Jin's POV:

I woke up to someone knocking violently on my window.

My neck was in a lot of pain, I couldn't even move it. I checked the rest of my body, but everything else was fine.

I stepped out of my car, limping, since I was still healing from my stitches. When I got out
and saw the other person that had crashed into me, I noticed blood dripping down from their head.

The person had brown eyes, copper auburn hair, almost orange colored hair, and very long ears.

"Chanyeol...?" I stared at the guy, nearly falling over. The way I was limping alarmed him.

"Jin!! Oh my God, are you hurt!?" He asked.

"I'm fine. What happened to me, Channie?"

"I don't know. I was just driving when I saw a car driving in the wrong lane. That car driver was you, Jin." My eyes fogged up from crying so much, I spiraled out of control when driving and drove on the left lane.

"Chanyeol, I'm so sorry. I had no idea of where I was even going. Are you okay?"

Chanyeol didn't have time to respond to me. A policeman spoke to him first.

He spoke to both of us. In a matter of seconds, an ambulance had arrived along with a tow truck and a few other cops.

The car crash wasn't even that bad. The front of my bumper had received some damages, and so did Chanyeol's, but thankfully, nothing bad had actually happened.

When we explained everything to the cops, we were off of the hook.

Before I left, Chanyeol held my wrist.

"You don't think I'm letting you go, right? Get in my car, I'll drive you to your destination,
okay?" I thanked him.

"But I can't leave my car here, Chanyeol."

"Then I'll drive your car. You aren't in any condition to be driving, Jinnie." I asked about his car.

"Then follow me to my house in your car. I'll leave my car home, then drive you to wherever you were headed. Deal?" I nodded, getting back in my car.

My entire body was shaking from the shocking moment, but as I focused on driving to Chanyeol's house, I felt myself relax. His house was beautiful.

It was located near the woods. The grass around it was always nice and trimmed, cut to perfection. The house itself looked like something out of a movie, it was huge and made up of stones.

The exterior almost looked like a medieval castle. It was covered by rocks, the windows were arched, and rounded. I couldn't help but stare at it.

"You must get cold in the Winter when it snows." Chanyeol nodded.

"I do. I wish I had someone to warm me up, but my hot cocoa does the trick." He laughed.

I just smiled.

"Would you like to see the interior of my house, Jinnie?" My time was limited.

I just wanted to see Namjoon and find out how he was doing. But at the same time, I didn't want to come off as impolite to Chanyeol, who offered me a ride in the first place.

Especially since I had done the damage to his car as well.

"Yes, I would love to."

"Let's go then, come on." He excitedly ran towards the entrance of his house and grabbed his keys.

I followed behind him, walking not 'as fast' as he was, but eventually I made it and the inside of the house was just as beautiful as I thought it was.

He offered me a seat, and helped me sit down when he noticed me struggling to bend down.

"Thank you. Your house is very fancy, I love the interior decoration." Chanyeol and I stayed chatting for a while, before we finally decided it was time to go.

Before nightfall, we headed back out. Chanyeol lend me one of his coats to protect me against the coldness outside. I thanked him once again as we both bundled up.

It was chilly outside by the time we got inside of the car. We agreed on him driving my car, just like before, and took off, not wanting to waste anymore time.

The clock read 6:30 P.M., but it looked as if it was 12:00 A.M. There were barely any cars on the road, the sky was very dark, and it had even started to rain.

A night like this reminds me of...

Oh no-

~flashback~

"In me... Please."

"I don't understand you, Jinnie." Our night.

"Fuck me. N-now!" When the mirrors fogged up in the rain as Namjoon and I kept warm in the car with our own body heat.

I remember it all.

His scent was driving me crazy. When I dug my nails into his back as he thrusted in and out of me. I remember staring out of the car and seeing the tall pine trees.

The parking lot he was in.

"Just hold on a few more minutes, baby." Our bet of who can last longer with an erection.

"How much longer... Joonie?" Chanyeol looked over at me, asking what was so funny.

I realized that I had been mindlessly laughing at the memory.

"No, it's nothing. I just thought of something funny."

"Really? What did you think of?" I swallowed a lump in my throat, unsure of what to come up with.

The only way I wouldn't get caught was if I made up a joke right then and there, so I did.

"What do you call a connection between brackets after they're removed?" Chanyeol shrugged.

"WIREless. Get it? Because they're not wired to teeth anymore!" Chanyeol began laughing,
and I felt my stomach relax. I laughed along at my own joke, feeling relieved.

But soon afterwards, my thoughts slowly sank to the back of my mind again and became
loud, distracting me from anything else.

What worsened the situation was when Chanyeol drove by the exact same parking lot of the hotel Namjoon parked in the night we made love.

That's when it all came back to me.

~~~

"Just hold on a few more minutes, baby."

The night was perfect. The cool air became a foggy mist when it started to rain.

"The l...light is- g..reen." When I nearly made Namjoon crash...

"If we're going to do this, we have to go to a better place." The long U-turn he took to make it all the way to that dark and empty parking lot.

"Let's be inseparable tonight." My heart racing.

"Mm- Harder- Mmm.."

"Ah... Namjoon, I... Have to..." The feeling of having him inside of me.

His hands gripping onto my waist.

"Jin! Are you listening to me?" I turned my head to face Chanyeol.

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"It's okay. Your GPS isn't working anymore, there's no signal here and it could redirect us to an unknown place. Can you tell me where you're going?" I checked my phone.

The signal was completely gone.

"I'm going to jail, Chanyeol."

"Oh, alright- YOU'RE WHAT?" My friend stared at me as if I were crazy. I rephrased myself
and proceeded to explain where I needed to be.

"Namjoon is in jail? When did that happen? You know, deep down I always knew he was a troublemaker. That dog man is no good for you, Jinnie." I groaned.

"Don't call him that! Namjoon is a good man..." Then I remembered what it said about Namjoon killing fourteen people in the news.

Chanyeol realized how sad I was and wiped my tears away.

"I'm sorry. I'll take you to see him, don't cry anymore. Handsome foxes don't cry."

I nodded as he continued to drive around. When we reached the police station and asked for Namjoon, they told us which jail he had been sent to.

We then took a longer route to find him. Chanyeol squeezed my hand to reassure me as I walked up to the guards and asked them for Kim Namjoon.

"Visiting hours are over for today." When they told me that, it almost felt like a slap to the
face.

After so many hours driving to find Namjoon, they tell me that the visiting hours are over?!

Chanyeol comforted me as we walked away. But before we left, I released Chanyeol's arm from my shoulder and pushed the police guard out of the way.

Then I held my breath in, staring at the entrance he had been blocking. I used all of the strength in my sore throat and gathered it all up to scream.

"I LOVE YOU, NAMJOON!" Tears descended from my eyes as I walked away with my head down.

Namjoon might not have heard me screaming, but at least I got to say what I had to.

Chanyeol and I retreated back to my car and I broke down crying.

"He doesn't deserve to be there, Channie.." My friend supported me and lend me his shoulder to cry on.

As we drove off, I felt like I left a whole half of my heart in the prison.

Knowing that Namjoon was in such a place, sleeping in God knows where, made my stomach churn.

After hearing my story, Chanyeol opened his doors to me and allowed me to stay in his house. When I lay down on the guest bed, I took my phone out of my pocket and opened Namjoon's page.

When I found photos of him, tears started to pour out of my eyes like an endless waterfall
that never stops.

A single picture of him is what I held onto for the rest of the night.

Tear drops fell onto my phone as I held it against my chest, falling into a troublesome sleep.

"I miss my Joonie..."