Wolves and Bread (COMPLETED)

Chapter 22

A familiar emptiness besides me and the clock tells me it is seven in the morning. Last night events left us all exhausted, but even Yoongi would not be up this early. Where is he?

I hear panicked footsteps behind the door, echoing in the silence. Instinctively I know something is up and it has to do with my wolf. I rapidly get up and throw the door open, staring in Jin's concerned face. He was about to open the door to wake me up, but I beat him to it.

'Yoongi?' I ask. The older man nods, unable to speak due to the situation. 'Where?'

He points to the bathroom that is locked. Despite it being a few steps away, I run and knock on the door. 'Yoongi?' No answer. The knocking turns to slamming as I bald my fist and almost punch the door. 'Open the door!'

No response whatsoever. Dammit! I turn to his flatmates, Namjoon having joined in the time I was about to demolish private property. 'Is anything sharp missing?'

I have to ask. He would not get up before anyone else without a noise if he was not planning to do something of which we would take no knowledge. The question that presents itself however is what caused this behaviour, what triggered it after so long.

Rap Mon runs to the kitchen and checks all the drawers and knife block. Everything is present, except for one small knife. The report makes me turns towards the door once more, tears choking my voice. 'Yoongi, please open up.'

'Go away,' a meek voice says on the other side.

'What? No way! Please, let me in. Just me, not Jin nor Namjoon.' I throw an apologetic looks towards the older men, but they nod in understanding. I let my head rest against the wood. 'I only want to talk.'

Miraculously the barrier gets taken away and I get pulled inside through the narrow opening by a reddened hand. As soon as I am inside, he locks the door again. His cheeks are stained with tears and his hands are trembling, one of them holding the missing knife. Carefully I reach out to him, but shrink away when he faces me. It is like handling a wild animal, make one error and it is over.

'Talk.' His voice is hoarse with sorrow, because of which he is only able to speak in curt sentences. Or commands for that matter.

My eyes wander to his arm unto which fresh cuts are visible. 'Yoongi,' I say, not truly knowing what to do.

'What?' He looks pissed. Alright, baby steps.

'I thought everything was okay?'

'Do I look okay?' Mocking, the last line of defense.

I shake my head. 'No, but-'

'Then why do you even ask?'

'Yoongi, please hear me out. For starters, put the knife down. There is no need for it.'

'There is.'

'There's not, really. Let's just talk, as promised.'

After a few moments in which he stubbornly holds on to his own opinion, he gives up and puts it in the sink. 'Fine, whatever.'

I lower my shoulders in relief. That is one thing less to worry about. 'Good. Thank you. Now, why are you here?'

Silence, one that lingers in the air for a short period of time. Afterwards it is broken by the reluctance in Yoongi's voice: 'Seems obvious, don't you think?'

'The reason as to why is what I ask after, not the action.'

'Hoseok.'

That catches me by surprise. Apparently our friend in the hospital linked to this. What does his accident have to do with this?