"I want to breathe, I hate this night. I want to wake up, I hate this dream..."

~Save Me-BTS

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"Why the hell are you still sticking around?" Yoongi asked, looking up at Namjoon as he helped Yoongi walk down the alleyway.

They were avoiding the street on the principal that should the bitch with the car come back, they'd be along the street where they had gotten out of the car. So the ally seemed safer somehow.

Namjoon smiled. "If I don't stick around, what will you do? Cry more? I know Squirtle is a water type, but you take it a little far."

"Were you born stupid, or did you pick it up?" Yoongi asked. "I've got cars trying to run me over. You stick around, you're going to be in the same kind of trouble."

Namjoon shook his head. "What would life be without bumps in the road? If we all just gave in to suspicion, we wouldn't get anywhere. I could assume that everyone who walked onto the bus looked like a unhappy bus hijacker was a bus hijacker, but it wouldn't do me that much good until he actually made a move."

"You could get off the bus!" Yoongi groaned. "What the hell am I even talking about? That's a metaphor, this is real fucking life!"

Namjoon looked at Yoongi for a minute, stopping for a moment as he did so. Then, he smiled, dimples showing again. "Is it? I wish it wasn't."

Namjoon was silent for the rest of the ride home, but Yoongi almost wanted him to say more about that, just so he'd know for sure if Namjoon was just insane or what.

But it left a sour feeling in his mind anyway. I wish my life wasn't a reality. If I could wake up from this, I would.

~~~

For some reason, Namjoon still let him stay at his apartment, despite exactly how stupid that must be. Even he had to realize.

He said nothing to Seokjin about the car almost running him over, so of course he had no real problem with Yoongi staying. Though, the most they could offer him was still just the couch he'd slept on for most of the day anyway.

Not that he was going to sleep. Every scene of the day was still fresh, and every bit of the day was so unreal and more than he'd ever been through for his whole life.

He didn't even bother closing his eyes, just staring at the ceiling in the dark, watching shadows play as cars went by. The day felt like a week. never before had 15 hours had so much in them like this.

All of it changed so fast.

A few nights ago he'd been laying in his own bed. If he remembered right, that was after a concert at school, he played the piano. His mom hadn't come. She never came. Why the hell would she? He didn't want her to come anyway. All she ever did was tell everyone how 'terrible' he was, although he hadn't done anything to anyone. Not anything worth telling, not anything worth what everyone was doing now.

He found himself looking at his hands. He knew what his option was, but he'd give it a while. It was the middle of the night anyway, not much could be done.

She better be telling the truth, if not I'm screwed, If not I'm as good as arrested.

With the lies spreading around, he'd be arrested for 100 and 1 things he hadn't done.

Yoongi covered his face, sighing loudly, despite the fact it must be pretty late. He wasn't going to get any sleep, and he kind of hoped Namjoon couldn't sleep either, just so that he wouldn't be the only fucking moron over thinking everything and Namjoon could take a damn step away from all his poetry-speak or whatever the hell all that nonsense was that he kept saying.

If Namjoon gave a shit, and he wanted to actually help, he'd be at least putting a fourth of that thought to trying to think of some way out instead of all those stupid damn comparisons and metaphors.

But no one gives a shit. Never have, and never will.

~~~

"Late, damn it, I'm late, damn, damn, damn, damn!"

Yoongi woke up to Seokjin rushing around the apartment, Grabbing things and stuffing it in a bag.

He hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep, but this was a rude awakening, and he wanted to beat the shit out of him for waking him, but the likelihood of that actually happening was very slim with his leg so sore it felt like it couldn't be part of him.

Yoongi slowly sat up on the couch and yawned, watching Seokjin rush around the room looking disheveled.

"God, he's all alone there. Shit. Shit, what if something happens? I can't forgive myself if the roof collapses or something and he doesn't know what to do, and gets hurt. And storms like these taking out houses is up 12%."

Yoongi watched for a minute more, then got bored and swung his legs over the side of the couch, looking at his legs for a minute.

It was sore, slightly swollen, but it didn't look too bad. Maybe it wouldn't feel too bad. But that was wishful thinking and he knew it.

With a sigh, he pushed himself up to his feet.Then nearly sat back down when the pain hit, but decided to tough it out and shuffle past Seokjin to the kitchen as the broad shouldered man threw things around, mumbling to himself about jokes or something.

