"I'll have the message sent out in as many languages as possible," Namjoon said as he typed on his laptop, and I joined him by pulling out my tablet and reading through the chat rooms.
"Apparently they've gained a few thousand followers. Who would've guessed?" You could always count on people's hatred to propel bad news. On top of that, the actual Rsamks had already taken credit for our actions within these chat rooms. We needed to keep tabs on them; if I could've found them in less than an hour, the FBI could of as well. Namjoon and I had spent half the night making sure they weren't tracked...yet. There was a time and place for these idiots to be caught, and now was not that time.
"We're here, ma'am," the driver said as he pulled up to the gate. Parking the car, he came around and opened the door for me as Namjoon handed me my sunglasses. There were only a few photographers outside with flashing lights, and I smiled and waved to them as Namjoon and I walked through security. Outside the gate, the guards checked through bags and scanned our clothing. Usually we could walk right through as family.
They wanded us both, and when I showed them my ID, the guard shook his head.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but you haven't been cleared," the fat guard stated as he handed me back my purse.
"I'm sorry?" I said slowly as I stared at him.
"No one gets into the White House without being cleared." He pointed to the checklist.
"May I ask who forgot to place the President's family on the list?" I asked him again fighting to keep my smile in place.
He frowned and shrugged. "Ma'am, I don't make the rules. The FBI gave me the rules. I'm sure it was a mistake."
My jaw tightened as I glared at him, trying my best not to bash his head in with my phone.
"They've been cleared," Mina stated as she walked up to us.
"I have to get a call—"
Mina dialed and he answered his phone inside his small white booth.
"The Kims have been cleared," she said into the phone and the man nodded.
Moving forward, I shook my head. Walking into the White House was like walking into a newsroom. Members of the White House press corps were moving all over the place. They were reading, recording, and trying to get any information they could out of anyone who would talk to them. However, no official seemed to pay any of them a second mind.
"As you can see, our house is on fire," Mina frowned as she continued walking through.
"It's only temporary," Namjoon reminded her coldly.
She faced him, eyebrow raised, but didn't say a word. Then she tuned to face me. "Just so you know, Doeun came by earlier."
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Born To Bleed - KTH FF (BOOK III)
Fanfiction"Demons by Choice." Betrayed. Y/N is nowhere to be found, Taehyung is in jail, and the Kim family is cracking, just as Ahn Doeun, the FBI Director and puppet master behind their downfall, planned. But just because they're down doesn't mean they're o...
