THIRTY-EIGHT

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November 2, 20XX - Sunday '1:00PM'

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November 2, 20XX - Sunday
'1:00PM'

I opened my eyes to catch Taehyung laying down in front of me, his arm wrapped securely around my waist.

I smiled and lifted my hand to brush the hair away from his face.

As I did, it revealed a scratch on his cheek.

Frowning, I softly feathered my fingers over it, trying to see the severity of it.

I thought we moved on from these.

"He did that himself." 

The voice startled me. I turned to catch Namjoon at the door.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

"What do you mean?" I whispered.

"He thought he saw something and in the process of him panicking around, he cut himself with the knife in his hand."

"Knife?"

"Relax, he was opening a package."

"Of...?"

Namjoon's brows furrowed as he smiled, clearly amused by my reaction.

I huffed.

"He'll tell you everything with time."

But what if we don't have much time.

"What can I do to help?"

I was tired of just being a sitting duck.

"Nothing, little lady. You'll stay here where it's safe."

"I can't just stay here while he's out there getting hurt." I tried not to be loud since Taehyung was still deep in sleep.

I wanted to feel useful.

Namjoon's face fell. "You know what happened to the last girl that went on a run with one of our guys?"

I gulped slightly.

"They had their way with her and made the guy watch at gunpoint. So, don't even try it. Girls arent allowed on the run for a reason. It's not what you're capable of it's the fact these sickos can't control themselves. Morality is thrown away when the drugs take over."

I stayed silent.

"So, you'll stay here with Hoseok on watch, you hear?"

I didn't even say anything anymore, completely defeated.

Namjoons eyes softened upon seeing me try to contain my anger.

"This won't be for long. It just takes time for all the preparations. Fake IDs, passports, those kinds of things take a while to compare to the legit ones."

Passport?

"Oops, I said too much." Namjoon mumbled as he looked away.

I turned to see that Taehyungs eyes were open.

"Passport for what..." I directed my question at Taehyung.

He rubbed his eyes.

"Our flight," he answered.

I looked at him in surprise.

He sat up and leaned against his right arm.

He gave me a smile, still slightly sleepy.

"...to freedom."

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