"Jeonghan."
My eyes flutter open to the sound of Seungcheol's voice. He stands above me, his clothes on, his hair damp, and freshly showered. Glancing up, I see my backpack already zipped and sitting at the foot of the bed.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
I turn my head toward the window, seeing the sun beginning to set.
Must be time to go.
He shakes his head. "Nothing's wrong, Jeonghan. It's starting to get dark out. If you need to shower or whatever, do that now. We'll leave in about an hour."
I nod, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my hand. I can hear the movement of everybody getting up and gathering their things. Time to move it.
Time to run.
Again.
I twist the towel around my hair as I walk down the stairs. Everyone is sitting around the TV in the living room, watching the national news.
Which, of course, is focused on us. As always.
A newscaster is in front of the jail in Hellcrest Heights, tape surrounding the entire exterior. FBI, police, SWAT, and even the damn bomb squad is out front.
"This is Kelly Halloway from USA News, coming to you from Hellcrest Heights in Maine. We officially have a manhunt on our hands. Local and national authorities are teaming up to search the East Coast. Borders are closed and barriers are being set up as we search for fugitives Choi Seungcheol and Yoon Jeonghan. They are believed to be with Lee Seokmin, Joshua Hong, Lee Jihoon, and Kwon Soonyoung. If anyone has any information on any of these individuals, it is urged to please call the local police department or the FBI hotline on the number at the bottom of the screen. They were last seen in a black Ford F-150 but could be traveling on foot or in another vehicle. These individuals are dangerous and should not be approached in any form. Please stay indoors, be on the lookout, and contact us if you have any information."
Recent pictures of all of us show up on the screen, and I cringe, hating that it's a picture of me in a suit from one of my father's events.
Soonyoung raises his arm, turning off the television. He sets the remote down on the coffee table in front of him before turning to us. "Well, we're maybe essentially fucked."
"We're not fucked," Seungcheol says from beside me.
"So, what's the plan?" Seokmin says from the front of the room. He's ready to go, his coat on, hood over his head.
His eyes are narrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Seungcheol steps away from me, turning toward the kitchen. We all turn around to face him, watching as he steps behind the counter. He opens drawer after drawer until he finds whatever he's looking for. He pulls out a pen and old takeout menu, turning it over.
"Come here," he says, his fingers pressed around the pen. We all circle around him, watching him with confused eyes.
"This is us," he says, drawing an X, "and this..." He draws a large rectangle. "Is Canada." He starts scribbling lines and X's and dots. "If we travel northeast, away from the highway and through the forests, we'll hit the border tonight. We need to skirt around the big cities and go unnoticed through the small towns. If we leave now, it shouldn't take us more than ten hours to reach the border. We could get there before the sun comes up."
Soonyoung narrows his eyes, leaning down to look at the haphazard map Seungcheol has constructed. He points to the middle. "There's always shit going down near the highway here. State patrol, police from all cities always hiding in the brush. We'll have to be careful. They might even have the highway blocked."
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