Yoongi's Pov
Cough!
Oh my gosh. This itchy throat issue is the worst. It feels like I wanna give my throat to Satan if this keeps up.
I wonder if those two got my medicine yet.
I wanted to get rid of the weird chills that went down my spine when I thought of Tae and Jungkook so I turned on the TV.
I turned to channel 3 and it seemed like a news report was already ongoing.
"And that is all for the weather forecast today. The next topic is now the fading virus. The virus that has been brought to our country by China is now slowly healing. Patients are now recovering from the virus and the cases are slowly decreasing. Good news!" The news reported said.
"Thank God," I mumble, "I was worried I got the virus for a second there."
"But health professionals are still advising us to wear masks and bring alcohol when we exit our homes. Thank you for staying tuned on today's news report. Next topic is; a secret butter recipe."
I sigh gladly and close the TV, finally, we can flee from this pandemic. It didn't last long, so Im glad it didn't, cause if it did then Im not sure what I'll do.
As I got up to go to the kitchen to make myself a snack, my phone rang.
I checked to see who it was- to make sure it wasn't those boy scouts that sells cookies virtually.
Namjoon?
Isn't he at a party or something? Whatever.
I pick up my phone and clicked on the accept call button.
"Yoongi!" Namjoon blurted out.
"Whoa chill," I groan, "my ears hurt. Why are you shouting?" I ask.
"Tae- and Jungkook!" He exclaims.
I groan and brush a hand through my hair, "What did they do this time?" I mumble.
"No- they—" Namjoon was speaking but he got cut out. His signal must be bad.
"Left them!" He blurted out.
"What? You're lagging, I couldn't hear you." I said, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge to search for ice cream.
"Taehyung and Jungkook- we don't know where they are! Jin said they were cornered by an alley and apparently Tae told him and Jimin to run away since they were with them." Namjoon continued as he got better signal.
"Wait, what?!" I shout, dropping the tube of ice cream I got from the fridge.
I heard shuffling and mumbling on the other line. "Yeah. And Jin and Jimin are currently at some random dude's lawn!"
"Oh my gosh— if this is a joke then I will kill you, Joon!" I shout on the phone.
"Its not. I swear! Just- I'll text you the rest of the info, Im getting bad signal." He said before he ended the call.
"This is— Joon! Namjoon!" I mumble as he ended the call. "He hung up on me! Gosh!" I shout.
Is this for real?!
I received a text from Namjoon next.
"Basically Jin, Jimin, Tae and Jungkook were together and they got beaten at an alley. Tae told Jin and Jimin to run, which so they did. And now none of us know where Tae and Jungkook are at. Sorry, don't panic Yoongi."
Is this for real— this, no. My gosh. Im finding them.
I sigh and pick up my car keys, rushing out of the house and drive off to the street.
Those two are in serious trouble- really.
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Jin's Pov
"We're here."
Hoseok stepped on the brakes and parked the car in front of our house- the house me, Namjoon and Hoseok stays at.
"Wake Jimin up, I'll call Yoongi hyung to make sure he's okay." Namjoon told me, hopping out of the car.
I nod and shake Jimin's small body. "Jimin." I whisper.
His small eyes open and stare at mine, he slowly got up and wiped his eyes. "Hm?" He mumbles.
"We're at my house, you can continue sleeping at my room if you'd like." I said, opening the door beside me and hopping out.
Jimin nods and gets out, he enters the house and I watch him fade into the distance.
Poor kid. He shouldn't have witnessed what happened.
"Guys..." Namjoon mumbles as he walks towards me and Hoseok, who was getting something from the trunk.
"Yoongi isn't picking up my calls." He said, "I called him like five times already."
Hoseok sighs, pulling out a bucket of paint from the trunk. "He's probably pissed off at us."
I sigh and form a frown on my face.
"What's the paint for?" Namjoon asked.
"I was planning on re-painting the kitchen floor." Hoseok replies.
Namjoon nods and heads inside the house.
I sigh- for like the 23rd time today and walk inside after Namjoon. I sit at the living room and bury my face on a pillow.
"You good?"
Hoseok asks as he carried the bucket of paint inside the house.
I groan and shake my head. "No." I mumble.
"What's wrong?" He asks as he sat next to me.
I lift my head up and gave him a death glare. "Seriously?! You're seriously asking that?" I groan.
He gave out a laugh and raise his hands in defense. "No- I- sorry. Just tell me what's bothering you." He said.
"I feel so guilty for running away," I said, brushing a hand through my dark brown hair.
Hoseok shook his head. "Anyone would've done the same." He said.
"I know- it's just that- gosh. Im the oldest out of them, I should've been the one to defend them." I said, feeling useless.
He gave me a glare and clapped his hands together. "I can't believe you just said that." He said.
I was confused and raised my eyebrow.
"It was an intense situation. Your gut followed what Tae said and he ordered you and Jimin to run. Technically; it was nobody's fault. You were just at the wrong place at the wrong time." He said, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.
"I guess." I said, avoiding a lecture from Hoseok.
"You should." He said, standing up and walking upstairs.
Now Im all alone downstairs. Yoongi is mad, Taehyung and Jungkook is no where to be found, Namjoon is stressed out, Hobi has to do something, and Jimin was probably traumatized.
And why? Because I didn't stay and fight. I flew away from the situation. Oh my gosh.
Sigh.
"You know you don't have to carry the guilt with you."
I turned around and to my surprise I see Jimin behind me, drinking a glass of water.
"It was no one's fault."
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Hello! Thank you so much for reading today's chapter. Make sure to vote and comment to boost the book! I love you all.
Also I'll be moving out of my house temporarily and I might not be able to access wifi but I will write chapters offline. Might update slowly this week and next week.