Shadow Dancing | K.TH

V for Vendetta

I'd planned to stay awake until morning, but I find my eyes fluttering open from sleep a few hours later.

I'm in V's bed, and I can hear Jungkook's soft and even breathing as he shifts to the right. When I look around, I find the actual owner of the room—

Gone.

It wasn't hard to see that he'd arranged the two of us after we'd failed to stay awake, and had left the room for whatever purposes. Where had he gone?

Careful not to wake the maknae, I noiselessly slide off the bed and slip out of the room successfully. Just in case I'd been heard, I wait a few moments outside the door listening for signs of his awakening.

Nothing.

Even though the clock next to me reads seven in the morning, nobody seems to be up yet. All the doors are firmly closed, including Yoongi's next to ours. Everyone was where they were supposed to be.

Except for V.

Maybe he'd gone to eat?

But once I leave to check downstairs, the air is full of silence. The kitchen looks perfectly undisturbed, except for a few unrecognizable stains from last night's dinner.

There wasn't anyone here.

Which also meant that V had left the house.

Something like worry gradually sets in my body as I scan the orderly pairs of shoes, hoping that my suspicions weren't true.

V's shoes were missing.

Where in the world had he gone?

I quickly think— he didn't have an assignment. Nor did he have any leftover business out. And it was still dangerous for him to leave the sanctuary of the house. Why would he just—

Maybe I was missing something.

Swallowing a growing lump in my throat and cradling my aching wrist to my chest, I go back upstairs. It wouldn't help me to just idle around downstairs— there had to be someone who knew about this.

Staying in a position for a long time had made my back stiff and painful. Which also meant that practically every movement I made brought a significant amount of discomfort and pain to my wound.

Gosh, V. I think, half annoyed and half still concerned with his sudden disappearance. Making me worry first thing in the morning.

When I have all the doors in my sight, I quickly eliminate some of my options.

Jungkook and Jimin wouldn't know much— it seemed more plausible that if anyone knew anything about V, it would be Jin or Namjoon. Either the eldest or the strategist. That made sense.

Chewing on my lip nervously, I'm about to knock on Namjoon's door when I hear the front door creak open.

I abandon whatever I was doing, whatever I was thinking. All my concentration goes from one thing to the other, and I nearly fly down the stairs as I barely stop myself from crashing and burning.

V!

He looks surprised when he sees me, instantly hiding something behind his back. To my own shock, he's dressed in full battle clothes, black and sleek and—

Blood spattered.

Now I only realize how much of the sickly scarlet is on him, and I breathlessly rush down to his side.

"What in the world happened?" I demand, my voice high with anxiety and worry. He didn't seem to be in a bad condition— which was good. But judging by the massive amount of blood—