2. Contradictions

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"How likely is it that we'll find any buildings to sleep in?" asks Jin, looking at the map which essentially tells him nothing other than there's... Nothing."

Much use.

"Very low, if not next to none" Namjoon replies, giving a sigh. "It's wasteland. Russia is such a big country, there are areas in disuse or essentially located in another historical period. Villages and such."

"Then I can expect some Yagtalja in traditional dress."

"Yeah, basically."

Jin dawdles with that in mind. he doesn't remember precisely what the traditional dress of Russia was-he barely remembers that of Korea-so it's a challenge to differentiate between Swedish, Irish, English, etc. It could be any one. It's more fun to keep this digression going, to being worried about Hongjoong's wound, Jimin's depression, the general doubts as to whether they are safe or not.

A huge, endless string of problematic issues that take away the possibility of breathing in peace.

"Is there any difference with the snow now that you have Superman's vision?" asks Taehyung interested, patting Jimin on the head. His soulmate asleep and breathing through his mouth due to how exhausted he is.

Jungkook pouts and tilts his head. Yes there is a big difference, he seems to have a blue filter every time he looks out the window. The snow in its most imperceptible shades, almost forms rainbows everywhere, but being such dense water, it doesn't achieve the prism effect in its entirety.

"It's prettier. Not simply flat gray, black and white," Jungkook replies and Taehyung gives a "jummhh..." gasp. "I don't know how to explain it to you though. I don't have a clear way to do it."

"Is it a Snow filter?"

"No."

"From Instagram."

"I don't remember any like that." Jungkook admits wrinkling his eyebrows and Taehyung pouts.

"You're not helping distract me. I'm going to sleep." he grumbles settling in to be next to Jimin and in the same state. Jungkook opens and closes his mouth, slightly startled by the sudden attack.

He settles down to sleep as well. They have nothing to do: there is food, the clothes they carry are good enough, they can't move without killing Hongjoong in pain and also because it might attract attention. In essence, they are stranded for a week waiting for it to end and have something to occupy their minds.

Jungkook lies down, hugging the pair, with the problem being that Taehyung is crushed by so much force. Frankly, it scares him that Jungkook is so strong. It's a change out of nowhere. He didn't realize it, but he even bent the RV table a bit. He had an injection of super strength or something.

And those newly acquired powers are going to knock Taehyung out of breath in a few seconds if he keeps it up.

"I'm not sure if it's boredom's fault" Hoseok starts to say, looking at the cards in his hand and thinking about which one to put down. Yoongi gives a slight yawn, "But I'm more eager to fuck you than ever. You look so cute. You look so bored and bloated."

"I think that happens to you whether we're bored or not" Yoongi replies. Hoseok laughs and lays one of the cards from his hand on the table. "I don't plan to do it with anyone but us here." He warns, with the cards down and his gaze on Hoseok: narrowed eyes, pursed lips and the suspicion that rather than a loose comment, it's a sign that he would do something at the slightest opportunity.

Hoseok pouts. By default they must have Hongjoong, which translates to a don't touch me from Yoongi. I'd say it's disappointing except that it's also quite disrespectful to do something like that. He feels bad, he doesn't know if at that precise moment Hongjoong will wake up and find them in the middle of the act. Even if he won't be able to see anything or distinguish it.

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