🎴𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 🎴

🎴𝚅𝚘𝚝𝚎&𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝🎴

🎴𝙴𝙽𝙹𝙾𝚈🎴

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"We do not fear the unknown. We fear what we project into that unknown."

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[Y/N's POV]

The repetitive tapping of my finger against the leather material of the steering wheel fills the eerie silence of my car with the constant static. I watch the glittering snowflakes fall weightlessly from the evening sky as the remaining of my fingernails disappear under my nervous bites.

Why does it take them so fucking long to pack and leave?

As if on cue the door of the passenger's seat opens and Yoongi slides in, wearing a black mask and a bucket hat. My eyes jump from side to side like a pair of ping pong balls, examining the quiet street, illuminated by yellow street lights, looking for anything unusual.

Nothing, just elderly people walking around in the silent neighborhood, lost deep in the chaotic flow of thoughts and worries of their daily life. The staccato of my finger tapping against the wheel quickens, thickening the tension in the air.

Yoongi stops my finger in the air before it can hit the wheel again.

"Do it one more time, and I'm going to throw you out of the window," he growls, sending me a glare that can make one's blood run cold in their veins. I flip him off, letting out a frustrated puff of air.

"What is he doing so fucking long!?" I snap, gazing back for any sight of Taehyung. Nothing.

"What is it with you? You're waiting here for less than five minutes." Yoongi announces utterly deadpan, his solemn voice laced with a mixture of concern and curiosity.

I shake my head, starting cracking my knuckles one after another, "I don't know," I grumble, making my annoyance crystal clear, "I have a bad feeling about this."

"I know why," he states, his lines vacant from any particular emotion. I give him a dazzled look. "You were raised to be paranoid." Yoongi drawls slowly.

Well, he has a point.

"Just stop overthinking," Yoongi continues. "What are you waiting for? Do you expect that grandpa to throw a grenade at you?" he questions, pointing at the silver-headed old man, who walks down the road with shopping bags clenched in his hands.

"I pretty much would expect him to," I convey, making Yoongi snort in disbelief.

I roll my eyes, pointing at the elderly man, "look at him closely," I muse. "The man is somewhere in the ninth decade of his life, yet moves quicker than you. Look at the way he steps. He moves like a clockwork soldier, stands tall and confident, head raised. He's disciplined. A discipline that's peculiar only to a soldier. His neck," I point at the faint difference of skin color at the grandpa's neck, "a scar, and if I have to take a wild guess, shrapnel. And putting it all together, I can confidently say that he's a war veteran. So, yes, Yoongi, I would expect him to throw a grenade at me."

Yoongi rolls his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose as he lets out a long exasperated sigh, which comes out more like a vexed groan. "You're unbelievable," he shakes his head like a disappointed parent, "stop!"

"All this just doesn't sit well with me. Paranoid or not you have to accept that I have a point."

"So what if you do? What can you possibly do about it?"

I don't get the chance to reply as the backseat door opens and a very much angry-looking Taehyung gets in.

"What took you so goddamn long!?"

"Oh, dear, I'll tell you what," Taehyung barks out, sending a deadly glare towards Yoongi, who stays unbothered in his seat. "Your friend here decided that it was a brilliant idea to stick a toothpick into the bathroom lock."

Raising my eyebrows I glance at Yoongi, biting down the smile that threatens to destroy my cold façade, as I turn to Taehyung again. "Why didn't you call me?" I ask, unable to hold my snickering any longer.

"Because he hid my phone!" Taehyung growls, his face going red from rage, as I giggle.

"Why did you do that?" I ask Yoongi, like a mother scolding her disobedient infant. He shrugs nonchalantly, rolling his eyes as if absolutely uninterested in the topic. "Gamer boy was getting on my nerves."

"That's not a proper reason to lock people in washrooms!" Taehyung roars, flexing his jaw.

"Be grateful I didn't taze you!" Yoongi spits back, while I try to understand the real reason behind the childish action.

I grab Taehyung's hand before it can reach Yoongi's collar. "Now," the warning tone of my voice makes Taehyung go on pause. "This hassle isn't worth it, believe me," I croon softly. "Just bear our presence for one more hour and we'll be gone from your life forever."

Taehyung's brown eyes, which remind me of two mugs of hot cocoa, sprinkled with tiny flecks of gold, hop from Yoongi to me with an emotion I can't identify. His face hardens as he frees his hand from my hold, sitting back and opening a game on his phone. "Yeah, right, one more hour and you'll be gone," he mumbles, his voice merely audible.

At his sudden change of attitude, my heart skips a very unwanted, and extremely unwarranted beat, as I ignore the bubbling sensation in my stomach, turning around and starting the car.

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The tires of my car bring a monotone hissing as they sail over the weary grey tarmac beneath. The only thing to knock me out of my stupor is the vehicles that pass by with aggressive whizzing. Immensely ominous silence engulfs the car, thickening the unbearable and mostly unwelcomed tension with every second.

That's why I almost jump from the overwhelming feeling of joy when my phone starts ringing.

I look at the ID: Number is unfamiliar, however, the voice that comes from the speaker as I pick up, pressing the phone against my ear, is not.

"Не возвращайся!" ("Don't go back!")

I freeze. Every part of me goes on pause for a moment, paralyzing my body and brain.

What the hell?

When my mind starts working again, my eyes widen as my breath hitches violently, making my lips part in shock. It takes me time to comprehend the vaguely familiar language. The language I haven't heard in a while, the mother language of my nanny, who taught me it, and not only me.

"N-Ni-Nicole!?" I utter, doing nothing to hide the shock and astonishment in my voice.

