"Nevermind, Nevermind, there are many things in this world you can't do shit about..."

~Nevermind-BTS

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He didn't know what to do. What should he do? She knew who he was, it was too late to run anywhere, if he could run for shit anyway. Chances were she said that to get something out of him. Why the hell else would she? Chances were she hadn't called anyone yet, he'd only just walked in, she couldn't have had time, it was impossible.

She had a certain look in her eyes, a look that spoke something, he wasn't sure what yet, but it made his chest tight.

This was a bribe. She was trying to get him to do what she wanted, the only question was, what did she want?

He cleared his throat, leaning in toward her, not nearly as close as she had, "So what if you do?" He said, trying not to shake or show nearly how scared he really was under everything.

She smiled, than got up, gesturing with her index finger for him to follow.

Only an idiot would follow her. Only an idiot would actually see what she wanted. But Yoongi felt himself getting out of the chair anyway, following her as she led the way down a dark hallway.

The music was starting to get to duller, fading, seeming more far away, and Yoongi wasn't sure if it was that they were getting further away from it, or if his thought's were overpowering the sound.

I could knock her out. I could just punch her, just knock her senseless, just kill-- Yoongi stopped, shaking his head. No. That's not me, that's my mother, that would be how she would handle it. Yoongi looked at his hands for a moment. He shouldn't be like her, he shouldn't use that kind of force, he refused to be like her.

"Yoongi-ah~!" The girl said, laughing as she took hold of his hands, pulling him through a door and out into the cold air, the sound of raindrops hitting plastic filling what silence the absence of the pounding music had brought. "You're so stupid."

He frowned at her, but he wasn't in a position to fight or fire back. Instead just letting the sound of the rain hitting the awning they were under fill the silence.

The silence until she grabbed hold of his collar and pulled him toward her, her lips forcing themselves onto his. In less then a second, she'd thrown herself at him, and it took Yoongi a second to react, pushing her away.

"What the hell?!" He asked, wiping off his lips with the back of his hand while she stumbled back. What did I expect? What the hell else did I think she would do?

"I know why you haven't skipped town yet, and I think we can help each other, huh?" She said raising an eyebrow before smiling widely.

Yoongi scrunched up his nose. "Who are you?"

Her face fell, going from smiling to venomous in a matter of a second. "Yu Jae-hwa? Class president? From School?" She said, sounding more annoyed with each word, "I know you're a fucking idiot and thick, but I thought you were well known enough to remember who is in charge." She pointed at herself, "You don't just forget my face, damn it, I'm the hottest girl in school."

Yoongi tilted his head. She's hot, I guess. He couldn't remember her, at all. She must have been from school, but he couldn't even vaguely recall her face, or her voice, or her attitude. "I don't know you." Yoongi said eventually, meeting her eyes evenly. "You better beat it before you get your ass beat."

Yoongi shoved his hands in his pockets, about to turn and go back in when she yelled after him.

"You're missing out! I could get you so much money, you could skip town, no more police, no more hiding, you could be set for years, Yoongi, I can get the police to cool it. I want to help, like I said."

He'd be lying if the words didn't catch his attention. Money. He needed money. If anything was in the way of him getting as far away from his mother as possible, than it was money. If he could just have enough money, he could just run as far as he could, as far as he wanted to.

Yoongi turned around. "What's the catch? There's always a catch..."

She smiled big at him, obviously satisfied that she'd reeled him back in. And I'm so willing. "It's not much really." She said, a smirk playing on her red tinted lips. "A few favors."

This doesn't sound right, I don't like this, she's playing an angle, I know she is, this has a trick. "What favors?"

"I heard from a friend a... problem is resurfacing... I have to get rid of that problem, a problem who should be in the looney bin, who is absolute scum--."

Yoongi shook his head. "I'm not a hitman. I don't know what kind of bullshit they've been saying on TV, I just started a fire, I don't kill people." Though it crossed my mind, and I can't believe it did.

Jae-hwa looked hurt, putting her hand to her chest, "I never said you had to kill him! Whenever did I say that? I'll let him do that himself." She said, smirking. "Just...rough him up, make him scared, remind him how dirt he is, both physically and mentally. I can mess up his mind, but physically--."

Yoongi groaned, looking away. Just to beat someone up, that's all. she wants me to drive someone to the brink of insanity, make them feel like an animal, to come to hate themselves...

"And," She started, taking a step closer to him, her height on level with his since she was wearing high heels and her brown eyes closer than what he would have liked, especially given that kiss earlier. "You get to be my boyfriend." Before Yoongi could back away, she handed him a index card that she'd dug out from god knows where. "Think about it."

