"Dear TV, please desensitize me, give me more genocide, please. The world is your aphrodisiac so you stay turned on..."

~Dear TV-Tablo

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Hey Yoongi. Yoongi... What should burn next? Who should it be? Who's bones need to be burnt to dust?

Yoongi?

Don't you remember how much you hate them? Why are you running? You should be burning them all. It's so easy, isn't it? You could do it.

Yoongi... I thought you were more than this.

A clap of thunder sounded, and Yoongi sat straight up as the thunder continued to shake the apartment. It took him a moment to even realize he was in an apartment, the room seemed so dark with clouds and foreign to anything he was used to seeing upon waking up, like his bed post, or his clothes all around the room, or the shit window with the glass panel that would slip out of the housing and bang on it when the wind blew hard enough.

But wait, it should be foreign, this is...Yoongi looked around himself. He had no idea how long he slept, but it was too long. That's right, I burned that room, I was running. She'll find me, I know she will, she'll come looking.

Yoongi moved to get off the couch he was laying on, so fast he made himself dizzy, and he stood way too fast almost collapsing immediately after and ending up grabbing a floor lamp which he knocked over by accident, the light-bulb smashing on the floor, then the rope attached to the blinds, pulling one side of the blinds up suddenly, making the plastic panels buzz as he fell to the floor.

After a second of holding his weight, the blinds snapped out of the window and landed in his lap.

"Wow, okay, you're up."

Yoongi looked up and found Namjoon's roommate looking at him from over a book, sitting in a simple wood chair.

"I was also about to use that light to study, but there goes that idea, huh? Oh well." He said, closing the book and setting it on the floor.

"Where is he?" Yoongi asked, voice sounding ragged and dry. "Where is that fucking old man and his, 'sleep is the best medicine' philosophical ass?" Yoongi took the blinds that had landed in his lap and threw them across the room. "I could kill him for this! I told him I couldn't take a goddamn nap!!"

Namjoon's roommate just stared at him, "Okay, but language, please, we're not animals, there are other words in human speech."

Yoongi squinted at him. "Where. Fucking where did he fucking go?"

"I hope you don't kiss you mother with that mouth."

"I don't." She's not worth the energy to spit at either. "Namjoon. Where the hell did he go?"

The Roommate looked up at the ceiling, heaving a sigh. "Yoongi, was it? He went down to the club probably, he's got a sort of job there." Then he looked at Yoongi again. "But you're not going anywhere if you can't get up, so I don't get what the point is."

"I can get up! Just give me a damn minute." Yoongi said, then put his hands on the windowsill above him.

After a bit of re-positioning he eventually got to at least a kneeling position. Namjoon's roommate just watched. Silent.

"He lied." He spoke up eventually. "There was ibuprofen. Not aspirin, but he would definitely know the difference, and that they were pretty much the same. He just wanted you to stay."

Yoongi stopped cold. "What the hell do you mean, 'wanted me to stay'? Why would he want me to stay? Or, wait, let me guess, he's some crazy psycho like every other fucking person I've run into, right? Just some crazy-ass--."

Yoongi was stopped mid-way when he was grabbed by the collar. "Don't you ever talk about him like that."

Namjoon's roommate lifted him up by his shirt, making him stand, which hurt like hell, and Yoongi couldn't help but wince and screw his eyes shut in pain for a second. He pushed Yoongi into the wall, "He's done more for anybody than I've ever met, he's not fucking crazy, you understand me?!" He was quiet for a second, then he shook Yoongi once, "Do you understand?!"

Yoongi took a few deep breaths, trying to cope with the pain. "Yes, damn it, yes, I understand..." I hadn't expected him to snap, why is this such a touchy subject? He's threatening me, but he's shaking like he's being threatened.

Namjoon's roommate sighed, then took a step back, releasing Yoongi's shirt as he did. "I'll get you the ibuprofen." He said under his breath.

Yoongi kept himself standing while he watched him leave the room. What is it about Namjoon that I got to close to? What the hell could be up with him that roommate got so agitated?

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Seokjin. That was the roommate's name, he'd mentioned it when Yoongi was going out the door. And actually, they'd had a bit of time to talk--sort of, not really-- since He'd insisted that Yoongi wait half an hour for the pill to kick in before trying to walk over there. He'd reminded him of how he heard mothers were supposed to act, which made Seokjin snapping at him seem even more weird.

But Yoongi put it out of his mind, walking down the sidewalk, holding the side ofthe brick buildings as he made his way to the corner where the club was.

He could feel the music through the walls, through the sidewalk, he could only dully hear it over the rain, but it's presence could be felt easy enough.

The boom of the bass along with the undertone of just generally loud music could be felt through his spine, and if he hadn't taken the pain killer, would hurt more than just a dull ache.

At the front door of the club, there was no bodyguard like how it usually was with something exclusive, so Yoongi guessed it wasn't exclusive, just a normal, regular club, no admission, just walk in. And probably the least popular club this side of the city judging by it's location. Clubs did better inside of a city rather than just outside of it, who ever decided the location was a moron.

Walking in, it felt like he was in a haze, a fog machine running somewhere, everything seemed cloudy, the beat of the song pounded in his ears, while as he walked in, he could see a flood of people, all under a dim, reddish light, that cast everyone the same sort of red.

Shit, how am I going to find Namjoon in this?

There was at least a hundred people, all dancing, the floor was filled with moving people and it was hard to tell what was going on exactly. And shouting wouldn't work, no one could hear anyone over this beat that seemed to mimic a gigantic heartbeat.

This was going to take hours to find one platinum blonde guy.

Yoongi walked in, going straight to the only clear place, which was over by the bar. Yoongi sat on a bar-stool to relieve some pressure on his leg for a bit while he looked around the club, trying to recognize Namjoon out of the crowd of people. When I see him, I'm gonna kill him. If he's going to help, he's got to be fucking around after putting me to sleep without my permission. It was going to be a long night of looking if this kept up.

Then someone tapped his leg, and Yoongi nearly jumped up, but instead double took at the person who'd touched him.

It was a she, and she was basically half naked in pretty much all terms of the words. At least 90% of her legs were showing, her shorts were so extremely short, and she wore a tight red crop top that didn't do much more than a sports bra would, her stomach in full view and the shirt coming so low that most of her breasts were pretty visible too. She had a pretty face, but lots of eye-makeup, and a little too red of a lipstick. She didn't look all that old in the face, kind of young if he imagined her without make-up and actually wearing something.

He'd admit, he stared for a minute. Then he cleared his throat and looked away. He didn't have time for a girl right now, whatever she wanted didn't matter.

But then she tapped his leg again.

You came for Namjoon, idiot, don't look-- Yoongi looked, and when he did, she leaned in toward him, her hot breath on his neck she leaned so close. Shit... Her soft hair tickled his cheek, and she put her weight on his thigh.

She giggled in his ear. "I know who you are, arsonist." She whispered, then leaned back.

That was enough to make Yoongi's eyes widen and his heart race. She just smiled big at him, absolutely pleased. Damn it. Damn it. I should have just ran, screw Namjoon, I should have just ran. But it was too late for any of that now.

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A/N:

If you're reading this, (lol) I'm currently out of town :3

No, but seriously.

I just had this update ready and decided to post it.

But hey, have you seen that Fire MV teaser? asdfghjkl;lkjhgfds It's gonna be lit :3 And I can't wait, but I'm also not ready, describe this feeling O_O

~Neri~