𝟟𝟚 ℍ𝕆𝕌ℝ𝕊 𝔸𝔾𝕆The conversation at the hospital ended in Namjoon getting a black eye, thanks to Jin. The rest of them were not speaking to each other.
They all sat on opposite ends of the waiting room when a military officer walked in and politely requested that they follow him.
'Has that rich bastard decided to sell us out too?', Taehyung asked in an annoyed tone.
They all had no choice but to follow when Namjoon just silently got up and followed the man.
They ignored the curious stares from the survivors in the hospital.
They had been fully expecting to see police cars outside but were shocked when they saw a sleek black limo parked outside.
The military man lowered his hat and revealed himself to be Mr Smith. He didn't bother to hide the disappointment that he felt when he saw them fighting.
They all got into the car with confused expressions.
As soon as Namjoon sat down he began laughing hysterically.
'You.should.have.see.the.looks.on.your.faces', He paused to catch his breath after each word.
Mr Smith handed him a bottle of sparkling water and a bag of ice for his throbbing eye.
'What the young man is trying to say is that what happened at the hospital was just a huge misunderstanding.'
'What?', they all asked in unison.
'Jimin and Namjoon had it all planned out so that the military believed that he willingly betrayed you', he explained.
Namjoon took a sip of the water and grimaced. The butler noticed and exchanged it for regular water.
'Jimin only agreed to become President so he can put an end to this all'.
Taehyung raised his hand.
'But I never saw you talking to Zero so how did she know?'
Namjoon smiled slightly before groaning because any facial expression he made resulted in sharp pangs of pain. He vowed to never get on Jin's bad side.
'She is a mutant who can hear through walls, the choice of being captured was up to her'.
They all turned to Mr Smith.
'Where are you taking us?'
'To the Park family vacation estate not far from here, everything will be explained to you there, he reassured.
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'Can you guys excuse us, I want to talk to Namjoon', Jimin asked.
All their heads turned to him. No one made a move to leave.
'Privately'.
They all finally got the hint and scurried out of the room, probably to eat more sandwiches.
'Anyone who gets sick from overeating will get no money', he told Mr Smith as they walked out.
Jimin turned his head to look at Namjoon.
'You have a very hard decision to make don't you?',
Namjoon pointed out.
Jimin knew he had to choose between the frying pan and the fire. Either to let another President rule and potentially repeat the cycle or take the position of power he hates and put an end to the cycle. The former would end in a lifetime of regret for him while the latter would put him in the very position he had spent a lifetime avoiding.
'That's the understatement of the year'.
Namjoon chuckled lightly.
'The decision is yours to make but I will tell you one thing, a bullet through the heart and head will take them three hours to heal'.
Jimin nodded at the implication.
'Jimin', Namjoon called out.
'I'm sorry, no one understands the position you're in better than I do and for that I apologise'.
Jimin nodded. It wasn't often that he got such a sincere apology.
'I'm sorry too'.
They exchanged a firm handshake before Jimin walked out the door.
The apology conveyed many things. He was sorry that they had to suffer just because of where they came from. He was sorry for all the pain they endured at the hands of the people of his status. He was sorry for being a bystander who did nothing to help and that it took a whole zombie apocalypse and bizarre kidnapping for him to see the flaws.
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