the apocalypse again?

that’s what everyone asked themselves — though five wasn’t surprised but he was for sure pissed.

he looked at you as his eyebrows furrowed, both of his fists clenching.

“i’m packing your bags, i don’t want to hear one single goddamn thing. you go time travel with the other suitcase, i don’t want you here and die.” his tone became more aggressive and firm, biting his lip in a sense of nervousness.

it was obvious five was struggling to say those words himself.

“fuck.”