Seraphic [Yoonmin]

i.

"These are my favorite kind of parties. College students are definitely the best. They throw a damn party for no reason." Jungkook grinned as he approached the entrance.

"Mhmm." Namjoon said quickly walking behind him.

"What if college would've been like this back in my day? Can you imagine?

"I guess it would've been fine. If you were normal you know."

"I hated being normal. This way is much better. Mmm. The smell is delicious." He smirked licking his bottom lip.

"Please. Don't make a mess. No killings. I don't want us to move yet. I actually like this town." Namjoon said hurried.

Jungkook rolled his eyes turning to face him, "Can't you predict what's going to happen? Plus, if any of these fuckers went missing I bet you no one will miss them. They're literally killing themselves right now by drinking their lives away. I would pretty much do the world a favor."

"No. Jungkook, we agreed no killing. We're new and if we start getting attention—"

"Have you seen it happen?"

"No. That doesn't mean—"

"Exactly." He said turning back around and going up the stairs.

"My visions don't work like that. They come and go. I have no control over them. They're usually about people I have strong feelings for." Namjoon explained.

It was pointless because now Jungkook was through the door and in the dorm room. Which was filled with drunk college students. Jungkook knew Namjoon's abilities couldn't be controlled he just chose to not care. It was easier that way.

"So that means you don't have strong feelings for us?" Yoongi teased.

Namjoon looked back startled, "Where were you? The parking lot is not that big that you can get lost."

"Geez. Calm down. I was exploring." He responded adjusting a watch on his wrist.

Namjoon gasped, "Don't tell me you..."

"No. I didn't kill him you psycho. He gave it to me himself." Yoongi grinned holding up his wrist.

"Really? It's hard for me to believe that he willingly gave it to you. I can't keep track of you two! I'm the one that has to clean the tracks."

"Aww. Dude, you need a drink. You really need to stop drinking Bambi's blood. It's not doing you any good. Loosen up buttercup." He winked pinching his cheek.

Namjoon groaned pulling away annoyed, "Whatever. Let's go inside. Jungkook is in there and I can hear him making his way through the crowd. I don't want no surprises."

"Trust me this is the ideal place to fuck shit up. They're so drunk and high they'll end up getting blamed for it. Or their rich parents will pay to cover it up."

"Yoongi! We...we agreed to this. We are to keep a low profile. Did you forget already? I really want to stay here. It's important to me." He whispered.

Yoongi shrugged opening up the door. The music blasted loudly against their ears. The noise use to bother him.

Not anymore. He quite enjoyed it. It would silence his demons. At least for a little bit. "Don't you think I will leave your side." Namjoon quietly said.

Yoongi sighed. So much for silencing his demons. At times like these he wished that he had normal hearing like the average person. That way he could ignore him. Junkook was pretty good at doing that. Then again he was also more careless than him.