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Chapter twenty-three; Fools

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𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴
𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘛𝘢𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘺
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦

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The airplane, as it turned out, wasn't entirely a reliable navigator. Or rather, it was too good at being a navigator. Normal maps or GPS's usually work very well since they are directing you to a location, usually one that is fixated to the ground and cannot be easily moved.

This airplane, however, was tracking a person.

And this person's movements seemed as if they were on fire.

'Are you positive this "Kim Namjoon" guy is a person and not a falcon?!'

The airplane swerved right just as the duo was about to go left.

'Yes! Certain!'

Left, right, front, back.

'I swear, if this doltish piece of paper leads us to a cliff I'm pushing you off of it.'

Elysian, smoothing down the hem of her dress, decided to pay no mind to the vulgarity of his words.

Finally, after several more hours of indecisiveness from the aircraft, civil remarks from Elysian, and an abundance of cursing from a petulant Jeon Jungkook, the plane spun around two or three times, and laid flat to the ground.

'My word, I say it's dead.'

'It's not dead!'

'Well, it ought to be! For hours, it has led us on a wild goose chase! Following it squandered my precious time! And look where it took us! I'd reckon we're back to where we were at the start!'

Just then, a faint scream rang out into the dry air.

'Oh, and now I'm having hallucinations. Golly. Just the thing I need.'

Elysian leaned her ear toward the sound, which was growing louder by the minute, 'No...I hear it too.'

'Then maybe we're both becoming lunatics.'

She put her hand to her face, creating a visor to block out the afternoon sun, 'Wait, I see something.'

Just like with Kim Seokjin, the one they were looking for was near the edge of the horizon. Except, this 'Namjoon' person didn't move at all like the prince. Seokjin moved elegantly, in a matter of way that deserved the title 'prince.' Namjoon, however, moved as if he were on fire.

Well, he actually was on fire.

A blazing inferno whose size could compete against a bonfire spread all around the poor man's upper torso.

'HELP!!!!!' Namjoon screamed.

'Should we help him?' Jungkook asked, donning an amused expression.