𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 || 𝐉.𝐉𝐊 ✓

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𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪

Not one of us so much as speaks when we near the border and pass through the checkpoint. We remain silent, ready for anything to happen.

The border guards shine their flashlights around the van, check our I.D.s, where luckily, they made a fake one for me, and let us through without any trouble. Now that we drive out of the United States, a part of me is glad but also concerned for everyone I would be leaving behind.

The girls in the prison, Barbie, Jungkook, and everyone else. It's worrisome not knowing what will happen to the girls if someone's not there looking after them, and I know I will be constantly worried about the others until I know they are safe.

That's all I focus on during the ride. I don't focus on this friendly, nor the mayor, or the mention of my own MIA mother. Instead, I find comfort in the fact that Barbie is safe, and they are making sure to give her everything she needs to heal and help her baby survive.

A part of me is pissed at myself for not following through with that promise I made Jimin. He probably can only rest a little better at night knowing I was right there next to her, but now, he's going to panic once he notices that Barbie and I never showed up for breakfast.

I can imagine him trying to keep himself calm, but I can't help worrying about him and how he'll react to all of this either. It's so messy not having any way to keep the others informed and explain what's going on.

"Forgive me," I mumble under my breath, thinking of Jimin. "Please, protect them," I close my eyes and say a small prayer, knowing that I can't help them now.

I stare hard at the front window, watching the light from the moon shine over the black road where the shadows from trees reflect on the path we're following.

"You should get some sleep, Vee. It's going to be a while before we get there. We only just now crossed the border." Yoongi admits, grabbing a folded-up green blanket from the seat behind him. "Here," he hands it to me, "at least take a nap," he smiles a tad.

Hesitantly, I take the blanket, wrapping it around me like a security blanket at this point. "I'm too worried to fall asleep. I can't trust some people," I remark, glancing at Acid.

"Vee," Yoongi sighs behind me, "you have to let that go right now. I know you're confused and upset, but I promise you'll understand soon enough that she had no choice. Right now, you need to rest. You look like you're running on only an hour's sleep, and the conversation you're going to have with him is going to take longer than an hour. Just sleep for me? I promise I'll watch over you. You can trust me, right?"

It's not that I don't trust him; I don't trust her. Regardless, he's right, and even if I don't want to sleep being so vulnerable around her, I allow myself the opportunity to take a few hours of rest—that is depending on how long it takes to arrive at our destination.

Laying down on the full seat with the green blanket over me, I watch out of the front window as we bypass streetlights that come and fade in a blink of an eye. We must be on the main road now.

I feel the rough patches of road in some places, the swerve of the van, and the sound of voices coming from the radio. I smell the faint scent of coffee, and I'm sure the two were drinking some when they drove to get me. The inside of the van is clean, nothing takes up space except the seats, and it's an older model for sure.