Seoul: Become Human (BTS J-Hope X OC)

Ch. 18- Surprise Visit

Minjee's POV
I had been sitting around so much that I'd formed grooves in the seat of the couch. I became so lazy that there was a collection of cups and bottles and plates strewn across the coffee table. I used the t.v. so often that it let out an angry little hum every time I switched it off.

This lifestyle was less than healthy, but with J-Hope in Detroit (I couldn't forget to roll my eyes), dad running away from himself, mom recovering in the hospital, and Jintae stuck under the radar like some Korean spy, what was I supposed to do? I'd missed so much school that I doubted I could graduate anyway. What was the point in wasting my time going? I sighed, sinking deep down into the couch cushions. Where was he? J-Hope hadn't contacted me for a while now, and I could feel the worry starting to boil. Again. I shut my eyes, thinking up a way to distract myself. Food? No, I was gaining too much weight. Study? Oh, wait. No school anymore.

Tv?

I reached over and grabbed the remote hiding between the crack in the cushions, then clicked the t.v. on. Another riot. Figures. I was about to change the channel when I saw...

"J-hope?!" I sprung up, my eyes glued to the screen. I could barely see his small face through the pixels, but I knew my android. That was him. "W-w-w..." I stuttered, my brain struggling to form any rational thought. After I stood in a short awe-struck silence, a smile crept across my face. My android? Protesting? For rights?!

Amazing!!!

It didn't take long for the joy to take hold of me and make me into a crazy, spiraling, jumping mess. "Go J-Hooooope!!" I shouted, laughing.

I could hear them chanting under the helicopter blades of the news chopper: "WE ARE ALIVE! WE ARE ALIVE!"

"Yes, you are!!" I encouraged, still hopping in excited circles. Why didn't I let him go sooner? The image of my own little android standing for himself against such a colossal force made my heart want to explode out of pride. I squealed for him.

The sound of screeching of tires and police car sirens was enough to bring me back to earth. Watching the police dismount from their vehicles-- cars, helicopters, tanks-- was a splash of ice water to the face. The men stood directly in front the rioting robots, setting up shields and guns, prepared to take any measures necessary. My mouth ran dry.

I saw the android in the very front speak up. I wished more than anything to hear what he was saying, but he was too far, and not nearly loud enough to break past the noise of the helicopter. All I could make out were the authorities' threats to shoot if they didn't bring the riot to an end. My legs trembling underneath me, I crossed my fingers and prayed that J-Hope would give in to fear and retreat. Please, I begged, please.

Instead of hearing my plea, he didn't budge. In fact, I could've sworn he stood a little taller. Tears lined my eyes, "J-Hope, please..."

Shots were fired. "AAH!" I stumbled back in shock, raising my hands to cover my face. Lifeless bodies melted to the pavement, but Hope was still standing. He barely even jumped. "GET OUT OF THERE!" I shrieked at the screen in pure desperation. The police offered a final warning.

My lip quivered and my heart raced at a thousand miles an hour and my shaking hands couldn't keep still, but all I could do was stand there and watch as he stood stubborn in the middle of that street, glaring Death in the eyes. "J-Hope..." I breathed, my voice shattered by terror, in a last attempt to reach him. I didn't.

The officers sent a second round of bullets into the crowd and J-Hope, like a plastic doll, finally collapsed to the ground.

"J-HOPE!!!"

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