# Mother Natures love, or perhaps an attack of flames?

// Big Hit Headquarters, Seoul; 20:08

Everyone is silent at the dinner table. Hoseok isn't present, definitely not making the situation any better. Quietly munching on my steak, I take a good look at the men sitting around me. That letter took a toll on all of us, the whole situation and the mission itself did. Even Jeongguk and Jin have dark expressions on their faces even though they weren't actually in that storage room. 

I have read the letter too many times to count with my fingers, the words stuck to my mind like glue. It hurt seeing his handwriting again. He always wrote birthday and Christmas letters to me  when he didn't have time to meet my mom and I. That stopped as I grew older, as I got old enough to start training.

My first trainer was absolutely horrible. No sense of sympathy whatsoever. I fell and started to bleed as a seven-year old, he couldn't care less. He would scream at me to get up and start hitting the raven black punching bag again until my wrist started bleeding. How to fix that? Oh, he just took some white tape, squeezed my knuckles until my fingers turned blue and commanded me to go on. This man got fired since he tried to hook up with me. It was and still is disgusting. My father finally realized he went way past the line. The line wasn't even visible anymore.

My second trainer was a she, already a lot more amiable. She needed a greater sense of humanity, that's certain, but at least she didn't make me pass out. Morosely, she had to quit due to being shot and almost killed. My father found her too weak and irresponsible to let that happen to herself. Snipers and spies weren't to blame, according to the greatest mafia boss.

My third and last trainer was one of the most wonderful human-being in every possible way; he was charitable and understanding, altruistic as well. Very wise for his age, only past twenty. My seventeen-year old self couldn't help but have a tiny crush on him. He got the title of the older brother I never had after some time passed though. At least that's what I thought at that time.

I can only hear noises of chewing coming from the guys as these memories haunt my mind. Closing my eyes, I let out a deep sigh. Everything has to be so complicated like we're all just small pieces of this huge and substantial game. Controlled by who? I have no idea, but I can't see myself enjoying a comfortable and heartwarming conversation with this person.

"Do you believe him?"

I abruptly raise my head at that, my eyes piercing through Yoongi's. The atmosphere in the dining hall takes a turn for the even worse, ice almost forming at the gold decorated walls. We end up having a staring contest as I don't have an answer to his question, a question I wish was never asked.

"I haven't believed anything nor anyone in years, why start now?"

He is clearly not completely delighted by my response, but it will have to do. We all turn back to eating, but in a greater silence than before. "This has to stop. Zhu Lin, Yoongi, follow me." Namjoon speaks up, done with our altercation.

I glare at the short, pale man following his leader, silently blaming him for this. So many other problems and worries and I have to sort out things with Yoongi. Using my important and critical energy on him makes me so utterly annoyed.

I didn't even know Namjoon had his own office, but it makes sense. It's not a shocker, to say the least. He commands us both to sit in black leather chairs in front of his desk, just like young, bickering siblings.

"Now tell me, why do I have to spend my inestimable time solving your problems like you are kids?" he asks, demanding an answer just by using his dark eyes. I stay silent, letting Yoongi answer this time.

The office we're in is dark, not on the same level as the storage room we spent our night only hours ago though. The leader's desk is in dark wood, the walls just the same. With the two wall lights dimmed, this situation is too excessive for me to handle. I don't get uncomfortable efficiently or scared at that, but situations like these assuredly make me want to jump down into a black hole.

"We didn't ask for you to do this, your decision leader." Yoongi answers, his voice ice cold. I would definitely call it slightly disrespectful in a way, rude as well, but it seems like he's in his natural habitat; face emotionless, eyes dull along with dark bags under them from sleepless nights.

Namjoon doesn't seem to be provoked or bothered, he is frankly used to this behavior. I slightly raise my eyebrows, indirectly screaming I hate his guts  at the moment. His attitude does not fit with mine, not a good match.

"I meant and still do; why can't you at least act like you don't loathe each other at all times. Grow up for god's sake, you are acting like children and I incontestably don't have time for that as things are quite hectic right now."

Both Yoongi and I just look at our shoes, the not so interesting walls, the only painting he has in this whole room picturing a small boat on a big ocean. Neither of us can meet his gaze, both filled with shame over our childish behavior. I have not given it much thought, how irritating it must be to have this troublesome weight on his shoulders.

I mumble out an apology, taking the role as the responsible one out of us two children in this dark sleek themed room. The group's leader sure has a father role, a good one at that. Loving and bright, silly and clumsy, but also serious and liable when needed.

Yoongi impressively says sorry for his actions as well. I somewhat smile at that, his gentle murmur definitely unusual. Namjoon ends his little lecture about how critical it is that we behave well and excuses us, thus leading to me almost crashing into Yoongi's back on our way out.

The smell of fire suddenly attacks my nose. Sounds of crackling and loud noises fill my ears as we walk out. My eyes widen at the sight of flames right in front of us. Shocked, I gasp, only to ingest what could have been clouds of dark smoke.

Namjoon runs up to us, worried for his members, his family, which is not in any sight. "What the fuck is going on?!" I can hear Yoongi yell from my side, to which I roll my eyes at.

"People are active in bed, having fun, creating life, getting a lot of love and attention from Mother Nature, bringing a new human being to this world of beauty," I gasp for some clean air before finishing my sharp remark, "what do you think?!"

Both men besides me give me a disapproving look before they start running. All I can do is follow them, the heat from the flames almost catching up. The hallway we're rushing through is filling up with the toxic gas. No signs of the others concern me. None of us have any type of control, the sudden attack of the flames came so out of the blue, no time to prepare.

The second oldest of the gang starts screaming after the others, somewhat catching me off guard. The desperation is evident in his voice, it's utterly heartbreaking. Namjoon follows, their voices breaking.

The overwhelming feeling of pain is striking me as a painting drowning in flames falls right on to my feet. I trip and fall over it, my head landing on the floor rather completely opposite of soft and controlled. Having no time to stop, I jump back up on my burned feet. I stagger, hurt clouding my eyes.

Whimpering, I try to keep running, but my legs give in. I squeeze my eyes, awaiting the pain that would occur from crashing to the floor. I felt nothing, but arms around my waist. Letting out a breath I did not notice I held in, my eyes meet a pair of dark ones; Jeon Jeongguk's.

"- and I save you yet again."

(EDITED)

a/n: tf wattpad have decided to delete the ending of this chapter, I only noticed now as I read through my story lol.