The Apocalypse

Chapter 5

Namjoon sends me a questioning glare. I shrug my shoulders in response, not exactly the ideal time to talk it out.

"You 3 go down the left, we'll go to the right," the leader says.

We'll just wait for them to carry out their plan then we can run for the exit.

The sound of heavy footsteps echo through the halls. Namjoon is the first one to peep over the counter.

He looks back down at us and nods they all nod in response, it's like they can telepathically communicate with each other.

Jungkook grabs my hand, Hoseok grabs my other hand. He seems more afraid than the rest of us combined.

We creep up to the door and slip out without making a sound, staying low and by the walls to avoid getting spotted by from inside.

Hoseok eventually regains a certain level of composure, letting go of my hand but Jungkook doesn't.

I was a little skeptical but I didn't really mind his hand provided a sort of comfort.

I make my way to Namjoon, hand-in-hand with the twenty-two year old. "What about all of your stuff?" I whisper.

"We're going to get it now," he whispers back.

Is he seriously thinking about going back in there, they have guns all we have is a few knives and the black haired one's scary glare.

"Are you crazy?" I whisper yell.

"Trust us, as celebrities we're practically trained to try and avoid being noticed when we're in public,"

Taehyung begins speaking to him in Korean and I stare at Jungkook. He's a celebrity?! They're all celebrities?! Im holding hands with a celebrity?!

"You're a celebrity!?"

"Yes, I am seulebwibwi," He proudly says, nodding like a bobble head figurine. I don't know if he's proud that he's a celebrity or if it's because he finally got his english grammar right.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

His usual confused look returns but he tries to conceal it.

"Yes," he replies not as confident as before.

I smile and shake my head. Namjoon whisper shouts something in korean while trying to pry open one of the vents. After a few more pulls he lands on his butt, the vent door in his hands.

Amazing ... he didnt just open it, he broke it off. Hinges and everything.

"Whos going in?" He asks still laying on the ground.

Blondie raises his hand "I vote gguk,"

"Same," the black haired one agrees.

"Hyuuungs. Waaaaeeeee?" Jungkook whines like a child.

After their debate about whos going in, the tributes have been decided; Jungkook, Jimin and Yoongi.

Jungkook is the last to crawl into the vent, the last thing I see are his timberland shoes before he's gone.

...now what.

"Now we find a place to hide, we never know when those other guys may come out looking for you," Namjoon says, then translates it to korean for the rest of the entourage.

Mind reader! Mind reader confirmed.

"Do you know any places nearby (Y/N)?" All of them look at me with big curious, somewhat pleading eyes.

Well obviously i do, fort9 is about an hour away on foot ... but although I'm grateful for everything they've done. I still don't know them let alone trust all of them ... not yet at least.