The phone rings. And rings. (What the heck are you doing Yoongs?) I bite my lip. "Kookie?" I look at my love, feeling worried for some reason. (But why?) Jungkook walks over and wraps his arms around me, kissing and nipping my neck.
"Yes my Jiminie?" he says adoringly. I lean back against him, letting him hold me up. "Suga won't pick up. I- I feel like something's wrong. . ."I trail off as Kook furrows his eyebrows. My phone starts ringing and I answer it immediately. "Yoongi?!" I ask hopeful.
There's some noise, like someone messing with the phone. (Putting it on speaker?) "Jimin. Is Suga there?" I realize it's Jin, the sound of Hope in the background swearing. I glance at Kookie who has moved in front of me, leaning his head near the phone.
"No. . . but I was trying to call him. He won't answer." Now my head starts hurting. RM and Tae listen from the grass a little ways away, Joon reaching for his keys. Jin sighs exhausted or upset, very near to tears by the sound of his ragged breaths.
"Yoongi was just here, he left though. There was an. . . issue." Jin breathes. Sighing deeply. I run my hand through my hair, walking over to Joon and motioning for me and him to go. He nods and tells Kookie and Tae to chill, walking me over to his car placidly listening.
"Where are you guys now?" I ask Jin, Hobi interjecting suddenly. "Jiminie, Suga was drunk. . . he drove off." J-Hope starts crying and I feel for him. (A drunk Yoongi means a possibly injured one). I sigh. "We'll look around okay?"
There are two shuddering breaths as Hoseok and Jin both comply. I turn off my phone. "Considering Suga's rage patterns, he likes to go fast. Let's get on the highway?" I ask. RM agrees and we head East, speeding off towards the On-Ramp. Leaving the park.
Joon guns it and we merge, hardly five seconds going by before we see the lights. Red and Blue. White and Black. Red and emergency-yellow. . . and orange. Orange flames. . . "Pull over." I tell Joon, looking at the nearby ambulance and police-cars. Dread blooming.
He so automatically, my face contorting as I bolt from the car, recognizing the damaged vehicle. The white sports-car busted and in flames. (Yoongi's car!) "Joon! It's Yoongi!" I yell at him. Namjoon follows me towards the police officers, my voice cracking as I speak to one.
A dillipitated truck lays near us, smoking and off the road. "Where's the drive of the car?" The officer looks at me like I'm retarded. "He's in the ambulance, why do YOU care?" I start crying as Namjoon speaks to the American officer in English. "He's our friend. . ."
His urgent voice fades as I teeter to the ambulance back, the doors open for all to see. Three medics hover over a body on a back-board, teal hair messed and sticky with blood. I put a hand to my mouth as I look at him, wearing a neck-brace. . .
His urgent voice fades as I teeter to the ambulance back, the doors open for all to see. Three medics hover over a body on a back-board, teal hair messed and sticky with blood. I put a hand to my mouth as I look at him, wearing a neck-brace. . . unmoving.
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