"he said he wanted to get away," yoongi said. "can we do that for him? just once?"

"what does that imply?" jungkook's hands were shaking. they always were. "does that mean you want to leave? an impromptu getaway, impromptu trip to nowhere?" a beat. "cause in that case, i'm in."

"we can all figure something out. this is important to tae, we can work it out for him." seokjin smiled. "when do we leave?"

taehyung rubbed his eyes, waking up after an hour or so of sleeping.

"tomorrow," he mumbled. "can we leave tomorrow?"

it was only a bit of hesitation before seokjin, namjoon, and jimin nodded in literal unison.

"we meet here tomorrow at noon, and we drive away in seokjin's truck," yoongi grinned.

"drive where?" jungkook's eyes were wide open, the eye bags beneath accentuating his brown orbs, lit up with excitement.

"anywhere. away. nowhere."

namjoon sat back. "how about we drive straight to hell? that's where we're all going in the end anyways."

seokjin smirked. "yeah, hell sounds great, joon. let's just burn in the darkness with satan for all of eternity. wouldn't that be an amazing trip to nowhere."

"so tomorrow? here? at noon?" yoongi clarified.

taehyung smiled, the bruise across his face following the crinkle of his left eye. "yeah. in the trainyard at noon. and we're going on a trip with no plans. we just drive straight ahead."

° ° °

it was half past noon when seokjin started the truck, and they were off.

they were seven crazies in a blue pickup truck driving to somewhere they liked to think of as nowhere.

and it was beautiful.

"this is fucking insane," jungkook said. "but it's also the most badass thing i've done in my fifteen years alive, and that feels fucking amazing."

"didn't you get drunk with us a few months ago?" hoseok smirked. "you did that illegal shit called underage drinking, and running away with us is the most badass thing you've ever done?"

"that's not badass. that's just bad," jungkook retorted. "i've done a whole lot of plain bad in my life. badass is different."

they drove for a few hours before reaching a little town, its streets filled with outdoor markets.

after finding a motel room and getting some fast food to satisfy their stomachs, they sat down in their motel room with the cheap ice cream they'd bought at a stand on the streets, all wrapped up in blankets and pillows.

"where do we go tomorrow?" jimin asked.

"let's drive straight ahead the way we'd been going before," taehyung said. "and get as far from seoul as we can."

"my parents keep calling me," jungkook muttered. "do i pick up?"

"pick up. and then yell at them when they tell you to come home," yoongi said. "we all know they're always bitching at you. they deserve some bitching back to them."

jungkook scoffed and got up, sliding his finger across his screen as he went to the bathroom to take the call.

they could faintly hear him talking. there were blurbs of sound every few seconds before he was interrupted midsentence by his mother.

and then, "you don't even fucking care about me!"

"do you think everything's okay?" hoseok mumbled. "he sounds like he's about to cry."

"if you cared even one fucking bit, you would have noticed when i started starving myself!"

yoongi flinched, lighting up a cigarette as he listened intently. he had known. and he flinched cause he hadn't been able to do anything about it.

"fuck off!"

smoke blew from yoongi's pale lips as he exhaled. sobs were coming from the bathroom, and jimin was the first to get up and knock on the door.

"kook?"

he didn't answer.

"hey, jungkook, i'm... i'm coming in."

he slid through the doorway and the door closed behind him with a soft thud.

° ° °

the next day, it was dark by the time they found a place to spend the night.

their day had went like this:

they drove straight ahead for a few hours.

they stopped by at a gas station at one point and got something to eat.

they drove.

ate.

took some cute pictures in a photobooth somewhere in some cute little town.

drove.

and when they got in a tunnel they stopped again to do something badass, because their lives had been nothing but just plain bad for so long.

badass was different. and badass was great.

but most of the badass stuff they thought up was illegal.

which was also great.

they stopped halfway through the tunnel with their car parked sideways and blocked everyone else from driving further.

cars stretched down the length of the tunnel as far as they could see.

jin stayed in the truck, ready to drive away in case the police came, and the other six screamed like a bunch of malfunctioning banshees (which, they technically were) and ran.

taehyung threw himself on top of the hood of a car and rubbed his face against the window, scrambling away when the driver started to get out of his car.

there was honking and yelling and hoseok had halfway covered a car with a liter of coke before the cops showed up.

and then they ran.

ran for their lives and reputations and sanity and most definitely for each other.

they ran for each other.

it was a hell of a run, and it was fucking amazing.

and it was half past one in the morning when they found their way to a new motel to get some sleep.

which, by the way, they didn't sleep that night.