The apartment wasn't that big in the first place, so getting to the kitchen wasn't that hard to walk, and it was barely a separate room, really, more like a nice hallway with a corner that led to a small door that went who knows where, counter space flanking either side of the hallway except for the space for the stove and the fridge. But when he walked in, he saw Namjoon standing by the counter, by the fridge, stirring a white mug of coffee with a small white stick. The Mug having the words, 'Don't feel like dancing.' printed in black along the side of it.

"Morning, Squirtle." Namjoon said, pulling the stick out of the coffee, revealing it to be a red lollipop before sticking it in his mouth. "You slept with your mouth open, and you moan. Having a nice dream?"

Yoongi put his hands on the counter, using it to relieve some of the weight on his leg. "I will kill you."

"I doubt it, Squirtle. I really doubt it." Namjoon said before bringing the cup of coffee to his lips.

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "You have a phone?"

Namjoon looked at him wide eyed over the cup, then he set it down, holding up his index finger for a second while he swallowed, looking like he was having trouble swallowing for a second. "You're going to call that bitch? I thought you were smarter than that."

If I had another option, I would gladly take it. "It's not like you're going to help with your damn physics paper due or whatever the hell."

Namjoon smiled, opening his mouth in a silent, 'Oh.', then nodded. "Because knowing her all of eleven minutes makes it obvious she won't ditch you? And I never said I wasn't going to help."

Yoongi squinted at Namjoon. "And why exactly do you want to help in the first place? At least I know why she wants to help me, you still haven't told me what the hell you want!"

Namjoon stopped smiling, shifting the lollipop around his mouth, "I don't want anything, Yoongi."

"Bullshit," Yoongi spat. "Everyone fucking wants something, no one just helps some random son of a bitch they find and let them stay at his place because they feel like it."

Namjoon hummed, taking his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Yoongi, "If that's how you want to screw yourself over, I won't stop you." He paused, Looking at the mug of coffee absently, "You're trapping yourself, hope you know that."

Yoongi bit his lip. I know that. I know what I'm doing. I know I'm screwing myself over. But I'm already trapped. What's another cage?

"And the number. Give me back the number." Yoongi said, holding his hand out.

Namjoon chuckled. "That was a nice guess." He said, then dug the index card with the phone number out of his pocket, handing it to Yoongi. "I should have burned it when I had the chance."

After Yoongi dialed the number, Namjoon just stared, silent as they both waited for Jae-hwa to pick up. And for a moment, Yoongi thought it would ring out, but then he heard a click over the line.

"Hello?" Jae-hwa sounded annoyed. "Ouch... make it quick, state your business, I think I'm getting a black eye, shit."

"It's Yoongi." He said, wondering what she was going on about on the other side of the line, but not curious enough to actually care enough to ask.

"Yoongi-bear! Did you think about our talk? I'm sure last night's report was a scare."

Yoongi could tell she was grinning, just tickled about the turn of events. "I thought about it, yeah..." He glanced at Namjoon, who's face was blank, just staring still. "I'll do it. Whatever you want--."

Namjoon looked away with a sigh, obviously disappointed in Yoongi. I was never asking for your approval anyway you philosophical freak.

"I knew you'd come around, YoonYoon. Can't say no to a pretty girl like me--."

"There's a condition--You have to do what you said, every bit of it, or I don't care if you're a girl, I'll kick your ass, understand?"

"Aahh, so sexy. Of course, I will, I keep my word, you'll see."

Yoongi didn't trust that. Not at all. But this was the only way. Namjoon could act like this was just a hasty decision, but he wasn't exactly giving Yoongi any Ideas. For all his judging, he hasn't said anything that would work better.

"Actually, I think you can help me already." Jae-hwa said over the phone, her laugh sounding cold and without much real feeling, but faked to sound like she meant it. "That problem has a little boy playing bodyguard, and the son of a bitch punched me--Really hard! Yoongi-bop, can't you come take care of him? Come on, baby, please?"

Yoongi swallowed, glancing at Namjoon. She's already playing it like we're in a relationship, she's already started the game. She knows I can't say no. I hate how cocky she is already."

