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run - bts yoongi

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"RUN!" he shouted behind me and before i could even think about whether or not i wanted to look back to see the chaos we had created, i push myself further, accelerating at a quicker speed than before.

yoongi is running just as fast—no, faster, actually. he is beside me within a second, slowing down to take my hand in his so he could keep us together. the cops following us were in the distance but nearer each time yoongi had glanced.

he mutters a swear word and his expression seems puzzled but determined. he looks at me for a second and i already knew what he was going to say, "left!"

with no hesitation, yoongi shoves me towards a dark alley on our left side. i land but my palms scrape against the hackneyed street. i wince at the pain but push myself up to continue further down the alley, pressing myself up against the side of a closed dumpster to keep hidden.

yoongi took a right turn towards the alleyway up ahead, i was sure, unless he wanted to outsmart the cops and took the one on the same block as me. my hands are aching where the wound sits and i press them into the sides of my dirty jeans, hoping it would suppress the pain.

it does not, but i hold it in anyway. i situate myself against the brick building and in the long night, the air is warm but the ground is cold through my jeans. easily, i slip off the heavy bag, weighted with cash, and set it beside me.

it is lonely, waiting for yoongi to come back for me. i wish i knew my way around more so i could at least search for him, too. i lean my head against the dumpster, it's dirty but i have no worries except the hope for him to return safe and free.

i fall asleep but i am not sure when it stole me from the night just as i had earlier with yoongi. when i finally awake, i notice the hand handing my own, my palms wrapped in gauze and the pain eases as i squeeze his hand.

we are still in the alleyway i had been in before but light barely reaches the top side of the building across from us. it is not yet morning nor was it night anymore, the sun is only waking itself up, too.

i lift my head from yoongi's shoulder to look at him and he's sleeping so peacefully, as if he had not slept well for a while now because we both had not. his lips are tinted red but chapped and there is dirt smudged on his cheek.

his breathing is light as if he had just fallen asleep minutes before i had woken up. i use my sleeve to wipe at the dirt and he stirs at the touch, "you're just as tired, right?"

"you must be more," when he hears my response, yoongi squeezes my hand back. it hurts but i do not tell him so. his lips lift into a lazy grin and it hurts to not crack a smile myself.

yoongi fixes the position of the bag resting in his lap and whispers once more, "we might have to leave again soon, they'll eventually come back here to search."

this was it, the life on the run with yoongi, never-ending travels from place to place, barely sleeping at a single place more than twice, and hardly getting half the sleep hours recommended.

min yoongi was the bad, the run, the chase, and the speed all in one; but he was the best home i never had.