Jimin scrambled back in fear, the bedsheets tangling around his wrists. "What have I done to deserve this, Namjoon? I thought you loved me!"
"I do," he choked through tears. "And that's exactly why you have to die."
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We pick up on another city street, not far away, where Namjoon heard knocking at his front door. It was a loud and demanding knock, not the type that polite people typically use to greet others in the middle of the night. Sighing, he set his book and glasses down on the nightstand and got up to answer the pounding visitor. Before he exited into the corridor, he turned, giving a soft smile to the other man reading in bed. "I'll be right back, love, don't go anywhere."
This man's name was Jimin. Remember him. He is an important part of our story.
Jimin looked up from his own novel and replied sweetly, "It's fine, dear. I'll keep the bed warm."
Namjoon stretched as he made his way towards the source of the commotion, putting on his "business face" as Jimin liked to call it. He opened the front door to see Taehyung standing on his porch, his mouth a concerned slash across his profile.
You remember Taehyung, don't you, dear readers? Of course, you do. You're intelligent individuals.
"Oh, Taehyung. Hey. Uh, what are you doing here? You of all people known I'm busy tonight," the man laughed, winking light-heartedly. After the day he'd had, nothing could drag him down. Not even-
"Namjoon, it's crucial. You have to listen to me. You're in danger!" the younger man exclaimed, pulling Namjoon out of the house. Namjoon shivered beneath his thin shirt, now cast outside the shelter of his home.
"Wait, hold on," Namjoon protested. "What are you talking about? And why are you pulling me outside? It's wet out here and I'm wearing socks, dude!" He pivoted to return to the warmth of the house, but Taehyung tugged insistently at his wrist.
"Namjoon, I don't know what happened, but somehow Jimin's dad found out! He knows about the wedding and now he's coming for you. You gotta run, man."
Namjoon paled substantially, peering over his friend's shoulder.
"Is that- it that him?"
Taehyung turned around to see a black figure cutting through the mist. "Probably. You need to get going."
However, before Namjoon could take a step down the pavement, a very familiar voice rang through the chilly air, bouncing off the surrounding buildings.
"Yo, Namjoon! Where are your shoes, you stupid boy?"
Namjoon's shoulders dropped in relief and he smacked Taehyung jovially on the arm. "It's just Hobi! Why'd you have to scare me like that?"
Hoseok bounced up to them, laughter reverberating through the still neighborhood. "Dude, go inside! You're gonna get foot pneumonia or something."
Hoseok shoved his friend back into the house. Taehyung followed and shut the door behind himself, concealing a barely repressed grimace at the new arrival.
