Namjoon’s PoV.

                Yoongi, for once, wasn’t pacing.

                For the past week of us getting as far away as we could from Society, we had taken him with us. Jungkook wouldn’t let us leave without him.

                At night, Kookie would go over to Yoongi and hug him until he fell asleep, whispering calmly to him and making sure Yoongi was okay.

                I didn’t understand why. Even if he was Jungkook’s father, he was a traitor. He tried to kill Jungkook! He didn’t deserve to be treated like Jungkook’s father.

                I was curled up next to Jin, my blood boiling as I watched how tenderly Jungkook took care of Yoongi. Seokjin turned around and wrapped his arms around me, sensing my agitation. “Just let him…” He whispered.

                “He doesn’t deserve Jungkook’s love.”

                “He deserves a second chance, Namjoon! Imagine if it was you, and I was Taehyung. Because I sure as hell know that if I were in his place, I would make a lot of bad decisions, too…”

                I looked at him. “But you wouldn’t kill Jungkook for me.”

                “N- No…” He stuttered, eyes widening. “I wouldn’t… But you saw him! He can’t be fully sane, he probably didn’t know what he was doing!” His gaze softened as he tightened his embrace around me. “Please, Joonie. He’s lost so much. Just be nice to him, okay?”

                I crossed my arms, nestling into his chest.

                As Jin rubbed my back softly, I thought about what he had said.

                I imagined losing him.

                I imagined not knowing if he was alive or not.

                I imagined Jungkook being taken from me, imagined Seokjin being tortured.

                It made me want to scream, even if I was just imagining it. My eyes prickled with tears as I imagined them all leaving me, yet being so close.

                “Seokjin…” I pulled him closer, burying my face in his shoulder.

                He kissed my head softly. “Do you understand it now?”

                I nodded. I felt like a child who had been scolded and had run back to his mom crying, but it didn’t matter.

                I hadn’t cried in so long. And being able to feel Jin’s arms around me was so comforting, I felt as if everything in my chaotic life was just a minor problem while I was in his embrace.

                He ran his fingers through my unkempt hair. “Ah, Joonie, your hair is getting messy.”

                I laughed quietly, blinking away my tears. “It is, isn’t it?”

                He nodded and kissed my head softly. “But I’ll love your hair no matter what. As long as you’re here with it.”

                I smiled sheepishly and stood up. “I- I’m going to talk to Yoongi, okay?”

                He nodded, letting go as I walked over to him and Jungkook.

                Jungkook looked up at me slowly. “Namjoon, what do you want?” He spat. “Are you here to yell at my dad again?”

                I shook my head, trying to hide the hurt I felt. I hadn’t tried to be so harsh, I just wanted to protect Jungkook. And he called this stranger his father, yet never once called me anything but Namjoon, even if I was the one who had raised him for the past who knows how many years.

                “Jungkook, can I talk to your… dad?”

                “Oh. S- Sure…” He said. He whispered soothingly into Yoongi’s ear and then walked away, over to Seokjin.

                I sat down next to Yoongi, his eyes staring blankly into space. “Hey,” I said.

                He didn’t reply. He hadn’t said anything since he had tried to kill Jungkook, only muttering Taehyung’s name every now and then.

                “Look, Yoongi, I understand how hard it must be for you. Just thinking about it… I started crying. I don’t even know the extent of what you’ve been through. You’re young, and Jungkook is young, and this must be horrible for you. And I’m sorry for being such a jerk to you. I’m not as loving as Jungkook or as compassionate as Jin, so it’s difficult for me to understand you. But I’ll try. So, please, forgive me for earlier.”

                I was again greeted with silence.

                “Just sitting here is cool, too, though. Sitting is cool.”

                Yoongi’s stare remained blank and lost in thought, but he slumped over and leaned on my shoulder. He blinked slowly. “T- Taehyung…”

                I smiled painedly. Resisting the urge to make a rude comment, I put an arm around Yoongi and let him rest on my shoulder. “Don’t worry, Taehyung is still there somewhere. Even if you can’t see him.”

                I don’t think I helped. His eyes welled with tears that silently ran down his face as I spoke. My eyes widened. “Crap! I- I’m sorry, please don’t cry, I- I didn’t mean to…”

                Jungkook rushed over and practically pushed me aside, hugging Yoongi comfortingly. He cast me a glare and looked back to Yoongi quickly.

                I sulked and walked back over to Jin. “I- I blew it, Seokjin. I made him cry.”

                He pulled me into another hug, kissing me softly. “Don’t worry. Yoongi’ll be less sensitive after a while, and Jungkook is just a bit angry for now.”

                I nodded slowly.

AN: I apologize.

LOL Not really.

Expect more angst to come ^^

Isn't having no emotions amazing?

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