"Aren't you going to help?!" I grunted to Yoongi under the weight of Taehyung's huge body, which was sprawled across my back as I pulled myself up the stairs. If I ever needed a meat shield, I'd know who to come to.

"I am helping." Yoongi insisted from beside me.

"Holding three of his fingers is not helping." I retorted, looking to Yoongi's hand which was pathetically wrapped around the other man's hand.

Instead of offering to carry more of the man's limbs, Yoongi simply shrugged one of his shoulders. Annoyed, I frowned, heaving myself – and Taehyung- up another step. I'm definitely going to be feeling this later. I groaned to myself. "If only Jin – my worldwide shoulders, was here." I sighed dreamily, thinking of the tattooed brunette. He could do more than just take Taehyung up the stairs...

Yoongi scoffed loudly from beside me. "I have broad shoulders too."

I looked over to him, scanning his suit covered shoulders from side to side. Sure, his figure was not unattractive in the least, but his shoulders came nowhere near the breadth of Jin's. "Nope. They're pretty puny." I responded, adding, "Like Jimin."

Yoongi looked totally offended at my comment, his hand subconsciously reaching to lay on one of his shoulders. His teeny nose squished up and his lips curled into a deep frown. "Well," He countered, "your boobs are the most miniscule boobs I have ever seen on a woman."

"Correction," I grinned putting a finger in his face, "the first you've ever seen on a woman."

"That doesn't even make sense!" Yoongi hissed, offended and blushing at my words. He was a pretty easy target to annoy. All you had to do was mention that fact that he was literally a virgin.

"This whole story doesn't make sense." I pffted at him, causing him to roll his eyes. "Don't blame me," He surrendered, "I'm just the guardian writer."

"Doesn't that mean you could rewrite the whole book?"

Yoongi shook his head, now leaning in beside me to pull Taehyung's arm of my shoulder. "I'm a character of this story, so no." He looked away from me as if he was embarrassed that he was just a character, turning towards the wall as he pulled Taehyung's limp body closer to his so we could share the weight. To be honest, I had forgotten Yoongi was just a character, and not someone outside the story. We had developed a pretty good...acquaintanceship and some feelings...It made me quite sad to think that he, just like the other characters, would probably disappear once the story was over.

Biting his lip, he went on. "The story can only be fully rewritten by someone outside the confines of the story."

My brows knit together, registering the information. "So...me?"

Yoongi nodded, still not looking at me. I noticed that Taehyung's body had slowly been moved further onto Yoongi's shoulder, so that the two of us were squished side by side under his weight. Just as I thought, he was a lot nicer than he made out to be.

"But why though?"

It seemed that I had flipped a switch as Yoongi sighed, returning back to his usual self as he sent me a glare. "I already told you, that information is classified."

"That's like getting a job without a description!" I protested, looking towards Yoongi, who rolled his eyes at me. "I'm thrown in here without a who, what, when, or how!" I complained, adding, "That's a lot of plot holes, Yoongi."

"All things will be revealed in due time." Yoongi responded, huffing under the weight of Taehyung's body.

We were both relieved that we had finally made it to the last step on the stairs, now finally able to drag Taehyung to his bedroom – Wait. Where is his bedroom? I thought, as now I was being dragged along by Yoongi, who seemed to know exactly where he was going.

I could barely keep up as he practically ran with Taehyung and me, finally coming to a harsh stop at a large, black door. Oh, that makes sense. I thought, referring to the colour. Black suited Taehyung. It was dark, like his cold soul.

Throwing the door open with one hand, Yoongi pushed it out of his way and dragged Taehyung and I into the room.

Now, the door was black, but this room was Batman's cave black. It was the black version of Jin's room. Every fucking wall. The roof, the furniture, and the floor. All painted in the deep colour.

You would think that in order to have a little bit of vitamin D the man would keep his curtains open or something, but no. The sun was completely shut out by the deep gray curtains that hung over the windows.

Welp, that explains a lot. It made sense why his whole aura was one big, fat rain cloud.

"Help me get him unto the bed." Yoongi said, gesturing to the large 16th century vampire looking bed, covered in duvets of deep crimson.

He...tried with the colour designing.

The room (minus and add a few details) (Someone told me this couldn't be a mafia ff without images of each and every room and they're very right so here we go.)