Today is the day. The day Namjoon leaves for good. He may not be able to navigate outside, but he doesn't care, staying with Yoongi like this is getting too much. Not only is he playing husband, but being blind hurts him. The blindfold doesn't ease any of his pain, he needs a doctor.

Owls hoot outside their bedroom window. Birds sleeping in their nests. The moon high up in the sky. Yoongi holding Namjoon close. Yes, tonight's the night.

Pushing Yoongi away, Namjoon tries to get himself set up. Yoongi, being used to the harsh treatment, just rolls over then reenters sleep.

Step Two: Start a habit two weeks early to not cause any alarm.

Slowly leaving the bed, he crawls to the bedroom door and opens it gently. Now in the hallway, he pulls out a match from his pajama pocket. Feeling along the wall, he touches the ridges of it. Perfect fire starter. Flicking the match across it, he felt the flame's heat on his face.

Placing the match under one of the upstairs' curtain, he smiles when the heat grew louder.

He crawls to the stairs and slides down. Once he made it to the bottom, he stands and starts his trek to the front door but something new got in his way. No, not something, someone....

"Didn't I tell you to stop escaping? That you'd never leave me."

Namjoon froze in Yoongi's arms. No, he was asleep! He should be upstairs!!

"How did you...."

"You changed your habits, I knew you were using that for your escape plan. You never pushed me away."

"I push you away because you TOOK MY EYEBALLS OUT! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!"

The fire on the curtain decided to hug the walls who later decided to do the same thing. The fire spread quickly upstairs. The bathroom caught flames. Their bedroom. The hallway. Soon, the fire managed to find the staircase.

Yoongi looks up to see the ball of fire. He smirks. He loves fire. Fire is beautiful. Fire is warm. Fire is getting to close for comfort!

"You took my matches?"

Namjoon tries to struggle out of Yoongi's grip. "No! You started this fire to kill me. We will die together!"

Namjoon yells as he throws a punch at nothing, he managed to hit Yoongi square in the throat. Yoongi releases him as he holds his throat. His breath leaving him.

Namjoon falls to the floor, his adrenaline pumping. Getting back up, he swings his arms in front of him to not bump into anything. Which way is he facing? Where is the door? Where is Yoongi!

Doesn't matter. Making a run for it, Namjoon enters the kitchen. "Where the hell am I?!" The door should be right in front of him, not the fridge!

"There you are!" Yoongi trudges to Namjoon who starts throwing whatever he could get his hands on. Food, bowls, a knife was thrown earlier too.

"Get away from me!"

Yoongi stands still as he watches Namjoon throw anything at the kitchen table. "Stop trying to hurt me. I'm not even over there. You can't do anything by yourself."

Namjoon stops. He's right. I'm useless. Falling onto the ground, he curls up and just cries. Yoongi sighs as he walks towards the crying man.

The fire blocks the kitchen exit.

"Joonie, do you understand now? You can't leave me. We are meant to be together..."

Namjoon just waits, waits for Yoongi to get closer. His tears aren't from sadness or realization of what he is now, just pain from his eyes. Just a little closer...

"Does that make sense now?" Yoongi finishes as he rubs Namjoon's back. Namjoon smirks under his arms. Now that he knows he is in the kitchen, he will have to use his third escape route.

Namjoon then punches Yoongi in the face. Yoongi holds his eye in pain. "Fuck!"

Namjoon books it passed his kidnapper and towards the exit, but he stops when the heat reached his face. How fast did the fire spread!?

"Damn it! Get over here!!" Yoongi yells.

Namjoon ignores him. A piece of the ceiling falls right between the two making him jump. Namjoon doesn't know what is going on around him, but he knows he is hot. Burning hot.

Tripping and burning his limbs, Namjoon stays close to the ground as smoke fills the house. Damn it, he should've been out by now!

Yoongi growls as he watches Namjoon crawl away. The ceiling still in his way. Now he is really angry. Walking straight through the rubble, Yoongi shouts, "You can't run from this!!"

Namjoon shrieks. Everything is just so fucking dark. Once he made it to the hallway, Namjoon knocks over the tables just like he practiced. He can feel himself getting closer to the door, he's so close to freedom!

Yoongi grabs Namjoon's ankles and pulls him back. Namjoon yells, shocked at the new feeling. "Let me go! Let me go please!"

Yoongi just continued to drag the kicking and screaming male back into the living room.

"I told you, you are not leaving me. We die here together with your fire!" Yoongi yells.

Namjoon felt his life being taken from him the further into the house he is sent to. Once they are both dead center of the room, Yoongi straddles Namjoon. Cuddling up to him. Namjoon tried to get away but the strength his tiny 'husband' has is crazy.

The house crinkles and pop as it starts to fall apart.

Namjoon can hear the house breaking. Now his tears are from sadness.

"Let me go." He whispers. Yoongi shakes his head. "I don't ever want to let you go."

Sucking in a deep breath, Namjoon says one last thing. "I'm scared to die."

Yoongi tries to sooth him. "It's ok, I'm here."

I don't want you here. I don't want to be here. I don't want to die, I want to live!

Getting the much needed strength, Namjoon pushes as hard as he could against Yoongi's chest. This action made Yoongi slam against the couch, at that moment one of the lightbulbs popped and shattered all over Yoongi's face.

Namjoon never heard such a painful scream. He wonders, what just happened to Yoongi? Not paying too much attention, Namjoon continues to crawl away from the still screaming male.

By the time Yoongi came to his senses, he heard the door being slammed in. "Joonie!? Joonie where are you!?"

Yoongi tries to clear his vision but the glass had burned his left eye. He can't see.

/Slam/

Namjoon falls to the ground as the door flies off it's hinges. The outside air blows into the house, oxygen and carbon dioxide does not mix well. Yoongi, still in the center of the living room, watches as the fire grew bigger and around him. Glaring at the fire, Yoongi lets his body be consumed.

Namjoon runs as far as he could from the house. Once his legs grew tired, he falls to the ground. The adrenaline is empty. Closing his eyes, Namjoon sleeps.

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