We might die

Chapter 13

Half an hour later, Jimin is clothed in a nice, dry outfit, satisfyingly well-fed, and completely educated in the subject matter of Namjoon's island escapades and collar-deactivating expertise.

"So let me get this straight," he says, head on Taehyung's thigh as Seokjin finishes his last powerpoint slide with flourish. "Namjoon-hyung wants us to pretend-die, get the collars off, then wait till a boat comes to pick up our bodies, then steal the boat, then drive past the border and seek asylum in another country."

"Very correct." Seokjin grins approvingly. "Luckily Jungkookie here had seen one of those boats docking on day one, because he smashed a camera with his frying pan, so we know exactly where the boat will dock and exactly where we should wait to ambush them."

"Mmhmm," Jimin muses. "I finally get it now. But Namjoon-hyung's plan... We're not going to follow it, right?"

A serene smile spreads across Seokjin's face. "That's right, Jimin-ah. Of course we're not going to follow Joon's plan."

"Once the soldiers can't find our bodies and realize that we're not dead, Namjoon's gonna be in deep shit. He's not planning on going home alive, that brave, stupid asshole," Yoongi mutters.

"Yoongi, language!" Seokjin exclaims in faux horror. "Jungkook is still a fetus!"

Jungkook pops his head into the room from where he had been practicing using twin machetes. He flexes his muscles, which look very impressive as he is not wearing clothes. "I'm not a fetus, hyung!"

"You were practically born yesterday," Seokjin says. The two begin to kick each other, Jungkook putting his machetes down first to avoid hurting his hyung.

"Anyway, Jiminie," Hoseok offers, "you're right about not following Namjoon's plan. Here's our new plan. We're going to wait till a boat comes to pick up our bodies, then steal the boat, then go get Namjoon, and then we drive past the border and seek asylum in another country."

Jimin giggles. "Sounds about right. So, what are we waiting for?"

"We're waiting for the Benedict eggs to finish cooking, obviously," Seokjin answers.

"We're what?"

"We'll need food on the boat ride, you know," Seokjin explains with a completely straight face. Jimin is horrified.

"But Namjoon-hyung needs our help—"

"I know, you think I'd choose Benedict eggs over Namjoon? The boat's not coming until tomorrow anyway. And we can't just go out like this, Jungkook's not wearing clothes." Seokjin pats Jimin on the head adoringly. "Don't stress, get some sleep."

So Jimin sighs contently and wriggles around in Taehyung's arms until he finds the perfect position, and sleeps.