"Fast isn't in my vocabulary, Y/n."
He smiles, head tilted with a playful gleam in his eyes.
"Want to find out what is?"
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In which two students find themselves on the run from a dictator government hunting them down.
Rankings achieved:
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My name, scribbled in dark crimson red, glistens in the moonlight.
Park Y/n.
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I freeze. Realization sparks through me like a bolt of lightning.
They know where I am.
They know where we are. They know where Base C is, they know the exact room where I sleep. We all thought we were safe in hiding, but we aren't.
Holy shi-
All previous exhaustion forgotten, I inhale sharply and run out of the room, down the tunnel, and emerge in the main living room.
Who should I go to?
I think quickly. Suga is off limits. Taehyung and Namjoon I don't know well. Jin I trust, but after hearing him go on his fire rap-rant to Jungkook and J-Hope before dinner, I don't want to bother him. Jungkook and J-Hope need their rest. Which leaves...
Jimin.
I think of his lovely personality and our first conversation on the green couch. He saved my life from Suga. And he made me feel so welcome here. Yes, I can definitely trust him.
I take a breath, resolute.
Jimin it is.
But which tunnel is it?
I look around myself at the tunnels, 11 others in total. How can I find which one Jimin's room is?
He gave me a tour of the whole place, too.
But I can't remember.
Oh get yourself together, Y/n. Surely it's not that hard.
Jimin likes the green couch. Didn't he say something about his room being close to the green couch? I walk over and stand next to it, uncertain. From here I can see two tunnels - a pink one and a brown one.
The brown one I didn't get to see, because after taking a look at Jungkook's room dinner was ready. I'm almost certain that it leads to the treehouse.
So it must be the pink one... right?
I want to hit my head on a wall for not being able to remember.
Oh well - there's nothing I can do about it now. What's the worst that can happen anyway?
I crawl through the pink tunnel and arrive at the door. There's a little golden ring hanging on it, shining in the dim light.
It's identical to the one on Jungkook's door.
It must be the good luck charm Jimin told me about!
With slightly more confidence that I've found the right place, I knock on the door.
I try to steady my breathing while I wait.
Before I know it, the door opens and a sleepy Jimin in striped pajamas is standing in front of me. An eye mask messily pulled up to his forehead makes his hair stick up. He rubs his eye as he looks on, slightly confused.
