Nada

She's Dead

Namjoon stilled as he recognized the man laying at their feet. He looked up at Hoseok and then down again and felt sick. If....if he was here....if he was trying to kill Hoseok.....maybe Y/N hadn't run away after all. He'd always figured if Mordecai ever came back he would target her first, it made sense given the man's previous actions.

"Why the fuck are you in my home?" Hoseok hissed at the man who groaned and rolled over, laughing despite his swelling face. "I didn't use her!"

"Oh, you think I'm an idiot? You think I missed that fight you two had?" Hoseok froze, the wheels turning in his head. He put two and two together right after Namjoon spoke.

"Where is she? Stop playing games or I'll make sure you die horribly." Mordecai laughed again and shrugged and for the first time in his life Hoseok truly hated someone.

"Can't be any worse than her death." The words caught in Namjoon's throat.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean....she's dead."

Namjoon didn't intervene the first time Hoseok stomped on Mordecai's face but he held him back for the second one. And it was hard. It was hard to see his friend crack. It was hard to see him in this amount of pain. He couldn't believe it. He refused to.

He shoved Hoseok out the bedroom door and locked it, ignoring his friend's bangs on the door, his sobs intermingling with curses. It couldn't be, could it? Namjoon quickly called the police and then called Jin.

"Hello?" He swallowed thicky.

"H-hyung. Please, call the others. Please come to Hobi's house right now."

"Joon what's wrong?"

"Please....please just come." He had to keep it together, he couldn't let this man see him fall apart. He hung up and glared down at the now half-conscious man. "I don't believe you. I don't believe you'd kill her. You can't win if she's dead." Mordecai's responses were now slurred.

"She made the choice."

"You wouldn't." Namjoon insisted and despite the pain he was in, Mordecai managed to muster up a small grin at him.

"She's headstrong and determined to walk wide paths. I did her a favor." Namjoon turned away, unable to face him anymore.

Jimin lived the closest to Hoseok, he had often slept over before Y/N had started dating Hoseok, and had no idea what was going on. He couldn't make sense of Hoseok's ramblings but got him out of the way when the police showed up right after himself. Namjoon had refused to open the door but now he finally did. They had to wait for an ambulance and by the time they showed up, the rest of the Bangtan Seven were there. They didn't know what had happened but when Mordecai was wheeled by them, it wasn't hard to guess at.

Namjoon had to give a statement, Hoseok wasn't coherent enough to. Jungkook took the officers aside and suggested that he come down to the station later to give his statement. The officers agreed, leaving an uneasy silence in their wake. Five men looked expectantly towards Namjoon, ready to finally figure out what was going on. But to their shock the man collapsed to his knees and buried his face in his hands, his body finally releasing the sobs he'd been holding in.

Because he believed Mordecai. He believed the man thought Y/N was beyond his grasp. And he knew the man wouldn't let anyone else have her. If he was here, targeting Hoseok....then that meant his energy was no longer being expended on Y/N. And there was only one reason he would've stopped chasing her.

"It's not true, it's not true." Hoseok whispered, his eyes finally focusing on Namjoon and his mouth finally uttering full sentences. Jimin had Hoseok wrapped tight in his arms and Jin had immediately dropped beside Namjoon and slid his arms around him. "Joon....please....no." Namjoon managed to pull himself together and looked up, looked at his friend, knowing his next words would destroy him. He couldn't conceive of any other scenario. No contact. Mordecai here. He couldn't think of any other reason that wouldn't be a trifling, false hope.

"It's true." And what little of Hoseok's heart had still been together, had still been hoping, was smashed. If he'd been in pain before, the pain of knowing that his last words with her had been a fight, the pain of knowing that he'd driven her away right into danger, the pain of knowing that her last memories of him involved fear and terror, this pain was a hundred times worse.