𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 || 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

𝐗𝐈

“ kim taehyung ”

when the boys woke up, y/n was already in the lab working on something. jin had made them some coffee, all of them gathering in the lab and admiring the messy place.

although plain white, it was fascinating to see so many things scattered around, many equipments, computers, papers, testubes, beakers  and other things.

" what are you making? " jin mused as he saw y/n using a small drill machine on a peice of metal, " I thought you majored in human anatomy? "

y/n smiles slightly, " I did. but I have hobbies too. and joining mechanics club in high school is paying off. "

" wah, she's just my style. " jimin gapes and jungkook scoffs, amused. " you were snapping at her just yesterday. "

jimin grins cheekily, feeling a little hopeful and positive for now, " I'm feeling better now, thanks, kook. "

y/n bites the inside of her cheek, deciding to ignore it. " I'm making a device. " the group gets a good view of the button she shows them, " this place runs on sources from seoul. the electricity and everything. so it can connect the line for a few minutes for telecommunications. "

" this whole place runs on seoul resources? " yoongi asks, impressed as she nods. " yeah. " she stood up, glancing at them.

they looked all dressed and determined to step out, she nods. now she had to get to work. " okay, keep your phone ready. once I give a thumbs up, just call him. "

" will it work? "

" it has to. unless his phone is dead or if he lost it. " y/n presses the button, typing on the keyboard and giving a thumbs up.

yoongi slides the call button on his screen, he widens his eyes as he saw he was getting a signal.

" I got the signal! " he breathed out in relief, " It's ringing! "

y/n nods, " ask him where he is specifically. it can only last a few minutes and we'll have to wait for hours if we miss this opportunity. "

jimin was on his toes, fidgeting as the line went off. he frowned, " hyung, please call him again. " yoongi didn't need to be told twice, he kept dailing and failing.

" he's not picking up. " jin runs a hand through his hair, " his phone can't be dead. it won't say its switched off. "

yoongi clenched his jaw, calling him again as he felt beads sweat forming on his forehead. this had had work, he needed to get taehyung in front of his eyes safe so he could breathe freely again.

Pick up, tae! please answer the god damn phone!

" ...hyung? is that you? "

all of them collectively let out sighs of relief and jimin jumped forward, " tae! are you okay?! "