"Here are your bags," Namjoon tell me, handing me two duffel bags packed with my clothes.

"Thanks. You look pretty eager to send me off, gonna do something when I'm not here?" I send him a small smirk as I take the bags from him. Today is the day I'll be moving in with Jeongguk. I'd be lying if I said I am not nervous.

"Taehyung, wait!" I am about to walk out of the house, but Namjoon grabs onto my forearm, stopping me from moving forward. My body shifts to face him.

"Before you leave, I just want to tell you . . ." He clears his throat, and shifts his weight from left to right.

"About our parents death, the weren't killed by rouges, they were killed by a pack."

Now I am beyond confused.

"You're lying, Namjoon. I witnessed mom and dad's death. They were killed by rouges," I say. My voice is razor sharp, slicing the tension in the air. I don't know how I am suppose to digest this news, especially when I am moving in to stay with Jeongguk, and I won't be able to see Namjoon for three months. My brain seems to have stopped working.

"Yes, they were killed by rouges. But who do you think influenced those rouges to attack Scarlet Night Pack? Think about it, Taehyung," Namjoon whispers softly, though he sounds strained, tired, weak.

"I'll try to negotiate with Jiyeong for time for us to meet up." There is a glint of sadness in his eyes, and then, it's gone. "Goodbye, Brother," Namjoon says almost hesitantly. It comes out croaky and cracked, but neither of us bother about it. His arms stretch open, and I am tempted to just jump into it.

"See you next time, Namjoon," I mutter unwillingly, throwing myself into his warm embrace. I want to tell him to everything that is bothering me, but I don't. Instead, I tear myself away from him.

"Any last piece of advice?" I joke, trying to lighten the mood. Namjoon just keeps on a straight face, saying, "Try to stay alive."

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"But who do you think influenced those rouges to attack Scarlet Night Pack? Think about it, Taehyung." Namjoon's voice rings in my head. My mind is swirling with conspiracies. If the rouges weren't the only ones who involved in the killing of Scarlet Night Pack, then who else was involved?

"Taehyung?" A voice snaps me out of my daze. I am blur, and my head is pounding. In front of me is Jeongguk. When I see him, I feel like there is a bubble in my chest that threatens to break me apart from the inside as it expands more by second.

"Hello," I greet back, trying to seem unfazed and unbothered as I fluff my pillow, pinching the sides of my covers to straighten any wrinkles.

There is an awkward tension lingering in the room. I have no idea how to start a proper conversation with Jeongguk, and I don't plan on having one.

√a.n.

This is a pretty shit update, but an update is still an update ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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