•|Outbreak🔞|•

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"THEY SHOULD HAVE been back by now," Taehyung rambled, biting at his nail in nervousness while he paced across the living room floor.

The other men in the room were worried that he would end up pacing a hole right through the floor if he kept that up, but they knew it was justified.

"Relax, Tae," Seokjin soothed. "I'm sure they're fine."

Taehyung shook his head, his nail-biting becoming a bit too vigorous for the men to continue to be comfortable while watching him, and swallowed.

"No, they should have been back hours ago. I think that something happened to them."

The sun had set a while ago, leaving behind a pitch blackness to hide all of the world's dangers and make everyone more vulnerable to what was out there, and Taehyung hated everything about it. Anything can attack you at night-zombies, hunters, a wild animal. The list was endless.

If you had asked the male five years ago if he would ever be scared of the dark, he would have said no, but now?

Taehyung was terrified. For M/N and his former group members.

"We can't think that," Namjoon rubbed a hand over his face, "or something will happen to them..."

"Just," Yoongi grabbed the end Taehyung's tattered, old Gucci shirt and lightly tugged at the faded material, "sit down. They're gonna be okay."

Meanwhile Hoseok, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor by Namjoon's feet, oddly quiet as he cleaned off one of the spare guns with the end of his blue t-shirt and Yoongi turned to him.

"Hoseok," he called, "you okay?"

Hoseok looked up and blinked.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. I'm fine."

"You sure?" Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "You're a little quiet over there."

"It's nothing," Hoseok shook his head. "I'm just a little worried about them, that's all."

Namjoon placed a hand on his friend's shoulder in reassurance.

"They're going to fine, Hoseok. We just have to wait it out."

"Yeah," Hoseok nodded, "I'm sure they are, but it's hard not to worry."

"Okay," Namjoon sighed, "how about this? If they're not back in the next hour or two, we'll go out and find them, alright?"

"We don't even know where they went, and it's dark as hell outside." Yoongi crossed his arms.

"But," Taehyung pointed a finger, "we do know that they went somewhere out west. And we can bring torches!"

"That...doesn't exactly help us narrow down the search, Tae." Seokjin pursed his lips. "They could literally be anywhere out there."

The room got quiet.

It was true, they didn't have a clue as to where the trio went and it wasn't going to be even remotely easy to find them at this time of night (they didn't know the exact time as the clocks in the house didn't work anymore and none of them owned or were unable to scavenge up a watch, but they figured it was late).

All of them were worried—this was a fact—but they couldn't do much about it, and it made them feel a bit useless. While former idols were used to that feeling after so many years in the harsh glare of spotlights, it was never a good feeling to have.

"Alright," Namjoon started, gaining the men's attention, "how about if they're not back by early morning, we go out and look for them then?"

"They could be dead by early morning!" Taehyung exclaimed, flicking the back of his shaggy hair (he managed to keep his hair just a few inches past the bottom of his ear) to be in almost a habitual-nervousness.

Namjoon threw his hands in the air and brought them down with a loud smack to his clothed thighs, making Hoseok jump at the unexpected, loud noise, and kissed his teeth.

"Well, we don't really have that many options, Tae! We don't know where they went and it's not like we can send out some police officers to fucking find them, so we're a little stuck!"

"...He's right," Hoseok spoke after a moment of silence.

Yoongi sighed, cutting into the steadily growing tension, running a hand through his hair and shrugged.

"Well," he began, "I vote for in an hour or two. Anyone else?"

"...Me too," Taehyung slowly raised his hand.

Hoseok pursed his lips, raising his hand off of the gun and leveling it up to his ear.

"Same."

"Majority wins," Namjoon nodded, standing up from the couch. "That settles it. Grab a gun, grab a flashlight, and grab your big boy panties because we're doing this."

Seokjin's face scrunched up in distaste at the leader's choice of words.

"That...has to be my least favorite thing that you've ever said. And, I still remember 'Expensive Girl'."

Namjoon stopped, visibly cringing at the embarrassing memory he sincerely wanted to forget of when he covered a Pharrell song back in his debut days, and he felt a chill crawl up his spine as he vividly recalled the amount of unmediated fan fictions he had come across due to the audio's release. He rued the day he released it, almost as much as he regretted perming his hair and keeping it in that brick style.

What Namjoon can't recall is the amount of times he was portrayed as an asshole-ish daddy-dom in most (if not all) of the stories and his eyes reading over the lines, "dim the lights down, baby".

The fan fictions made the former idol a bit uncomfortable at the time, but what Namjoon would give for internet again is almost concerning.

"Oh my god," Taehyung snorted. "I remember that, too... Nasty ass..." He muttered the last part, but Yoongi who sat next to him heard it, and he chuckled.

"Same."

Shaking his head, Namjoon clicked his tongue, and changed the subject.

"Anyway," he clapped his hands, "we need to get going. We can't keep sitting around if we're going to do this. Grab your shit," he picked up a gun off the floor and stuffed it in the waistband of his jeans, "and let's fucking do this."

The other men followed Namjoon's lead and grabbed the things they needed, Taehyung grabbing his trusty kitchen knife, Yoongi his automatic rifle, and so on. Once it seemed like everyone was ready to head into war (which, they were but of an entirely different kind) Namjoon moved his eyes from one armed man to the other standing in front of him, a serious expression washing over his face.

"You guys ready?"

Yoongi squared his shoulders, his face hardening, and he clenched his jaw.

"Fuck yeah. Let's do this."

(A/N: Sorry for the long wait for those who—by some miracle—are still reading this book! I just started online school so I've been a bit too busy to write and update much! Anyway, this is unedited so I apologize for the spelling/grammatical errors!)