Home (I wish you could stay)

IV.

As Yoongi sat, back against the wall and dead bodies strewn all around him on the floor in front of him, he could only feel his heart racing. His head was pounding, but he needed to keep moving. This wasn't about him. It never was, but right now especially. His team needed him, Hoseok needed him and here he was, sulking and crying about pain. Weak.

Throwing a shaky hand out to the wall, Yoongi forced himself to stand on wobbly legs, pain shooting down his calf. Glancing down, his jeans had been sliced open and there was a gash bleeding profusely. He must have been cut during the fight or something. It didn't really hurt right now, but he knew that as soon as the adrenaline wore off, it was hell to pay. Trying his best to hurry, but with each step becoming increasingly slower, he decided to try and call out. "Hobi? Can you hear me?"

He walked a few feet before falling to his knees. He tried again. "Hobi?"

"Yoongi.." It was weak, tired. And coming from the basement.

Great. The fucking basement. Of course it had to be the basement.

"Hobi? You down there?" Yoongi called towards the door. He waited for a response as long as he could, but ultimately, he strained and groaned and hauled himself back up on his feet and made his way carefully down the stairs to the cellar. It was dark, and dank, and gross. Cobwebs and musky water everywhere. Mold growing on old wood and cracked cement floors. He regretted not having thought to keep a flashlight for himself because he couldn't see three feet in front of him, so he called out one last time. "Hoseok?"

"I'm over here, hyung. Follow my voice."

Yoongi heard him call from his left, somehow in a corner darker than the room as a whole. Thankfully though, as Yoongi approached, his eyes began to adjust and he could barely make out Hoseok's features.

"Oh, thank the gods." Yoongi exclaimed rather loudly, Hoseok rushing to shush him as the older boy plopped down next to him on the ground. Hoseok gasped at the wound and moved quickly to tend to him. Yoongi just chuckled lightly and grabbed his hand. If Hoseok had been able to see his face, he would have laughed but instead, Yoongi just said, "It's okay. I'll be okay."

"But hyung, you're hurt!"

"No, I-"

"Yoongi? Hoseok?!"

Weapons in hand, the three boys crept downstairs to see if they could find and retrieve their missing members. Namjoon was the one to stumble across a large wooden door with a dark handprint wiped across the edge of it. Had Yoongi been injured? He shook his head, and tried not to think of it. Namjoon visibly shuddered. "Joonie? You good?"

"Yeah, I.." Seokjin watched as Namjoon walked over to the mark, hand wanting to reach out to touch it, but he didn't. He's not stupid. "Yeah. I'm okay."

Not really believing him, Seokjin nodded and turned around to be met with Jimin staring down the dark stairway that led to the basement.

Of course it had to be the basement.

Sirens are going off in Namjoon's head as he watched Jimin and Seokjin approach the door. Finally, his instincts kick in and his body syncs with the panic in his mind as he surges forward and grips both boys tightly by their wrists. They both hiss as the force is too much, but Namjoon hushes them. "You guys can't go. It.. It could be dangerous down there." Jin shook his head, pulling gently against Namjoon's tough grip as he tried to pry his hand out. "Joonie, sweetie. Yoongi could also be in danger. You know that, right?"

A huff. Namjoon's shoulders sank. "Yeah.. I know. I'm sorry, I'm being selfish again, I-"

"Namjoon." He stopped mumbling and looked up. Watched as Seokjin placed his hand on Namjoon's, squeezing it gently, warmly like a friend would do for comfort. Seokjin seemed to know what Namjoon was trying to say, but he didn't speak.