"With a light gray background, why am I standing here? I dont know if I have a lot of thoughts, or no thoughts at all..."

~Rain-BTS

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"Ah!" Yoongi moaned. He was about to kick Namjoon in the face, this hurt too much.

"Calm down, you're lucky my parents didn't find you first, or I'd be digging a bullet out of you, that's a lot worse trust me, a lot bloodier too." Namjoon said, wringing the bloodied wash cloth he'd been using out, red tinted water going down the drain.

Namjoon had him sitting in a shed in the yard, surrounded by yard tools, a gigantic lawn mower, a small sink along with a big, black hose, old cans of paint, and a few large buckets, one of which he had turned over and was sitting on while Namjoon knelt in front of him, having ripped the jeans he was wearing from his knee to the end by his ankle so he could get at the wound.

"You can't possibly see what the hell you're doing." Yoongi started, since Namjoon was standing by the sink now, his back to him, washing the washcloth out.

"I can't bring you in the house, if that's what you're asking, and like I said, you're lucky my parents didn't hear you or see you, even if I found you first, they still would have shot you." Namjoon said, matter-of-factly. "I'm not supposed to be talking to anyone."

Yoongi frowned, staring at Namjoon. What the hell? This guy was weird enough already, why am I running into all the crazies? The only question was Namjoon the one with problems, or his parents?

"What's your name?" Namjoon asked, looking over his shoulder and giving Yoongi a dimpled smile.

"Why do you need to know?" Yoongi spat back.
Namjoon shrugged. "If you want to be called 'squirt', that's okay too, I don't care, squirt. That's fine by me, squirt. Or maybe Squirtle fits you bett--."

Yoongi groaned loudly, wishing he could hit Namjoon without getting up or hurting himself. "Yoongi! Damn it, my name is Yoongi, don't ever call me squirt again, I'll beat the shit out of you, 'old man'."

Namjoon hummed, then reached over to a shelf and grabbed a plastic bottle of a opaque white coloring, unscrewing the cap and pouring some of the contents on Yoongi's leg without any warning.

Whatever it was, it stung like hell, and it made Yoongi scream all sorts of profanities and throw his head back in pain. Namjoon just glared at him, that move obviously being revenge for that 'old man' comment.

Yoongi spent a fair minute just breathing heavy, trying to calm down. Alcohol, that's what it was, probably to disinfect it, but Namjoon had enjoyed doing it, judging from the smile on his face. And while Yoongi was still calming down, started wrapping a bandage around Yoongi's leg.

When Yoongi was calm enough to stop breathing so hard, Namjoon cleared his throat, "So, why did you jump over the fence, in here? Don't tell me you like scratching yourself up and getting shot?"

Yoongi looked at Namjoon for a second, still wanting to hit him, then looked away. "Running."

"From?"

"Everything."

"You can't run from everything. Life is about confronting things, and overcoming them, If you're running from everything, you're dying." Namjoon said, shaking his head.

Since he was close enough, having just finished tying off the bandage, Yoongi grabbed him by the collar of his tee-shirt. "What the hell do you know? You're probably some psycho shut-in!"

Namjoon looked at him evenly. He wasn't intimidated, he wasn't scared, wasn't even surprised. How did mom do it? How could she scare him and he couldn't even get anyone to even flinch? What the hell was she doing that he wasn't?

"I know that you screamed like a girl, and my parents are about to come out here and shoot you, Squirtle."