Yoongi's head slews towards me the fastest I've ever seen. "What the-"

"Why Russian?" I question in surprise, cutting Yoongi off.

"У меня нет времени чтобы объяснить тебе это. Прошу тебя не иди назад. Это ловушка!"
("I don't have the time to explain it to you, please, don't go back, it's a trap!")

What the hell? Again.

The gears in my brain start twisting one after another like a grandfather clock system, as the questions start popping out, but one thing spears on my mind permanently. If it's a trap then...."boys!"

"Уже поздно, ты больше ничем не можешь их помочь." ("It's already too late. You can't help them anymore.")

"What," a hearty whisper leaves my parted lips, as the staccato of my heart reverberates in my ears. With a cooling breath, I shut the troublesome feelings away, letting my mind judge the situation coldly.

"Послушай! Не иди наз-" ( "Listen! Do not go ba-"

I hang up before she can finish her sentence, glancing at Taehyung through the rearview mirror as I find his scrutinizing eyes on me. "Call Jimin, say to get out of that house, we're going to be there in 2 minutes."

"We're at least 15 minutes drive away," Taehyung states.

"Not if I am the driver," I reply with a dangerously low and emotionless tone, my chest rising up and down as I barely suppress a scream of frustration that threatens to break out. I have no right to let the panic fog my mind and judgment, knowing very well what exactly can happen if it does.

Unless what I fear didn't happen already.

My foot goes crashing on the accelerator as I get sucked into the leather seat from the sudden escalation of speed. Executing a perfect shift to 4th gear, I let the car jolt forward on the smooth asphalt, as the speedometer hits 190km/h. Barely avoiding honking cars I speed off. Scanning the horizon, I spot two cars moving next to each other, the gap between them too small for me to pass, and I make the stupidest decision I could ever come up with.

"You're driving on the wrong line!" and Yoongi's frightened shout is the proof of it.

"I hope you just didn't call me blind."

"Well, you're driving like one." he screams again, as I notice how Taehyung is talking on the phone, "Why is Nicole calling you? and what the hell did she say!?" Yoongi gains my attention again, as I switch the line just before a red semi-truck can mash us.

My foot pushes the gas pedal harsher, making the engine rattle beneath me. "She has some explaining to do to me later." I hiss, between gritted teeth, feeling how the stormy anger strikes through me. I don't even know if the reason behind my rage is Nicole's sudden call and unexplained warning, the same Nicole that ghosted me for two months, or it's just my poor attempt to shield the terror that overwhelms me at the moment?

The shrieking sound of the tires fills the street, as I take a sharp turn seconds before the traffic lights switch to red. I slow down not to gain attention as we get closer to the row of private houses, while my emerald green eyes scope the area out, for something extraordinary. I notice Jungkook and Hoseok on the sidewalk in front of a private lawn of the house. They hop into the car next to Taehyung as soon as I stop.

"What's going on?" Hoseok questions looking from Taehyung to Yoongi, then to my rigid form. I eye his orange tousled hair. He dyed his hair again.

"I was sleeping, it better be something important," my eyes jump to Jungkook. His black hoodie is tightened up around his neck, giving the impression of a bear that was woken up from an extensive hibernation.

"Where's Jimin?" I ask, ignoring their bubbling.

"He went back to grab his laptop," Hoseok replies, looking at me questioningly, silently asking what's going on.

"Later," I dismiss him.

I scan the area again, my verdant irises jumping from one corner to another, from one mirror to another, looking for someone strange, something unusual, anything. I frown as I recall Nicole's words.

"It's already too late. You can't help them anymore."

I wrinkle my eyebrows, pondering over the statement as I glance at Jungkook's and Hoseok's unharmed figures. What's going on?

A subtle vibration of my phone drags my attention from the street to the rectangular objects, where an ID of an unknown caller shows.

I reach my hand to take the phone. Yoongi grabs my hand in the air harshly, "I don't think it's a good idea."

"Let's be frank, Yoongi, all our ideas have proven themselves equally irrational and implausible, so this one won't change anything."

Freeing my hand, I answer the phone, pressing it against my ear. I don't make a sound, waiting for the unknown caller to speak the first.

Nothing. Silence. Just heavy breathing that sends chills down my spine. I gulp down hard, stubbornly biting my tongue not to utter a word.

"Tick, tock, tick, tock..."

A snake-like hissing blares from the speaker, making my breath hitch and eyes go wide. My body paralyzes as I recognize the seemingly unrecognizable whispers. And it is that moment when I notice Jimin walking out of the front door.

"Let's watch the fireworks together, shall we?" The monotone voice whispers, cruelty hidden underneath the sweet voice.

Fireworks?

The phone slips from my grip as the realization hits me hard. "Jimin," I breathe out, before sprinting out of the car and towards the house with the speed of light.

And the time slows down.

My feet hit the snow-covered tarmac, as I bolt down the road like an Olympic champion at the start gun.

But no matter how fast you are, no one outruns their past, and mine just caught up to me.

Jimin's dumbstruck expression is the last thing I see before the house behind him detonates, the shockwave sending us flying through the air.

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Hey Angel🎴
A friendly request: Don't cuss me out. Feel free to leave any thoughts in the comment section, I'll be happy to read you opinions.

Did you see Jungkook!? The guy just went from Jeon Jungkook to Jungkook Malfoy just in one sec. And Tae.....I can't, I'm not breathing....he's so FINE! And the little meow meow was with them too....someone give me napkins!

And of course we don't forget about the masterpiece our Yoongi gave us one year ago on this day. #oneyearwithshadow

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