"Okay, Okay hush and eat you two. We're trying not to get killed tonight."
Felix finally gets us to shut up.
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Everyone eats quickly, we finish at about 6AM, the sun is just rising. I don't know the time for sure because all the clocks are stuck at the same time. Apparently it's always 5AM? Thanks to I.N I was able to have an actual working clock in my room. He was always the workers favorite, I can't blame them, he always boosted my mood. I would've gone crazy without him. I would've loved to see the look on the workers' face when they found out he blew the joint. Priceless I'm sure.
We used to have late night talks about what our dream profession was. His was to work at a foster care so he could give kids the opportunity he never had, he wanted to give them a place to stay when there was nowhere, give them a path to follow when they where lost, he wanted them to feel like they had a home around him. He had such an amazing heart. He wanted to show some young soul that they have a second chance, that someone is out there to love them. I almost start to cry just thinking about that night he opened up to me about that, I remember the passion on his face, the caring hue. My dream profession was, still is, to be a writer or musician. I know I sound kinda stupid but, I want to show someone that even in your darkest times you have someone, something. Whether it's some words on a page, the lyrics of a song, or just knowing someone out there understands you. That's what I want to give to someone. Hope.
Before I can continue my train of thought Minho notices me zoning out.
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"Hey! Y/N? You here?"
He waves his hand in front of my face, grabbing my attention.
"Oh, huh? Sorry."
"Man, you where really zoned out huh?"
He cocks me an eyebrow
"Yeah, I was just thinking. Uhh, hey? Minho."
He's probably going to clown me for asking him this.
"Hmm?"
He's laid on his back, a smile dancing on his face.
"What's your dream profession? You know like what you want to do when we get out of here."
I kind of regret asking. I sound like a 5 year old again.
"I haven't really given it much thought. I guess I'd want to be a dancer, I'm not very good with using my words to portray my feelings and emotions so, I use actions. That's exactly what dancing is to me. A way to show my emotions and feeling trough action. You may not know this but you can show so much emotion from just a movement. So that what I want to do."
He sits up, his face shows he is really passionate about his answer. I have to say I agree. He's an amazing dancer.
"What about you Felix? What's your dream job?"
Minho ask curiously.
"Maybe like a coffee shop worker? Or just any job that allows me to comfortably communicate with others. There's so much you can change about a person's life with a small conversation. Even just a 'hi how are you?' can help someone so much."
Wow. I did not expect that.
"I guess we all have something in common then. We all want a job that allows us to help or reach out to people in need."
"How about you? Y/N what's your dream job?"
Minho ask in return.
"A writer or musician. I want to help people trough lyrics or books. I want to give someone hope trough my words."
Felix holds out his hand after my statement.
"Well let's make a little cheer, aye? On the count of three we go 'hope' okay?"
Minho and I both put our hands in as our answer.
"One. Two. Tree. HOPE!"
We try to stay somewhat quiet, not to get caught.
"Okay, we should really get going. The others are probably starting to get worried."
Felix lends me a hand to help me up.
"You're right we should get a move on."
I help Minho up. Then we're off on our what seems ever lasting, journey.
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We're close according to Felix. My bet's on his word, always has been. We go trough approximately 3 hallways, no problem. We come to another door, Felix doesn't go any further.
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"What is it Fee?"
"You guys ready. When I open this door. Run. Run as fast as you can, don't stop until you reach the stack of tires. Got it?"
Me and Minho nod.
"Ready."
Minho answers for both me and him.
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Felix turns the handle on the heavy metal door. Open. The alarm, that very familiar alarm, blast trough out the whole dreadful place. Every thing seems to move in slow motion, Felix and Minho's focused yet panicked faces. All our legs moving at top speed, literally running for our lives. We all take off running, not slowing down. My legs ache, the cuts stretch, damn that window. I can feel my skin start to break. None of the pain matters right now, none of the blood on my legs affects me. Run. That's all I do, my mind completely focused on the tire stack in front of me. I see the door open, it's Jisung. Guess he's door keeper, he looks different as well, his hair is orange. I see Felix's faded orange hair and Minho's light brown hair out of the corner of my eye. It's extremely relieving to see that they're both still by my side, still okay.
We run right into the hide out.
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"You guys are a mess! Oh... Y/N!"
Jisung's face shows pure terror.
"What?... oh yeah, it's from the first time I tried to escape. I'm okay."
"Come on Y/N, lets get your legs bandaged up. We can't risk that getting an infection."
Minho picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
"Hey! Just cause I'm hurt doesn't give you the right to pick me up! Let me down!"
"Nope. You don't need to walk when your legs are pouring out blood."
He's right, and stubborn.
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He takes me to the med kit, he disinfects the cuts, bandage them, and gives me clean clothes.
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"So, we all have our own part of the room. But we're out of space so pick who you wanna share with."
Minho gestures to all the foldable beds.
A/N- I like this chapter! I'll include Jeongin a lot more in the next one so look forward to that! As always hope you enjoyed!
~yutouchingmysausage 🌵🌵
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FanfictionY/N's mom put her into the District when she was only 3 weeks old, being raised by Rachel til she was three. It starts out all nice with food on your tray and a soft bed, it surly doesn't stay that way. She was quick to make friends, til they weren'...