Yoongi cringed. He sure as hell wasn't going to attempt to smile. But he took the index card anyway, flipping it over in his hands and seeing the phone number written on it before sticking it in his pocket.

The deal felt wrong in every fiber of his being, but he needed options, he needed somewhere to turn if Namjoon didn't follow through, he needed the money and he was willing to deal with her if he had to.

He looked up at her once again, catching those dark eyes of hers. He couldn't see a trace of a lie in them, as much as they looked like black abysses, he couldn't say she was being less than truthful. She was willing to give him money, she wanted this job done.

She smirked at him. To her, it probably looked like he was staring, and he was, but only at her eyes, contrary to what she probably thought.Your eyes don't care, your eyes seem separate from the rest of you, it's like looking at someone else.

"Yoongi!"He snapped out of it, taking a look behind him to the door. Namjoon was standing, leaning on the door frame, lollipop in his mouth."Who's this?" He said around the lollipop, dimples showing as he smiled.

Yoongi looked back at the girl--Jae-hwa, Than he pushed passed Namjoon and back inside. Going as fast as a limp could take him.

Namjoon laughed as he caught up with him. "Leg feeling better?"

Yoongi frowned, not looking away from where he was headed in front of him as the pounding of the music was getting closer. Namjoon hung around by his shoulder, easily keeping up with him as he smiled gummily.

"Oh, but what's this?" Namjoon said, stopping suddenly.

It took a moment for Yoongi to stop, mostly out of curiosity, but when he did, he saw Namjoon holding up the index card Jae-hwa had given him.

Yoongi groaned. "It's nothing, and if you don't give it back, my foot's going to be up your ass so far you could taste my--."

"Sure, whatever squirtle." Namjoon said, but gave the card back anyway. "She's going to use you."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "What the hell would you know?"

Namjoon was quiet for a while, which was nice, because the music was starting to get too loud to do anything but yell over as they got closer.

There was so much to look at, so much to hear, so much to take in, but Yoongi only had one destination, at that was outside, away from this pounding beat that was starting to give him a splitting headache. Namjoon seemed to be following him, just sucking that lollipop of his.

Even when Yoongi had started walking back to the apartment, his leg starting to hurt again, Namjoon followed silently. It was off-putting, the silence. It wasn't like a regular silence, it was too quiet, and Namjoon just stared as he walked with Yoongi. What's wrong with him? It's got to be something. Is it a mental issue? Is he not used to being around people or something?

"You said you'd help me run." Yoongi said, eyeing Namjoon in the corner of his eye. "You're not helping."

"I've got a physics paper due tomorrow." Namjoon said. "You're not helping."

Yoongi stopped walking, leaning against the brick building for a minute, looking at him. "What?"

Namjoon blinked. "Physics, you know, how things--."

"I Know what physics is!!" Yoongi said. "I thought you said you'd help! What the fuck do you mean, you 'have a physics paper due'?!"

Namjoon shrugged and gave Yoongi a smile. "I mean I have to write it up tonight--."

Yoongi groaned. Some part of him had seen it coming that Namjoon would fall through with this, some part of him could see how unwilling he was to actually do anything to help and would just leave him, "Of course you do. I knew you couldn't be serious, why the hell would you help me anyway? I'm just a rotten bastard who shouldn't exist. So thanks for nothing, just load me up with pain killers and I'll fucking walk as far as I fucking can."

Namjoon's smile fell. "Hey, you don't have to guilt-trip me--."

Yoongi gave him a look, meeting those dark eyes that only stared back at him. "Giving you a guilt trip for what? You don't even know me, I should expect nothing from you just like my mother and all her Satan-spawn friends."

Silence ensued and Yoongi was sure he'd said more than he'd ever wanted to say, especially to Namjoon, just some random bum who'd picked up a stupid injured dog. He didn't need to know all that. The less he knew, the better, the more likely he'd not call the police.

Namjoon looked like he wanted to say something, his facial expression that of someone thinking over what to say. But even if he said something, if he would have said something, Yoongi wouldn't have heard him, the screech of tires blocked everything out.

It took a moment for both of them to look up at the maroon car stopping in the middle of the road, the tires having left skid marks on the road in it's effort to stop.

Yoongi exchanged a glance with Namjoon as the car just sat there, practically sideways in the road, the hood of it facing them, the windows too tinted to see in.

Then the engine revved, loud like an animal.It can't be, this can't be happening, this isn't real, I'm dreaming, I got drunk and I don't remember--this can't be real, things like this don't happen, no one actively tries to run people over like this, right?