"Where is he?"

~~~

Yoongi loaded up on meds, he had at least a dozen pills in one pocket, a lighter in the other.

Namjoon was either giving him the silent treatment, or just didn't care what Yoongi did at this point--either way, he was quiet, just having watched as Yoongi dug through the cabinets and took ibuprofen.

Jin had left to go somewhere by the time Yoongi had left. He didn't know where, and he couldn't say he cared. At the moment all he had on his mind was what Jae-hwa told him.

And the thought alone is disgusting. From what she'd told him, he was going right back to where he didn't want to be--that school.

Jae-hwa insisted, there wasn't going to be a problem, and that this would be a good way to test her word and also get my ass out in plain sight and arrested. But she was right, this was a good way to test it, though it was risky, and he wasn't sure how she could make it possible so fast.

It was drizzling, about to rain, wind starting to blow, thunder booming off in the distance while Lighting lit up the sky over behind him, but he walked anyway, not really caring if the storm caught up to him and he got wet.

Walking up to the school, standing on the sidewalk, looking up at the building he once spent countless boring-ass days at, he wasn't sure what he expected, but it seemed abnormally quiet--as quiet as it could be with the thunder booming in the background--It felt like there should be some kind of noise other than that to drown out the eerie silence the building gave off, and not the kind of silence one could hear either, but a sort of silence that was just present--felt not heard.

It feels like a fucking trap, Yoongi, turn your ass back around. He ignored his own thoughts, taking a step forward onto school grounds. The gate was wide open, nothing stopping him, but there was that undeniable fear pulling at his feet, making it hard to walk in.

It was confirmed now, he was terrified. I hate the feeling, I'm so weak, I'm so weak, I'm so weak. But there was no point in denying it, he was terrified, his hands were shaking constantly, and he tried to still them, or at least hide them, by stuffing them in his pockets.

Jae-hwa was waiting outside, under the awning by the door, having somehow made the school uniform as sexy as she could, her skirt short and the top buttons of her shirt undone.

When she saw him, she went up to him, grabbing his wrist. "Took you long enough, Yoongi."

She dragged him into the school. There was no one around, the halls were empty, probably because it must be around lunch time, but setting foot inside felt like a mistake that he wouldn't be able to take back, like he'd sealed his fate indefinitely when he stepped in.

Then they rounded a corner, and Jae-hwa pointed a red painted fingernail at the only person in the hallway who was just closing his locker. "Him! He punched me, and all I did was Talk to this one girl, and now I might get a black-eye, can you believe him?!"

Yoongi stared at the boy in front of him. He was wearing the school uniform, black blazer, tie, white shirt, white pants. He looked about Yoongi's height, His black hair tousled messily, his eyes innocent in looks, along with a slight chubbiness to his cheeks. But even with the uniform, it wasn't hard to tell he was somewhat muscular.

"You have to be fucking joking." He said, his voice higher than what Yoongi would have thought, but not quite feminine, just almost with a boyish lilt to it. "You called your boyfriend to do your dirty work? You deserved that punch and you know it, bitch."

Jae-hwa nudged Yoongi. Right...I'm supposed to be her boyfriend...I should react to this. "What did you say to my girl?" Yoongi started, making his voice dip low, taking a step forward, not looking away from his eyes.

His eyes widened. "I said she's a bitch, you can't possibly take her side, she almost broke a girl's arm, she was fucking deaf!"

Deaf? Broke her arm? Yoongi could remember when he was smaller, he needed money for a school trip, it wasn't even that much, something like 3,000 won, and he'd asked his mother for it, and she'd said no at least a million times, but if he didn't go, he'd fail the class, and mother said she would beat him if that happened. So he took the money anyway. Next day when she found out she broke his arm.

I wouldn't do this. She wants me to beat him up for defending someone, I wouldn't do this, I would have punched Jae-hwa too, I can't do this.

The silence was a little too long, so Jae-hwa spoke up, "Oh, Park Jimin, that's nothing, who's to say she didn't hurt herself? She's so stupid, she could have done that, right? She gets hurt everyday, who cares?"

The guy, Park Jimin, lunged at Jae-hwa, and Yoongi wasn't entirely sure why yet, but he caught Jimin by the wrist as he was about to throw a punch. I can't refuse. This is worse than a trap.

"Don't touch her." Yoongi forced himself to say, meeting Jimin's eyes. He looked furious, and Yoongi couldn't blame him. "Don't even think about doing that, got me, pipsqueak?" He'd admit, he wasn't much taller, if at all, but if he was anywhere near Yoongi's height, he was fairly short anyway. "You want to pick a fight with her, you pick a fight with me, and I'll beat you bloody, kid."

Jimin did what Yoongi would have done in the situation, He punched Yoongi across the face.

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A/N:

Btw, if you read Through the Glass before this, you should definitely know where Jin is going and what he's so concerned about xD

But if you didn't aren't these just fabulous new horizons~?

Would you also believe, this part in time was chapter 20 of Through the Glass? Yup. That's not to say it'll progress parallel from here, in fact, it probably won't XD :3 It's hard to explain >~<

~Neri~ (Ate all the chips :3)