Yoongi would have gotten angry, but Namjoon twisted Yoongi's hand away from his shirt, causing a brief bit of pain and forcing Yoongi's fingers to release.

~~~

Namjoon helped him up, letting him put his arm over his shoulders, though Yoongi didn't really want to do that, but he couldn't walk a step without it hurting like a bitch. Only problem was, Namjoon led him to a car around the other side of the mansion in the driveway, sitting him in the front seat.

Before he could close the passenger side door for him, Yoongi put his non-injured foot to the inside of the door, holding it open. "What the fuck are you doing? I'm not letting you kidnap me--."

"I'm not kidnapping you." Namjoon sighed. "You said you were running, I'm helping. Driving is faster than running, right? And I figured we'd stop for aspirin," He gestured to Yoongi's leg, "that shit's got to hurt."

Yoongi squinted. "Like hell, you're just going to drive me anywhere. What do you want? You're the one with the mansion, I don't have any damn money, you're wasting your time If that's what you want."

Namjoon laughed, dimples showing again. "Oh, I know you're broke." He said, then he pulled a few bills out of his pocket, "Only 11,000 won." He said, then handed Yoongi the bills before moving Yoongi's leg and closing the door.

Yoongi looked at the bills, confused, then patted his own pockets, finding they were empty. He pickpocketed me, this is my money, he pickpocketed me, and I didn't even notice! Yoongi stared at the money, trying to figure out when Namjoon could have done it. there didn't seem to be much time that he could, and Yoongi couldn't understand how he didn't even feel anything. It was in his front pocket, how could he have done it, and Yoongi not even notice the slightest bit?

Namjoon got in the driver's seat, starting up the car, which stalled for a while, until he pressed the gas and the car revved loud. The car was old, plain, just a dirty white sedan, papers all ocwe the back seat, looking like they were torn from the binders laying on the floors. There were a few soda cups from fast food restaurants and at least a dozen air fresheners hanging from the rearview mirror and from the blinker and wiper controls by the steering wheel, most of them probably smelling like nothing and Namjoon just too lazy to clean them out. It was nothing near fancy or new.

Yoongi was starting to wonder if Namjoon's parents even owned this mansion, he was seeming more and more like just a random bum.

But It was confusing, as he got going, the car anything but silent as it went down the driveway, Namjoon reached up and pressed a button on the fold-down visor and ahead, the gate in the fence opened. He has to live here, how else would he be able to do that?

"I like your piercing." Namjoon said, kind of random.

Yoongi didn't know what he was talking about for a full second, the topic seeming a little out of the blue. "What?"

Namjoon pointed to his lip. "You do that yourself?"

"Yeah...?" Yoongi said, not sure how to take that. All the crazies today, I swear to god, when will it stop?

"Cool." Namjoon said nodding absently. "I mean, that's got to hurt."

"It did...?"

Namjoon got quiet for a moment, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel as he stopped at a light. "You ever rap?"

"No...?"

Namjoon nodded slowly, continuing his driving.

Looking out the window, he noticed the direction they were going was toward the police station, and Yoongi's breath caught. Damn, I was on the news, practically wanted, it didn't even occur to me. Yoongi put his hand on the door, toward the handle. If that was the case, he didn't know how he was going to get away, but he'd try. Should the car stop, he was jumping out. No matter how much it hurt.

But the car didn't stop, it kept going, Namjoon kept driving, and it didn't look like he was planning on stopping soon.

"Where are you taking me?" Yoongi asked, hand still on the door handle in case he stopped.

Namjoon hummed. "My apartment, for aspirin. Where did you think, Squirtle?"

"Do you want to die?"

Namjoon laughed. "I can't take that seriously from a guy with a death grip on the door and a scratched up leg."

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It was a silent, awkward ride the rest of the way, and Yoongi had time to think through the options of why Namjoon seemed off to him. 1. He was on drugs. 2. He was a sociopath. 3. He wanted something from Yoongi.

They all seemed pretty possible at this point, but at the moment, it didn't seem like there was anything wrong with him helping. Though it's weird as hell that he wants to help at all. I would have left me to get shot.

Namjoon helped Yoongi out of the car, and toward an apartment building. The building was alright, it wasn't grossly out of repair, but it wasn't all that much to look at either, just a plain brick building that was on a pretty busy street, considering the amount of cars that went by, a lot of them playing loud music, or radio talk shows, or just general noise from all over the street.

It was in the city, or at least a very busy outer part of the city.

Namjoon helped Yoongi up to the front door, having parked on the curb, it was just a short walk across the sidewalk and up three steps. The outside door just opened, but inside were two more sets of doors and on the left wall was mailboxes, along with a metal panel with numbers and buttons.

"I don't really feel like fiddling around with the keycode and everything..." Namjoon said, probably mostly to himself before pressing the button labeled 12A, which buzzed as he held it down.

Eventually a flustered voice came through the intercom. "Yeah? Who's this?" He sounded kind of out of breath answering. In fact, Yoongi could hear him breathing hard.

"Just me. And a Squirtle I found."

