**Obamas POV**
I just finish my long meeting about the new product my company wants to release. We decided that next year would be a better time to market it to the public. I get in the elevator and head down toward the parking garage when my phone sets off an alert.
***NAMJOON KUN HAS BEEN NAPPED!**
All the blood rushes from m,y face. I pick up my phoen immidatley and call my close friend and most trusted associate.
"JOE BYRAN! Its a Code spud!" I yell into my phone.
" Oh no :(... I'll call the FBI right away, I'll send you his location through the tracking device we installed."
" Great thank you mr byran, meet me at my house as soon as possible."
I hang up the phone and wipe the sweat off my hot, lemon scented, cacao, smooth, forehead. I need to get home now to make a plan. I find my car in the parking garage and get in. I adjust my hula girl that I taped namjoons face to on my dash board. I pull out and slam on the go pedal.
15 minutes later...
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I pull into my mansion to see a limo and eight cops cars awaiting me. I stumble out of my car and walk to Joe.
"H-hes gone..." I say placing my hand on Joe Byrans shoulder.
"It will be okay we will find him asap" Joe says consoling me.
Then suddenly when I lose all hope i remember a very important moment the night I adopted namjoon kun the very same night I put the tracking device in his head . . . it has a way of communication on it. I open my ghalexy G 7 samsung phone and looks for an app called "Spud calls" I open in and hold down the button used as a walky talky.
"Namjoon-Kun" I say
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An Ode to Obama-chan
Fanfiction"Wakey Wakey kitten," he say his voice utmost decadent. "AA" I exclaim as I jump from my seat. " M-mr O-obama, I-i was j-just-" he interrupts me "Its fine kitten I just thought I should let you knoe that works ovr, ill see you this week i hope?" he...
