Gold: Kim Taehyung ✓

Malachite

I swear like... all of my writing ability has just fucking vanished. I hate repeating the same words too much but my brain has just fucking gone

Also Jimin definitely sleeps naked. Chimmy pyjama set who

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"Why would he- I don't understand!" There was a hole in the plaster of the wall. Taehyung flexed his fingers, dust from the previous action on his knuckles. He was distraught, upset, angry. "Why would he go to them?!"

"How do you know?" Namjoon asked Hoseok urgently, still supporting his weight.

"I... he was leaving secretly, and I caught him. Why do you think I'm like this?" He sighed, looking broken. No doubt he was tired of fighting with his friends. "I tried to stop him, but..."

"We need to tell the others." Namjoon rubbed a hand back through his hair. He was already in pyjamas, as was Jungkook. "Jin-hyung, and Jimin..."

"We need to go after him." Hoseok responded, face screwed up in pain. I wasn't sure if it was because of Yoongi or because of his injuries. "Before he gets to them, before he-"

He choked on the last words, seeming to be fighting hysterics. I swallowed, biting my lip, looking from him to Taehyung, who still faced the wall, fists against it. "But... why would he..?"

It didn't make sense. Why would Yoongi do it? Voluntarily return to that place, those people, when they'd all tried so desperately to get away? To save the others? But why, if that was the case, would that be enough? Why would having him make the difference? Make them give up?

Perhaps I was overthinking it. Perhaps he, like Taehyung, was done with running, too. Giving up.

Namjoon and Hoseok bore strange expressions, but didn't answer my question. Jungkook seemed just as confused as I was, and when I glanced at him, he held my gaze, seeming to be searching for his own answers. A small realisation bloomed on his face. "The papers, the ones I saw- they called hyung high priority."

It was nothing more than a musing, words that slipped out of his mouth as verbal thought, but there was a clue in them, something giving more information to the situation. "High priority? So... he's important?"

It wasn't really a question, but I looked back to Namjoon and Hoseok nonetheless. The latter kept his gaze low, glaring at the ground. Namjoon rubbed the space between his eyebrows briefly, then sighed. "I'll... explain in the car. We need to go to Jin-hyung's place."

Jungkook stayed at the doorway with Hoseok while Namjoon ran upstairs for his keys. I sprinted back to mine and Tae's apartment to lock up, then realised that I, in fact, still possessed Namjoon's keys. Because there they were, next to mine, on the counter. "Shit."

How could I explain this? That I stole his keys? That Taehyung and I had been planning to run, too? That we'd been literal minutes from leaving? I sighed.

"Noona..." my lungs seemed to jolt at the sudden voice right behind me. As I went to tun, arms wrapped around me from behind. "Don't... don't turn around."

I exhaled, relaxing. "Taehyung-ah... you scared me."

He stayed silent, and I patted his forearm as he pressed his face against my neck, arms squeezing like he was afraid to let go. "I'm... despicable..."

I halted in my surprise. His voice was muffled, but the trembling of his hands was telling of his emotions. "Taehyung..."

"He did this to save us... and I wanted to run away- I wanted to abandon them..." his voice was thick, and I tried to turn in his grip, but he wouldn't let me. "I didn't want this, I just wanted- I wanted to be free... of all this... and now hyung is-"