Cold Statues

A Secret Revealed

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A/N: Is it fair? Is it just? What is to be revealed?

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Two weeks after Hin was sentenced to federal prison, everyone kinda fell into their own routines again.  The difference was no one wanted to see each other. 

Well, that wasn't entirely true. There were several times in the days that followed that Yoongi stood outside Y/N's apartment aching to talk to her, but he always left guilt talking him into walking away. 

He should have stayed with her that night instead of leaving her, hurt, afraid, and also confused. Possibly confused? He wasn't sure, one thing he knew was that she wasn't responding to his messages still. 

Slowly he opened the door to his empty apartment, after that night Hoseok decided he wanted to stay at Y/N's. Which was fine because they all knew he was gay. But, it hurt nonetheless.  Sinking down into the couch cushions, Yoongi covered his eyes with his arm. 

How could he be so stupid?

He thought angrily tears threatening to escape. 

*knock knock*

Yoongi wiped his eyes quickly walking to the door, then peeking through the peephole. On the other side stood a disgruntled pacing Namjoon. 

 "Shit…" he exclaimed under his breath. Opening the door cautiously, but not enough to block a fist connecting with his eye socket, which caused him to fall backwards. 

"What the fu…" Yoongi started before he was hit again by his angry friend. 

"How could you!" Namjoon eyes flashed with rage and something else as he hit Yoongi again.

Yoongi rolled away from his friend an iron taste filling his mouth. Standing up he prepared himself for the next blow. Namjoon came at him again slamming him hard against the counter top. 

"Son of a bitch…." He growled as Yoongi collapsed on the ground, his back burning in pain from where it hit the counter. Namjoon towered over him breathing heavy. 

"Namjoon ...what…" But Yoongi already knew, but what he didn't understand was why he waited until now. 

"Why?" Namjoon cried with so much anguish that Yoongi's heart panged. He felt bad, and then he didn't. His lip curled up furious as he snarled at his so called friend.

"Where the fuck were you when he cut into her… where were you??? 

Namjoon recoiled grief taking over his face, as he stepped back. 

"I fucking called you! Where were you!?"

Namjoon blinked rapidly tugging at his collar, while a cat-eyed Yoongi attacked him with questions. He knew where he was when everything happened. Namjoon was sitting on the couch watching a TV show. Giving her space, it didn't occur to him that she wasn't answering because Hin had abducted her. He stutters out, "I… I…"

"You should have saved her. I told you she was missing! You don't get to be mad at me!" Yoongi seethed grabbing a bag of peas from the freezer and placing it on his already purple eye. He winced still glaring at Namjoon.

Namjoon sank to the kitchen floor, no longer angry but disgusted. Yoongi was right...1 it should have been him, he should have been the one to scoop up Y/N and kiss away the fear, the pain she had to of felt. The pain she most likely still felt, but he wouldn't know. The only person she was talking to was Hoseok, and the only reason why he was here and not trying to talk to her was because of Hoseok.

Turns out that when Yoongi rescued Y/N from the Monster like a Knight in shining armor. He stole a kiss, or did she give it willingly. Namjoon’s shoulders slumped, and for the first time in forever he hated himself.

"Why'd you kiss her?" Namjoon said in a hushed tone laced with resentment, and turmoil. He shifted his gaze towards the pale man standing against the counter who now looked a little uncomfortable. Yoongi sighed heavily, knowing that he had to tell him what he didn't want to hear.

"I love her." His heart swelling at the truth in his statement.

Namjoon closed his eyes with his face twitching, and gritted teeth. "No." 

With that he got up and left, heading straight to Y/N's apartment. He needed to hear her say that she was his, only his.

Was she?