outside of the window, trying to fight against a permanent blush.

Yoongi sits between Namjoon and Taehyung, gulping and his adam's apple constantly going up and down, anxiety crawling into his heart. Namjoon and Tae were seriously killing him with their eyes, one of them throwing arrows and the other, fucking missiles.

'What did I do?' Thought Yoongi, feeling Hoseok hand onto his shoulders, massaging him and distracting Yoongi brain from crying out loud. His face is one of culpability but without knowing the reason why his 'family' was giving him the cold shoulder.

Namjoon was down, feeling as sunken as the Titanic. He sighed, sending the rapper another glare before turning his eyes and pinning them on the profile of Jin. He was looking at his phone screen, ignoring them.

Namjoon sighed again, turning his eyes away to face out of the window, supporting the side of his forehead against the glass. He watches the buildings passing through the dark crystals. The lights from all the windows seemed blurry as his eyes were staring to get teary. He put his hands on his eyes, clearing his tears away with his knuckles.

He felt a hand on his tight, warm and comforting.

The leader turned to face Taehyung, who was still sending a death death stare at Yoongi and his fingers drawing circles into his skin, through his jeans. Calming and always there, noticing his downfalls.