And for a moment, Yoongi sat there, wondering what the hell was going on, what he should do, if he should take it as coincidence, if he should move, then he realized, this is real. It's not a dream, this is real-- and despite any amount of pain he might have felt, the scared part of him demanded to take off, so he bolted, and it didn't take that long to realize Namjoon had bolted with him, both of them taking off in such a direction that it was hard for the car to turn in immediately.

Not that the car couldn't be heard revving behind them, making the turn to follow them.

Yoongi made the mistake of glancing back, seeing the car run over the sidewalk to make a quicker turn their direction.

He could feel his heartbeat sky rocket, the fear getting deep down inside of him and build a black hole around where his stomach was. The fear made everything sound dull and distant, the only thing prominent was his heartbeat, the pounding of it filling the world it seemed like. It wasn't in slow motion, nothing so movie like, it was happening way too fast.

It felt like he was running too fast, and when he thought about the running, he thought for sure he'd trip and fall onto the pavement.

Can't run from this, can't run from it. Why are you so lost with reality? You were born to die, Yoongi, always were, always will be.

Namjoon shoved Yoongi toward a building, and instinctively, he put his hands out, crashing into the door and pushing it open, running in as far as he could go, Namjoon right on his heels, and the car off behind them.

It felt like seconds, less than seconds, before the car crashed through the glass door and the display windows.

He kept running, deeper into the building for a second, though with the shattering of glass, all that could be heard after it was silence, it didn't feel like the sort of silence he wanted.

Yoongi fell on his behind, not able to understand what he was doing with his feet or how he was running anymore.

Namjoon looked down at him, breathing heavy from the run and looking back over his shoulder toward where the car sat, glass and mortar and the door to the building laying on the hood. The driver door was open, that part of the car still outside the building.

It used to be silent, but now all Yoongi could hear was his own breathing, his frantic, panicked breathing and his heart pounding in his chest.

After a minute, he realized how much his leg hurt, and he threw his head back and screamed. It was beyond profanities, it was beyond words, it wasn't just the pain, it was everything.

Namjoon just sat and let him yell. Screaming from all the frustration until his throat felt dry and sore, than when that was done, the tears came. So goddamn stupid and weak. You're going to cry? What the fuck did crying ever do? Stop it. Stop it, you fucking moron. Quit crying like a bitch. But no matter what he told himself, the tears ran down his cheeks just the same, and a few angry mumbles escaped his lips as he tried to find a position that didn't feel like someone was stabbing his leg.

"Yoongi?" Namjoon asked, voice seeming a little deeper than it had sounded before, "What was that, Yoongi?"

Yoongi shook his head. "I don't know!!"

"How bad do you need to run, Yoongi? Are you wanted or something?"

"No!" Yoongi looked at Namjoon, not caring about him seeing all the tears on his face for a moment. She couldn't have made it that big. She wanted me gone anyway, it's not that big of a deal, there shouldn't be hitmen or something, someone shouldn't be after me. "I...She wouldn't..."

"Who wouldn't? Your Mother? You were talking about your mother earlier." Namjoon pulled out a phone, typing something quick than showing Yoongi.

He'd searched his name, and there was a million hits, articles, news reports, links to websites--everything."What...?" Yoongi mumbled, reading one particular part.

DO NOT FLY. Do not let across any border or lines of any kind. Not to leave Seoul under any condition except arrest.

Yoongi stared at it in disbelief. It's not that big of a deal! I just started a fire, I just did what you asked and left! Why are you doing this? It was one fire, just one fire...!

There was no way out if this kept up, no way for this to stop.

Namjoon looked at Yoongi evenly, putting the phone back in his pocket. "I couldn't help you even if I didn't have a Physics paper, not until this cools down-- if ever."

Until it cools down... 'I can get the police to cool it.'

Jae-hwa. Yu Jae-hwa. That was his only option at the moment. It was all he could think of. The only way out he could see.

I'll have to do what she wants, I'll have to call, hope she's telling the truth. I don't have a choice.

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A/N:

Of course, I comeback with some long asf chapter because ;-; I criiii, work is fun, but how tired I am after the shift sucks, yep :3 #Boss'sFavoriteEmployeeStruggles ;-;

Hey, but guess what? Graduating High School~~ :)

--AS IF I WAS THAT CHILL ABOUT IT-- ASDFGHJKJHGFDSAASDFGHJKL (>T^T)>

tbh, I think Imma die, I'm not ready, someone pls inform me how to prepare for this, ;-;

Ayeee, but summer's coming up~~ Some of you are already out for the summer~~ Please have fun and have a watergun fight ? ^V^ (At least once)

~Neri~ (Loves you to bits, so smile okay? ^-^)