Nada

Break-In

It had been three days and Hoseok was an absolute mess. They all tried calling, texting, kept checking her apartment. Jungkook finally called his father and asked him to look for a missing person.

Not talking to any of them for three days? This was not normal for Y/N.

Namjoon tromped down to his former teacher's lair once again, knocking and smiling as he let himself in. He was enthusiastically greeted.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Namjoon proffered the file. The man took it, looking it over. "This girl again?"

"Hobi and she had a fight and she's completely disappeared. I just want to make sure it's purposeful and not something else." The man shook his head.

"I feel like I'm in a K-Drama, waiting for you to show up with the latest gossip on those two." The man laughed. "What did they fight about?" Namjoon sighed.

"Hobi was a moron and said something he didn't mean but he should've known she'd take it the wrong way, given some of the things she's been through." The man chuckled and put the file on the desk.

"I'll shred it afterwards."

"Thank you, Ssem."

-

That night, the others finally convinced Hoseok to go home. He'd waited at her apartment for a day and then stayed at Yoongi's for the next two. He wasn't crying anymore, he just looked dead. It wasn't even that she was gone, it was that he had hurt her and driven her away. That's what was killing him.

Because the more he thought about it, the more he realized he wanted her in his life. For a very long time. He realized he loved her. And that she was hurting at his hands made his own pain almost intolerable.

Namjoon was going to stay with him. Hoseok just locked himself in his room, he didn't want to be around anybody right now. He didn't want to be cheered up, he didn't feel he deserved it.

Namjoon took a spare blanket and pillow out of the linen closet and hunkered down on the sofa. This way, if Hoseok decided to do something stupid and sneak out, he'd be woken up. Or so he thought. Because he didn't wake up when someone snuck in.

-

The security in Hoseok's building should be the best but when you have a long-term plan and are patient, when you look like you belong there, it's easy to get in. It's easy to wait. It's easy to have unrestricted access to the elevator and be able to dust the keypad, trying different combinations over several weeks until you find the one that works.

Hoseok had finally fallen asleep. His dreams weren't lovely, they were filled with loss and heartache. They were nightmares. But they were nothing compared to the nightmare he was in when he woke up unable to breathe.

His esophagus was being crushed and he gasped but he couldn't get air. His hands came up to try and pry the hands away but they were so strong. Hoseok wasn't a bodybuilder, he was a dancer. He squirmed and kneed the man in the gut but only received a grunt and the man's grip tightened.

"You think you're such a hotshot, you thought you could actually have her. But you don't get to. No one gets to. You encouraged her in her sin and used her, you're despicable. I hope you enjoy hell." The words barely registered as Hoseok's hands released and he threw them up above his head to bang the headboard.

The man released one hand to try and grab Hoseok's arms and he used that to move slightly and kick back into the headboard next.

Namjoon heard banging and only stirred at first but when it continued he woke up and frowned. Was Hoseok throwing stuff around? It would almost be a relief with how quiet the man had become. He got up and walked towards Hoseok's room, only to slam the partially ajar door open when he realized there was a shadow looming over Hoseok's bed and a figure wiggling on it.

"Hobi!" His arm was around the man's neck in an instant and he pulled him back, forcing him to let go of Hoseok. The man stepped on Namjoon's foot with his boot, causing him to hiss but he didn't let go. Hoseok tried to sit up as the two struggled, finally being able to inhale oxygen again.

And as he did so the words that had been spoken to him were finally comprehended.

"You fucking bastard." Despite his state he was up, driving his fist into the man's jaw. The man kicked back into Namjoon's leg and finally was released but Hoseok didn't stop, ducking as a punch was thrown at him. He thought it was ironic, given the circumstances, when his foot came up hard into the man's most sensitive area.

Namjoon grabbed his shoulder and shoved him back into the wall, then grabbed behind the man's neck and threw him to the ground. The man was just slightly shorter than him but had more fat and Namjoon was pissed. Both were. He grabbed the man by the back of the head and slammed his face repeatedly into the hardwood floor.

Eventually the man's struggles weakened and Hoseok flipped on the light to reveal a floor sticky with blood and the face of his least favorite person in the world.

Mordecai.