Namjoon opens his eyes and does not contain his yawn. He stirs in his seat and looks to the right. In the seats next to him, his six partners sound asleep. Hoseok with Yoongi snuggled against his chest, Taehyung and Jin pressed against each other, Jimin sitting on Jungkook and him holding the dancer tightly. Namjoon stretches his lips and lifts the window cover.
Nothing.
Just clouds and the wing of the plane.
He yawns again and slides a little in his seat. He doesn't know how long they've been in the air, how much longer they'll be in the air. What isn't is that they'll finally get to a place they can call "shelter. "After all that searching, they're finally going to go there.
They had the announcement from all the representatives: they would be transported to Norway, the shelter that is only months old and they are good candidates for the most part. Medical care of all kinds, it is also a key site for blood donation to get the necessary vaccines to immunize the whole planet. Or as much as possible.
They would all be together and one of the more specific qualities, is that ATEEZ would be relocated to there at the same time. So they would all be together in a day or two. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, determined to get another long sleep. Why not? He needs to rest.
To enjoy this brief moment where he feels more human than he has in a long time. Tucked into a normal plane, in normal seats, with the normal smell of an airplane. No freighter. No riding in the back strapped into seats or belts because you might fall out.
You don't feel like cattle.
It feels... human.
It's the first vestige of humanity in too long.
You have to enjoy it for as long as it lasts. Especially considering how weird his interview was. As far as he knows, his and Jimin's were the most essential to the entire group.
So much so that they seem to have opened up another entry they didn't know existed.
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CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION - RESTRICTED ACCESS
PROJECT: SANCTUARY
Subject: Kim Nam-Joon
Blood: Purple
Role: Informant, donor
Priority: High
Contact: -
Status: -
Age: 31
Transfer: -
"How many people has he killed?"
"I don't know." Namjoon replies simply and Vanya squints her eyes.
"How many do you remember?"
"Four."
"Any particular reason?"
Namjoon gives a snort, smirking and even mocking about it, as if it causes him amusement and pleasure at the same time to think about it.
"I wanted to kill them and make them suffer in the process."
"Were they anything relevant?" he asks quietly, intimidated by whatever might be crossing his mind about it. He's always so good at talking, even when lapsing into annoyance.
This part of what personality scares her.
"Two were military. One was an ex-convict, better said, a pimp" Namjoon clarifies without erasing that very murky expression. "And the last one, I don't know what he was. Maybe a good-for-nothing who liked to ruin lives. I was happy to kill him."
"I need you to be more specific."
Namjoon averts his gaze to the side, not erasing the smile and keeping his fingers interlocked, his elbows on his armrests.
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Sempiternal: • A.L.I.V.(d)E(ad)? • || BOOK 7#
FanfictionThey escaped. They really escaped and yet, they keep asking themselves: Why? "We are alive... we really are alive, but does it feel like it? We are seven fallen, broken, contaminated savages. Maybe the secret, is that we're alive on the outside and...
