"I don't think you guys understand," I turned away from them. "I felt the presence. It's here." I whispered, clenching my jaws and fist in unison. I knew what this meant; we all did.
Min Yoongi walked over to me and placed his hand on my cheek. I flinched from the coldness of his touch. His gaze showed more fear than I'd ever seen before, but I swore I was able to see a sense of sorrow as well. "That's what I was afraid of."