☆Roommates☆ [Yoosung!xreader]

°Chapter Twenty-Two°

"Okay!" Seven rushed towards the door, stopping right before exiting. "Remember! Don't say anything until we get in to the car! Seven's rule! Rule number 12!"

"How many rules do you have?" Yoosung scoffed, crossing his arms anxiously, trying to look unfazed from his own anxiety. Seven turned and gave him a charming smile before opening up the door and putting his finger to his lips.

"Shhhhhh....." he began to walk outside to his car and slid into the drivers seat, Yoosung and (Y/n) sliding in the back seat. Once the door were closed, Yoosung looked over at Seven, waiting for the approval to speak. Seven looked up at him through the rear view mirror and nodded.

"So are you sure we can't get the police involved? Or even get Jumin to send security guards or something?" He then looked down at his waistline, a pistol attached to it. "I don't know, this seems like a bad idea."

"Yoosung, we've already been over this," Seven began pulling out his driveway. "We're going straight in and straight out as fast as we possibly can. The only reason we have these is just in worse case scenario. These are for protection, we're hoping NOT to use them." His glance shifted over to (Y/n), who's stomach twisted with anxiety. "We're protecting (Y/n). But she has to come. If you're anxious, I have Honey Buddah Chips under the seats for emergencies. Snack on those in the meantime."

Yoosung rolled his eyes dramatically, looking over at (Y/n). Her arms were crossed along with her legs. One foot bounced with anxiety while she watched the two men bicker. Their eyes locked, causing Yoosung to shift his way facing her.

"(Y/n).... I promise if anyone lays a finger on you," he paused, his expression darkening slightly. "... I'll have no choice but to harm them." His hand slid to his gun, still holding eye contact with her.

(Y/n) frowned, shaking her head slightly. "Please avoid using it. I don't want another V incident."

Yoosung shook his head, smiling slightly. "No, no nothing like that will happen again. I'll make sure not to hit their shoulder. I'll leave something much greater than a bullet to the shoulder."

(Y/n) felt her body tense at the thought of Yoosungs comment. She broke eye contact with him and looked out the window. Seven peeked through the rear view mirror, reading the situation. Stopping at a stop light, he quickly hooked up his phone and began to play music, trying to soothe everyone. Yoosung glared at Seven, crossing his legs and looking out the window.

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The car bumped and revved down the familiar dirt road they had escaped from a couple days prior. A sinking feeling filled (Y/n)'s stomach, her eyes darting around. A few more curves, one more bump and they stopped the car. Each of them slid out the car, each nervous.

"Okay," Seven shut his door, turning towards Yoosung and (Y/n). "In and out. No screwing around." His eyes shot at Yoosung. "Control yourself." And with that, he turned away from them, rushing over to the trunk.

"I can't get a knife or anything? Do I have to be weaponless?" (Y/n) complained as Seven dug in to his trunk, pulling out a duffel bag soon after.

"You can get my lucky pocket knife, just don't loose it." Seven mumbled out, fumbling through the bag before tossing it back in the trunk and slamming it shut. He paused, raising his arms and stretching. A low groan came from his lips before he repositioned himself and walking over to her, pulling out his pocket knife.

As he handed it to her, Yoosung announced he needed to pee before walking off towards the wooded area, leaving them alone. (Y/n) reached out to grab it, but Seven quickly caught her hand. Her eyes widened, her body jumping slightly at the sudden touch. He leaned in, pulling her in by her arm till he was next to her ear.