Song for the chapter; The Call by Regina Spector.

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The familiar feeling of tiredness consumed Seokjin from the moment his brown eyes opened, he could still remember the vivid memory of what had occurred in his life three days ago; how he pushed Taehyung and his father to their pathway to freedom, how Taehyung cried and thrash against the hold of Hoseok and Yoongi as they placed him and his unconscious dad in a carriage to bring them back to the village so they'd never find the way back, and how Namjoon didn't even decline his request. Seokjin remembers it all even though he wanted to forget it so badly, it was one of those memories that you'll do everything to forget but they just won't go away.

Seokjin adjusted his eyes to the dark, not that there was much for him to adjust to anyways as he looked around the room, trying to feel his numb legs with his nimble fingers. He let out a groan as he tried to stand up, feeling around the dark and cold room. Seokjin lightly sniffled, then his sniffles converted into coughs which in turn, turned into loud sneezes. His throat was dry, his head felt like a thousand hammers being banged on it so mercilessly. 

The door cracked open, letting light into the room and Seokjin's bloodshot eyes close at the blinding brightness. Hoseok walked in, giving Seokjin a big smile which the other had no strength or feeling to return to. "That was very brave of you to save your family, bud." Hoseok spoke and Seokjin shrugged lightly, looking down at the concrete floor, he won't talk to meanies. Hoseok slowly patted Seokjin's thigh making the other boy flinch. "Come on." Hoseok motioned, standing up. He held out a hand for Seokjin's weak ones to take and the other complied. His legs were shaky and he held onto Hoseok for support.

Hoseok helped the blonde out of the dark room and Seokjin was immediately greeted by the dimly lit - but still bright, for him - hallway and that's when his vision started dotting up and everything went black.

Seokjin couldn't register what happened but when he woke up, he was dressed into something more presentable than his old and worn out clothes. He was wrapped up in the warm duvet of what he can only remember as Namjoon's bed and immediately sat up. His hands reached up to take away the towel from his forehead after realizing that he was alone in the room. The blonde visibly relaxed and cuddled deeper into the velvet duvets that protected him from the coldness of the weather, which confused him because he was pretty sure it was summer back at the village - or has it been that long since he left?

"You're up." Seokjin's head snapped up to see Namjoon walking in with a tray of what looked like soup. Namjoon's face was emotionless as he dropped the tray into Seokjin's lap, making the contents of the bowl fall onto Seokjin's lap. The smaller boy shrieked, kicking his now drenched legs up in the air and the soup went flying everywhere. "H-Hurts!" Seokjin cried, holding his leg close to his body.

Namjoon didn't know what to do, he didn't mean to be that rough. He was just mad at Yoongi and Hoseok for making him do this, this as in something he'd never do in his life. His eyes widened and he helped the crying boy out of his wet bed, placing him on the dresser. Seokjin's soft sniffles filled the room as he tried to blow cool air onto his thigh to make the burn feel better. Namjoon rushed into his closet in panic ( no puns intended) and came out with fresh pants that was two sizes smaller on him.

"Come here, baby." Seokjin didn't paid mind to the pet name that accidentally slipped out and Namjoon wanted to slap himself and throw away his mouth for saying something like that. The blonde walked towards Namjoon who was holding out the piece of clothing to him and he took it, taking out his old, wet ones in front of the other and Namjoon's eyes turned wide. He looked away immediately, "Call me when you're done." 

Seokjin didn't call him back when he was done so Namjoon took it in himself to walk in fifteen minutes later when he was sure that Seokjin was done. Not that he was peeking or anything because he definitely wasn't peeking for sure. 

"I told you to call me when your done." Namjoon grumbled as he walked into the room, the elder turning away from him the moment he walked in. The tall male rolled his eyes, getting annoyed with how Seokjin was acting. He didn't bother speaking anymore and just sat down at his desk. A few minutes later, Seokjin started whimpering in his sleep and Namjoon immediately stood up to check on the boy's fever and just like he expected, he was burning up. 

Namjoon covered Seokjin with his blanket, making sure he was warm enough before asking Hoseok to fetch him a basin of cold water.

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Hoseok was glad, watching the once cold  and awfully tense Namjoon take care of Seokjin. He kind of knew it deep down that Seokjin was special and not everyone - no one - can trigger this kind of response in the last ten years because Namjoon was someone who would walk past a suffering man and kill a dying man but he bought Seokjin home and surely it had to mean something. And maybe, just maybe Seokjin would be the one to save them.

Namjoon knew that too, knew that he had to make Seokjin stay because he had feelings for the other male like he had for no one ever before. Time was running out and he knew that if Seokjin wasn't one to break them free from this curse, no one will be ever able to. He slowly ran his hand through Seokjin soft hair before planting a chaste kiss against the others forehead. "I haven't known you for long, but I know that you can help me, I know that you will help me. " Namjoon whispered, "I believe in you, Jin."

Seokjin was Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi's only hope.