I couldn't process, couldn't smile, couldn't frown. This news just entered with a bad powerpoint animation effect. Do it again.

"Oh please Woobin, for fuck sake!" Yoongi rolled his eyes and the other man laughed.

"Congratulations bro," I said, looking at him, forcing my lips to curve up but somehow they were just pressed in a firm line. My heart was whimpering, it was aching me that he got back with her.

I had the perfect plan Yoongi. To escape. I had it. I was ready to kill myself before marriage as a revenge to what they made me go through. Why make me runaway and then stab me like that? It hurts. And not even a little.

"No, we never got back. It was just that she was asking me to get back and I couldn't deny," he said. Well, Mr Yoongi that means the same. I swear to god, jokes are better than emotions.

"Yeah, and they broke up the very next day!" Mi Hi said and the Woobin laughed.

Not funny, didn't laugh, tracking IP address, plotting revenge.

"Okay, I have a problem," I said.

"Obviously, you are the only problematic person. You have problems!" Mi Hi mocked.

"Well I also have a gun!"

Yoongi laughed at that. Is a gun a joke?

I deliberately pulled the gun out of my garter, showing it to him. His eyes widened, "N-Nice toy!"

"Show it to me," Woobin stretched his hand towards me, still driving. I handed it to him.

"Oh it's real, I'll take care of it," he said calmly.

"Thanks Mi for dating a police officer," I smiled.

"Wh-what the fuck? Dangerous woman! Where did you find a gun?" Yoongi stuttered.

"I just took my father's gun, it's not a big deal for businessmen bro. They have it for self defence. It's licensed," I shrugged.

"And w-why do you have it?"

"I was about to kill myself on the aisle," I said and the car screeched as he applied the brakes abruptly.

"What are you talking about?" Mi Hi looked back with widened eyes, "And why on the aisle?"

"Just because I am dying doesn't mean I would miss the drama!" I shrugged. Finally I am cool.

"That's not cool!" Yoongi remarked, "That's really stupid. The worst thing I have ever heard."

I gulped, he seemed angry. Well, I wasn't expecting that.

"You're telling me, you didn't had the courage to decline your parents insistence but you had the courage to kill yourself?" Woobin's eyes widened as he questioned me.

"It's different, if my parents knew... They'll kill me but leave me living! If-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Yoongi yelled causing me to flinch, "Woobin, please continue."

The car started again. "Why are you yelling. Its my life, it's my decision!"

"That's weird coming from you babygirl," MiHi mocked. Yoongi looked out of the window, his fists clenching.

I leaned slightly towards him, "What-" he pushed me back and glared straight into my eyes.

"Back the fuck up you soggy lampshade. What the fuck were you thinking, huh? You think you can just take your life like a motherfucking idiot?" He yelled.

"What could I have done? I..."

The car stopped again, "Here Yoongi, change cars," Woobin said.

He was still breathing heavy and fury was dancing on his face. He held my wrist tight, opening the gate to his side and pulling me along to another car. What is actually happening?

The car we just entered started as soon as we took our seats.

"Oh Jee, you look so pretty," J-Hope looked back and I was stunned.

"Hello Noona!" Taehyung said from the driver's seat.

Oh my God! Did I runaway with BTS? Am I in a fanfiction?

"Still not better than you sunshine!" I smiled but it eventually dropped as I saw Yoongi's death glare. I shifted again towards him. I swear if he pushes me again.... I will just shift back again.

He wasn't looking at me but I know he got my movement. I placed my head on his shoulder making him look at me. "What do you think you are doing?"

"I am sorry. I was scared. I wanted to make them realise that I was hurting," I mumbled, such that only he can hear that behind the music.

"You could have just called me. You could have ran away. You could have taken Mi Hi's help. But no! You decided to... Fuck you Jee, don't talk to me."

"Okay... Just answer me one thing. If you had to eat a pile of bricks or a matter baby. What would you eat?"

"What's a matter baby?" He asked. I lifted up my head from his shoulder and grinned wide, "Nothing sweetie. What's a matter with you?"

He fell for it again!

He smiled, his hand on my face pushing me back. I somehow fought his grip and laughed, "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Seoul," Taehyung responded.

"Why did we changed cars?"

Honestly I was feeling like a little five year old who is just questioning the world.

"Because this was a place with no CCTV, so if anyone's following you, they'll not be able to get you from Woobin's car." J-Hope explained.

I nodded in understanding when I felt Yoongi's head on my lap as he was lying on the seat. His eyes closed and lips moving a bit.

"What are you doing?" I asked absentminded.

"It's a long way. I am sleeping. Don't disturb you absolute sickass smooth fucker."

I slept I don't even know when. It has been days when I slept soundly, and seriously, I was sleeping after I did this! How can I be at peace?

My eyes opened only when I was shaken by him, our positions reversed. He was sitting and my head was on his lap. It blessed my vision an access to his chiseled jawline and angelically carved Adam's apple.

"You're so handsome," I blurted out as a low mumble. He looked down at me and gave a broad gummy smile.

I quickly got up, covering my mouth with my hand, "It came out loud, didn't it?"

"Yeah," he chuckled.

"Hyung, we have to go back to the dorm," Taehyung said as the car was now stationed.

"Okay, Thank you guys," he responded.

"Take care Jee. We will come back to meet you," Hoseok beamed and I nodded simply. Somehow, I couldn't smile as the reality was setting in.

"Wait," Yoongi said and got out of the car and later opening the gate to my side. Is he being a gentleman?

No. His one arm snaking around my knees and another around my shoulders, picking me up effortlessly. My hands itself wrapped around his neck and my eyes widened.

"What are you doing stupid?" I whispered.

"Didn't you hurt your foot? Or were you just acting for me to pick you up?" He smirked.

I purposely kicked his sides to which he whimpered but later giggled, carrying me to his house. He supported me till we reached a room and made me stand on the floor.

"You can use this room, I'll just bring you spare clothes so you can wash up and rest," he said and I nodded.

As he left, I felt the silence riding over me. The elegant white walls of the room seemed so menacing, holding me in a tight grip of emotions. My chest as if strangled in chains. I took steps backwards till my back was touching the wall. My hand cupping my mouth.

What have I done? What if they find me?

I didn't feel good at all. I didn't feel bad at all. I was confused, terrified of my future. I slid down the wall and I was scared, I wasn't even acting. I was not acting dramatic, the first time, I felt I did something irreversible and I don't know what impact it would be having on his and my life.

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