Sempiternal: •D.E.A(live).D• || BOOK 4#

24. The lost angel

"You can do it my love, I know you can do it."

"Come on baby, don't give up."

"Don't give up daddy, don't give up."

"They're stressing me out more than helping." notifies Namjoon, irritated at the almost mocking comments from the others. Jungkook wrinkles his nose and smiles, swaying in place. The four of them under a small roof while Namjoon has full on sunshine today.

Trying to get the solar panels to work.

For the millionth time in his life.

It's absurd how many times he's climbed the same thing and fails to get them to work. Namjoon has replaced everything that has turned out to be damaged, burned or misplaced and in theory, should be working by now. Not being the case, they still live at the cost of using candles, melting what's left to put it in molds and reusing as much as possible.

The only good part is that there are people entertaining with that, giving them nice shapes to create a better decoration. However, it is very necessary to have electricity. There is a high-risk pregnancy and a couple of people need operations. Chaewoon has not been more insistent on needing a better operating room because she simply cannot demand more from Namjoon.

Already the poor man does what he can to respond her demands. Asking for more is cruel to him.

Namjoon wipes his brow and looks askance at the circuitry. He has read every manual within reach and not so within reach to make it work. The engineers they have don't know what the problem is either.

A translucent plastic roof was made to protect the boards from snow, wiring was done all over the building thinking maybe it wasn't the right one, better assembly. These panels are more pampered and fussy than a rich man's child.

"I wasn't here for long Did y'all try to change the panels? Maybe these are out of order." proposes Jungkook. Namjoon stands up, shakes his hands and snorts grumpily.

"It's not the panels. They're perfect. There's something I'm not seeing and I don't know what it is."

"Much less us. You're our savior for having electricity," Hoseok says dropping his head to the side. "Maybe he's embarresed." jokes and Yoongi laughs through his nose before hissing painfully, a sort of small stitch in his head.

"They're... on, aren't they?"

"Yes. I also wanted to believe it was that silly mistake." admits Namjoon to Jin's question.

They go to the electricity box. Everything is as it should be. On, working and dispersing electricity. Namjoon furrows his eyebrows some more and ends up smacking the whole box, so hard that they hiss away.

"Are you the Hulk or what happened!?"

"You can damage it! Are you crazy?!"

"NONO! YOU'LL BREAK IT!"

Namjoon throws another punch and after a spark that sends them backwards, there are shocked and surprised exclamations from below. The six see each other, go down the stairs and find children scampering around the lighted classroom lights. They see each other and then Namjoon. He raises his hands.

"D-don't ask me why I did it, I just thought of those old TVs to hit."

~ * * * ~

"How strange it feels to have electricity."

"It feels like it was forever ago." corresponds Yoongi and Jungkook keeps painting the wall. Now that there is more light, he can do it even at night. It was decided that they will have curfew until they seal or tint the first, second and third floor windows; places that the wall built around the school, cannot cover and would be dangerous in case of Yagtalja coming.