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If Yoongi had thought it through in better detail, he might have decided to calm himself down more before he desperately pressed a number he knew off by heart, pulling it up to his ear with shaking hands. Sobbing into the phone probably wasn’t the best way to greet his boyfriend, especially when said boyfriend might have thought Yoongi was dead. His excuse was that he had had a very stressful day, stressful week, and he felt as though he almost deserved to not think fully about every detail of his actions anymore.
“Jeongguk,” he breathed out, sobs making it hard to hear the voice on the other end of the line, his own heartbeat too loud in his ears.
He tried to calm himself down, tried to slow his breaths until they came easier, tried to undo the tightness of his chest. Right at that moment, all he wanted was to hear Jeongguk talk, hear his sacred voice, the tone which made his heart skip a beat. There was no sedative more powerful than Jeongguk’s words, and it was all Yoongi wanted to listen to, all Yoongi needed to feel less like he was about to drop to the floor in exhaustion as the adrenaline left his body.
“Yoongi?” Jeongguk asked from the other side of the line, a wet smile growing on Yoongi’s face as he finally got what he wanted. “Oh my fuck-,” the younger swore, making a broken laugh fall from the other’s lips. “Yoongi, Yoongi where are you? Are you okay, oh fuck, Yoongi, Yoongi,” he heard Jeongguk saying frantically, and Yoongi squeezed his eyes shut at the sound as he basked in the sound of his voice.
“Jeong-guk,” he answered, a sob breaking the word in two. “I’m okay. I’m okay, he’s...” he gasped struggling to find his words. “I killed him, Jeonggukie, he’s gone, we’re okay,” Yoongi managed to push out through the tears, gripping the phone so tightly he was worried it would snap.
He could distantly hear Jeongguk shouting at the other end of the line, making sure his mouth was away from the device’s microphone. Yoongi couldn’t make out the words, but he assumed he was informing everyone that the elder was on the line, telling someone to track the call immediately. It was a second before Yoongi heard Jeongguk speak again, words still frantic, voice almost cracking from the tears Yoongi imagined the younger holding back.
“Oh god, oh Yoongi, we’re coming to get you, I’m so proud, I love you so much, he’s gone, I love you,” he repeated over and over like a mantra, words so perfect it just made Yoongi sob even harder.
Their phone conversation carried on just like that, lots of crying and declarations of love, time flying until Yoongi lost all sense of where he was, what was happening. The only thing that mattered was that everything was okay, he didn’t need to cast his mind towards the body on the floor ever again, could just spend his life in Jeongguk’s arms the way he was dying to. Nothing changed until he heard a car pull up close to where he was collapsed onto the floor, tires crackling along the ground, engine rumbling as the doors opened.
“Yoongi, we’re here, where are you?” Jeongguk rushed out in a single breath, and Yoongi could hear his real voice coming from outside the trailer.
It gave him the last bit of energy he could possible muster, his body heaving itself up off of the floor like it weighed more than a thousand tonnes of stone, legs shaking under the strain. Ignoring everything, Yoongi quickly stumbled out of the door, practically running towards his boyfriend, his Jeongguk. The younger met him half way, pulling Yoongi into his arms so tightly he was sure it wouldn’t ever be possible for him to let go.
In an instant, he was sobbing into Jeongguk’s chest, grapping on as tightly as he could to the fabric covering the younger’s skin. Yoongi could feel tears from Jeongguk on his head, dripping though his hair but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He didn’t care when he felt five other pairs of arms wrapping around his body, making him feel more safe than he had in a long time, he didn’t care when he realised everybody was crying, celebrating the fact Yoongi was alive. He didn’t care because he was okay, he was safe, and he would never let this happen again.
He promised.