"Huh? Well, ok. I'll buzz you in quick, I gotta--oh shit! Yeah,justcomeinquick!"

After that there was a long, loud buzz, and Namjoon quickly reached over and grabbed the door on the right side, tugging it open before it stopped buzzing before helping Yoongi through the doorway quick as he could.

Yoongi was in pain and irritated, and he was definitely starting to question Namjoon's motives, especially if he looked at it like him bringing him to someone who was in this apartment.

Yoongi didn't want to admit it, even to himself, but he was scared. He wasn't sure what Namjoon wanted out of all this, and that scared him. He wanted to get away from his mother, as far as he could go, and Namjoon seemed to want to help for no reason.

Yoongi had learned a lot, and he'd had a weird couple of days, but no one did things for no reason. He'd have to be extremely naïve to just accept that a random stranger who'd found him breaking in essentially, was just going to not ask questions and help him.

And then there was the whole 'Not supposed to be talking to anyone right now.' thing. That was creepy as fuck.

They went up to the door, 12A, and Namjoon tried the door, it opening without any resistance at all, just swinging open with a slight creak.

"I almost burned my lunch, Namjoon, you took way too long," Said someone Yoongi couldn't quite see, the outline lit by the only light on in the kitchen behind him, "I thought your parents forgot who you were and shot you or something, I almost called the whole swat team, and the government and--." He stopped speaking, coming into the hallway light and looking Yoongi up and down. "Who's this?"

The guy in the doorway was pretty good looking, tousled brown hair, deep brown eyes, full lips, and broad shoulders that made him seem bigger than he was, because he was pretty thin otherwise. His hands looked like they were covered in flour, but otherwise his clothes were very clean and nice, with a white button-up shirt with a black suit vest over it and some dark wash jeans.

No one was given ample time to answer his question before he was already reaching to help.

Yoongi moved out of the way of where he was going to grab, then glared at him. He already didn't like being helped, he didn't like the extra welcoming committee with the extra help.

"Just came for aspirin." Namjoon said, helping Yoongi further inside the apartment.

He'd ended up being let go of around a couch, collapsing into basically flat cushions. "The hell?" He said aloud when he looked around. The place was so extremely basic, and for someone who owned a mansion on the other side of town, it was a disappointment. Yoongi had expected more, really. But Namjoon seemed to be the opposite of what he thought so far.

The guy who'd 'greeted' them when they came in, stood over across from Yoongi, staring as Namjoon went off to the kitchen. "What happened to you? Don't tell me he found you trying to jump that barbed death trap?"

Yoongi scrunched up his nose in disgust. He wasn't going to answer that. I'm just not even in the mood. I don't feel like small talk, and I sure as hell don't want to relive jumping over a fence.

Namjoon soon came out of the kitchen with a glass of slightly cloudy water and a white colored mug. "Aspirin mixed in, it works a little faster." He said, handing Yoongi the water before taking a sip of whatever was in the mug.

Yoongi looked at in disgust. This was why he didn't like new people. Today was already filled with new people and it was barely past noon, and he didn't know what to trust, or who to trust, or how much he should say of anything. Ugh, I hate meeting people already, why did it have to be all the psychos?

Yoongi drank the water, which didn't really taste like water, but Yoongi attributed that to the aspirin mixed in. When Yoongi set the glass down on the table in front of him, Namjoon smiled big, dimples showing.

Yoongi looked from the glass, to Namjoon a few times, he would have gotten up and grabbed him by the collar, but he couldn't get up. "What in the hell did you just give me?" Yoongi asked.

"We didn't have aspirin. Next best thing." Namjoon said, sipping whatever was in his mug nonchalantly.

"This is not a fucking joke! What the hell did you give me?"

"I'm not joking around. I just gave you a sleeping pill, I figured you can't--."

"YOU GAVE ME WHAT?!" He yelled, accidentally getting up anyway, "SON OF A BITCH!" He yelled when the pain hit, collapsing back down.

"It'll give your leg time to rest too, don't get your panties in a bunch." Namjoon said, still casually sipping his drink, which was probably coffee.

"You don't fucking understand!" By this point Yoongi was panicking, deep inside he realized how much it scared him to stop for a minute, how much it meant his mother was a step closer to finding his ass and being a 'concerned mother' and getting him locked up 'for his own safety'. I can't let that happen, I won't let that happen, I can't afford to stop for any longer than I already have, I've got to keep running, I've got to--. "I can't take a goddamn nap! I've got to...keep going..."

Namjoon hummed. "A nap won't kill you."

Yes it will. if she catches me, I'm dead. I wouldn't be surprised if she murdered me by accident.

That is, if Namjoon's not a psycho murderer himself.

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A/N:
(づ • ᎑• )づ So heyyyy~~ normally I would have posted yesterday, but the internet went out, and I was too tired to wait for it to come back >~< sowwwyyy, sleep is too fabulous, couldn't give up on him ~

I meant to say last chapter, but thanks to those who corrected me/helped me understand won, because I was not getting it, so thank you for clarifying that conversion ~ (^O^)/

First time editing on my phone, so if it looks weird, know that that is why~~ (≧∇≦)

(ﾉoヮo)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ~Neri~