RUN

(SEOKJIN'S POV)

Namjoon keeps driving at full speed. I can't take my eyes off of his bleeding waist. He has one hand pressing the wound, but it's also getting bloody. For a moment, I saw my worst nightmare coming true.

Suddenly, he stops the van in a narrow street. He takes off the keys and rest his head on the headrest.

"We need to go back." Namjoon takes deep breaths, but his eyes are shut.

"Are you crazy?! We're not."

"We need to," He requires. "We've all our things in the hotel."

"Hoseok's gifts are in the hotel." Taehyung says. "Hobi hyung, you've my bracelets, right?"

I focus my attention at Namjoon again. He can't go back, not like this.

"Namjoon, you need to go a hospital."

"I'll be fine." He grunts.

No, he won't.

"Guys, listen to me. You're going to stay here, I'll go." Namjoon says.

"No way!" I raise my voice.

"They've already seen my face."

"Hyung, you're bleeding." Jungkook says. He leans forward, worried.

"It's going to be okay. Don't worry, Kook."

"They've also seen my face. I'll go." I say.

Namjoon can't go out there with those people, I can't lose him. This is my fight, this is my and my family's problem.

"No, no, no," He shakes his head. "You're staying here."

"It doesn't make sense! Namjoon you're going to bleed out, you need help."

"You don't need to care. You're the one who broke up with me, right?" He raises his eyebrows.

He's right. I'm the one who told him I wasn't in love with him anymore, I'm the one who said I don't love him like I did before - which is completely a lie.

Namjoon turns to face Jungkook. "Did they see you?"

"I don't know, I think the girl did."

"I'm going to need you-"

"No." Yoongi interrupts. "He's not going out there, I'll."

"But Jungkook's power will help us."

"Am I going to transform?" Jungkook asks, in amazement.

"No," Namjoon says, it's going to be worse.

He sighs, resting his other hand on his forehead.

"Are you okay?" I stop myself from putting my hand on his shoulder.

"Okay. Yoongi, do you think you can do it?" He doesn't spare me a glance.

"But Jungkook stays here."

"But-"

"No buts. We're going to be unnoticed if they don't know us." Yoongi says.

"Well, they didn't know my face either, and look at me now."

Yoongi ignores Namjoon's comment. "Jimin, wanna come?"

"Me?" He doubts for a few moments, but nods.

"Be careful. Call us right away if something happens." Namjoon says. He gets back to the first position.

"Jimin, use our mind link." Taehyung says.

"Tae, there's no such thing!" Jungkook says.

"I know he can feel it, too."

Jimin smiles to Taehyung.

They get out of the vehicle after saying goodbye. I take a few deep breathes, it has to be alright, I know it's going to be alright.

Namjoon whines softy.

"We need to stop the bleeding." I say.

I take off my jacket and my shirt. I turn the last piece of clothing into a ball and put pressure into the wound with it. Namjoon grunts in discomfort, but doesn't complain. I need to take him to a hospital before it gets infected.

(YOONGI'S POV)

We walk with the hood on and our heads low. I eavesdrop a few conversations, they all talk about what should they eat for lunch.

I wish my problems were as concerning as theirs.

"Do you see someone suspicious?" Jimin whispers.

"No," I grab his wrist. "We need to be careful. See these people?" I signal to a group that are in the hotel. "When they get out, we make our way in. Understood?"

"Yeah, and if we find them, we're going to kick their asses for hurting our hyung."

"Your hyung." I remind him.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes.

Jimin's going to make me lose all my senses one day.

"Come on."

We make our way successfully inside the hotel. We go in the lift with an old couple. We let them choose the floor. I smirk, it's where my room is.

Jimin pulls slightly my sleeve. "But hyung, Joon hyung said there was also a girl." He whispers, glancing at the old lady.

"Don't say nonsense."

"But what if it's just a costume?"

"Jimin, shut up." The words roll by themselves in my mouth, since Jimin can't stay a day without saying anything stupid.

The doors get open and the old couple leaves before we do. I stare at them, they walk slowly down the corridor. The man is using his wife and a cane to maintain himself up.

"Follow me."

I get near the door 707, but it's already open. I look frowning at Jimin and he grabs the end of my shirt. I put my index finger on my lips. I close my eyes, trying to listen for any sound, but I don't hear a thing.

I tiptoed inside, Jimin behind me. His damp fists hold onto me. The bathroom door is open, but nobody's there. The room doesn't have more doors, and the main space's empty. But everything is a mess.

They dug through our things.

How did they know?

"Stay here." I whisper.

I stick my head out. Empty.

"They're not here." I state.

I turn around to face a very pale Jimin.

"Hey there, it's alright."

"I can't do this, not without my powers." His eyes are wet. "I'm scared, hyung."

I put both of my hands on his shoulders. "Everything's going to be fine. I know you're frightened, but we need to pack everything. Can you help me?"

He nods. "Let's do it."

We put the clothes in the two bags randomly. I don't notice anything missing. I grab one of Hoseok's shirts and I bring it near my nose. His scent is good.

"I'm done." Jimin says.

I throw it in the bag. I hate myself, it's not the time to do this shit.

We enter an empty lift, catching our breaths.

Both rooms were empty and as messy as the first one. It's difficult to carry seven bags between two people. We're going to stand out if we go outside like this. I stop before getting near the reception.

"Why did you stop?"

I drop the bags. "Catch your breath because, after this, you're going to run as fast as you never did before."

"Can we just call Jin and tell them to come here?" He asks, with puppy eyes.

I shake my head. "Too dangerous, sorry Jimin-ah."

"What if they see us?" He asks.

"Keep running. Don't look behind, okay?"

He nods. "But to me is better if we just walk. We're going to look suspicious running with so many bags."

"You're right. But we're running for Namjoon, not for those people. They're probably gone now."

"Who are they?"

I shrug. "Come on."

It doesn't make sense the way they found us, it feels like they knew where we were all along. But that's impossible, we were safe.

Were.

Not anymore.

I hope they didn't find our flat in Seoul and this was just a bare coincidence.

Because if not, we're screwed.