Sleep had escaped everyone that night. Security was high— higher than it usually was, at least— and everything had gone strangely quiet. Even the usual neon lights were off... Leaving the world oddly dead.
Closing the shade to his window, Yoongi approached the other one at the side of his house and gazed out it blankly. On the other side was darkness. Not a thing moved in the distance— at least, not from what he could see. He squinted, wondering numbly if there was a psycho staring right back at him— one that he couldn't see.
It was more likely than not, considering on the other side of the window, just a few feet away, was the petty barrier between the Shadow territory and Anarchy. He wondered whether the White Lotus was already in the city or not.
Sighing, he began to close the shade when he caught a hint of movement in the darkness— a glimmer of something catching the light from his window.
Grabbing at the pistol holstered to his hip, he closed the shade a bit more just so he could barely peek out. His heart raced— whether from bloodthirsty excitement or just plain terror, he didn't know. But, either way, the pounding of his heart made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but wish for a brief moment that it would stop.
The darkness was cloudy and smudged, his eyes squinting with effort— mind hoping for something even he didn't know.
Anxiety or excitement? Anxiety or excitement...
His breath hitched when another waver of movement caught his eye, causing him to cast his careful gaze upon it. His throat felt tight, hand unconsciously gripping the pistol tighter.
Suddenly, his heart slammed against his rib cage as a large hand planted itself loudly upon the window, mouth letting out an alarmed grunt as he threw open the curtains and let his pistol give a harsh click.
"No way..." He whispered, voice quiet from sudden panic when he noticed a familiar bracelet hanging off the hand's wrist.
Suddenly, the owner pressed his forehead against the glass, smile clear as crimson dripped from his bloody lip.
He couldn't hear what the man said through the bullet proof glass, but to Yoongi, it was plainly obvious what came off his dry lips.
"Yoongi... It's been a while."
He felt like he couldn't breath.
The hand slid down the glass slightly, leaving a single bloody handprint in its wake.
"Taehyung..."
Whether it was his blood or someone else's, Yoongi didn't know. However, as he slowly approached the glass, he quickly found out.
Taehyung clutched at his side, blood leaking through the small gaps in his fingers. And as Yoongi looked back up into the younger's eyes, through the psychotic facade, he could easily see panic screaming at him. Panic and desperation.
"Idiot," Yoongi mumbled.
Nevertheless, still clutching his gun, he rushed out his door and approached the younger with age old caution.
"Hey, Hyung! Nice weather—"
"Shut the fuck up or I'll shoot you too."
Lies.
"What are you doing here."
That once innocent smile— now infamous— gleamed slightly in the night as he asked, "What? Didn't you miss me? Your little Taehyungie?"
Yoongi hated that. It pulled at his heartstrings. He wasn't cold and calloused like everyone else seemed to be— he didn't know how they got like that. But his own emotions annoyed him, and, not for the first time, he wished he knew everyone's secret.
"We both know you're not that anymore. Did you get into a fight before you got here, dumbass?"
Taehyung's eyes began to dart before he said, "I always get into fights, what the hell are you talking about?" And with his last sentence, he looked Yoongi in the eyes once more and said, "Have you lost it a little bit, Hyung?"
Nervous. Taehyung was nervous.
"What did you do, Taehyung," Yoongi whispered both with suspicion and slight horror.
Suddenly, the younger's breath grew uneven.
"Something stupid," He whispered. "Something very stupid."
"You better not be putting my life at risk. I can't fix your problems."
"I know! I... I know..."
Yoongi watched as the figure teetered slightly.
"Then what do you want," Yoongi stated, refusing to break his cold exterior. No matter how much he wanted to simply run up to Taehyung and help him— just like old times— he knew there was a 98% chance the younger would turn on him.
And those odds weren't promising.
"Hyung please," Taehyung said suddenly, voice breaking. His gaze had been firmly placed on the ground for a bit until he finally looked up to meet the older's cold eyes.
Yoongi's breath caught.
"Please help me," Taehyung whispered through tears— facade finally broken as he shattered right in front of Yoongi. "I did something really bad... And I don't wanna die," He said quietly.
He hated saying what he said next. "If you did something really bad, maybe you should die. Karma's a bitch, kiddo."
"Hyung please!" Taehyung suddenly sobbed, making Yoongi's eyes widen. "I have to make it up to him! I... I have to save him!"
The older slowly began making his way over towards the younger who was beginning to collapse.
"W— What? Make it up to who? Save who, Taehyung?"
Slowly, Taehyung managed to meet his eyes once more.
"Jimin."
After that, Yoongi's mind was set.
After checking Taehyung thoroughly for any weapons, he picked up the bleeding figure and brought him inside without another word.