𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter thirty three

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"Wh-What!?"

"I'm not your dick appointment and that's final." Namjoon crossed his arms, leaning on the lockers.

"But..you've been so distant since that party and when your head was hit!" Hoseok pouted, stomping a bit on the ground.

"You know I like someone. And hooking up with you is just messing with my head. I don't want to hook up with you anymore." Namjoon knitted his brows and stopped leaning on the lockers, walking over to the elevator.

"Please~" Hoseok continued to beg, walking with him. "We're friends, aren't we? We do stuff for each other, right?"

"Yeah. But not that kind of stuff. It's helping with homework, not making them feel good." Namjoon just rolls his eyes, pressing the elevator button. "I'm tired of it now."

Hoseok sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Who is your crush anyways?"

"It's none of your business." The elevator doors opened which Namjoon walked into it and of course Hoseok followed.

"How come you didn't answer my text right away?"

"I was sleeping. The buzzing of my phone woke me up." He crossed his arms, annoyed.

I know Taehyung was awake. I bet he saw my message from Hoseok. Or even my lock screen without being on that medication long ago. Namjoon watched the elevator doors closed. Hoseok kept annoying him with questions, by standing right beside him.

"Hoseok. Stop. You're annoying."

"You know our Hyung is missing, right?"

"I know." The elevator doors opened, that revealed the roof. "He hasn't been answering any of my calls. I've been trying to get an answer out of him."

"Namjoon, don't hide the fact that you're depressed." Hoseok suddenly said.

"Shut up." Namjoon mumbled. He couldn't help to tightened his fists with that one word.

"You don't want anything to happen to who you care for, right?"

Taehyung.

"You don't even want them to get hurt."

Taehyung.

"Namjoon. You need to relax—"

I can't think when Taehyung is stuck in my head.

Namjoon lifts his hands up to his own head, knitting his brows and lowering his head. I can't stop thinking about him. He's a drug. He's like my medication. He closed his eyes tight. I can't..stop..thinking about him. I need a distraction. Please get a distraction.

"Y-Yoongi?"

Namjoon fluttered his eyes open. Yoongi? No. That's not who I'm addicted to. He turned around and looked at Hoseok..then spotted Yoongi.

"O-Oh my god—" Namjoon quickly ran toward his Hyung, cupping his face.

Yoongi's whole left arm was covered in blood, scrapes and bruises across his face as he leans on the wall, with slow breaths as he still standing like a strong independent guy. Namjoon's thoughts went straight to his friend instead of Taehyung.

"What happened?" Namjoon asked, looking at his bloody arm. "Wh-Why is your arm..." He touched his arm.

Yoongi hissed in pain, using his other hand to swap the male's hand away. "Don't..touch my arm. I..It's just a scratch."

"Hyung." Hoseok curled his brows, placing his hand on his Hyung's shoulder. "Who did this to you?"

"My head hurts." Yoongi avoided the question, slowly lifting his hand up to his head. "I think I have a migraine..."

The their Hyung lost his balance.

"H-Hyung!" Namjoon immediately caught him, accidentally touching his bad arm.

"O-OW, ow! Y-You..F-Fuck!"

"I'm sorry Hyung!" Namjoon apologized.

Yoongi's sleeve rolled up when Namjoon caught him. Hoseok widen his eyes and covered his mouth. Namjoon saw the other's reaction, knitting his brows in question.

"What?"

"L-Look at..his..a-a-arm.." Hoseok pointed.

Namjoon looked at the oldest's arm, widening his eyes. "Oh fuck. Hyung, your..bone is sticking out."

"I know." He weakly said, closing his eyes. "G..Get me to a hospital."

"Hoseok, call 112." Namjoon said, holding onto his Hyung. "Tell me what happened."

"I..I escaped from mafias. They kept..they kept asking for someone and..and I think I didn't know them." Yoongi weakly spoke, trying to catch his breath. "Someone was with me..th-they still have that guy though."

Someone? Namjoon curled his brows. Is it Taehyung's best friend? He's been trying to text him since he didn't come back. Namjoon fluttered his eyes a lot, looking down at Yoongi.

"Who's holding that guy there?"

"His..His last name is Kim. That's all I know."

"Kim?" Namjoon knitted his brows.

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