dreamer ✵ jhsxbts

seventeen.

"because?" hoseok questioned.

"i gotta be real with you seokie, there's not an actual reason,"

"there's not?"

"nope,"

"and here i thought i was gonna get some good old backstory to your life and how you ran away from home or something,"

"it's not important, what is important is the fbi that are constantly trying to find you,"

"oh i forgot about them," hoseok laughed.

jin sighed, "let's go to hyungs,"

"sure,"

hoseok and jin left the kitchen to find jin's mates. they walked though the halls, eventually going into a room that hoseok hadn't been into yet.

"hyungs, we need to talk," jin said when he opened the door

jimin gasped, "oh, about making hoseok our mate? yeah we were just thinking about that too,"

"no, no, what about the whole situation with the fbi people?"

"ah, that was next on my list," yoongi sighed, writing something down on a piece of discarded paper, "i had totally forgot about them,"

"we gotta find out what they want from him," namjoon said, "they might be planning to hurt our little baby,"

namjoon walked over to the door and pulled hoseok in since he was standing outside. he then closed the door and motioned for hoseok to sit down on the small couch in the corner of the room.

"should we send a message to them?" taehyung wondered.

"hey! just let me work it out, you all know nothing about technology. you could lead them right to us," the tech whiz jungkook said, pushing yoongi away form the computer.

"rude," yoongi muttered.

jungkook started typing stuff on the computer, words that hoseok didn't even know existed, "should i call the president of south korea or the top fbi agent?"

"call the president for the laughs then the fbi agent," jimin sniggered.

"sure," jungkook compiled, "give me five minutes to hack the phone number details so they won't track us,"

namjoon sat down next to hoseok, swinging his arm around the youngers shoulders, "you'd seem nervous,"

"what gave you that idea? i'm not at all," hoseok said quickly with a fake laugh.

"what's our baby so nervous about?" jimin asked.

"he says he isn't, maybe it's just the fact the fbi are after him," yoongi sighed.

"shut up i can't concentrate," jungkook shushed everyone.

the rest of the five minutes were silent, no matter how much of a bunny jungkook looked, he still became very angry if he was disturbed.

"okay we're good to go," jungkook clasped his hands together, smiling triumphantly.

"right let's get this show on the road,"

jungkook pressed the call button. hoseok gasped when he released that instead of a call they were going to face time the president.

"you do realise that your facetiming him instead of calling him?" hoseok asked with a snigger.

"we are?- oh crap!" jungkook gasped quickly ending the facetime and replacing it with a call.

"i thought you were suppose to be good at technology?!" jimin laughed as yoongi scolded him.

"whatever, we have to be on call for less than 1 minute other wise they could track us," jungkook explained, "one that thing at the top that tells you how long we've been calling for goes to one minute we have to end as soon as possible,"

"okay,"

the president finally answered and jungkook got straight to asking the president what he wanted from hoseok.

"ah jungkook?" the president laughed.

"let me ask you again, what do your wang from hoseok?"

"well there's a lot of things,"

"and what's that supposed to mean?"

"don't stress yourself jungkook. it's nothing bad i can assure you,"

"well obviously it is since the whole fbi is after my mate,"

"your mate?" the president sounded surprised, "that's new,"

"it was only decided a few minutes ago,"

"of course it was," the present laughed.

"can't you just answer the question?" jungkook sighed in fustration.

"what we want hoseok for?" the president asked.

"yes,"

"ah, hoseok blood can help end the apocalypse,"

"my blood?" hoseok gasped.

"yes, your blood hoseok," the president confirmed, "now i advise you to hand him over and we call all be ridden of this curse,"

"i mean that sounds like a plausible answer for us to give him over," yoongi muttered

jin smacked them leader on the back, "did you really just say that hyung?"

"it's a good idea," namjoon spoke up, "think about it, we could be normal again. one drop of hoseoks blood can cure the world. it's unfair of us to stop people from being cured. noting will happen to hoseok either, right?"

"yes, i can assure you, nothing will happen to hoseok. you can al come if you'd like,"

jimin rubbed his forehead, "i hate to admit but this sounds like a trap,"

"i know, but what choice do we have?"

"huh?"

"this call has been going on for over 5 minutes now," jungkook pulled a funny face, "they've already found our location,"

"fifty bucks their on their way now," taehyung raise his hand.

"deal," jin laughed.

"you all are acting like there's not over 100 fbi agents on their way to us right now," hoseok interuped.

"if you think about, like if this is a lie or something, at least this will be a cool way of being killed," yoongi laughed.

"you really don't know how to bring up a mood do you yoongi?" jimin sniggered.

"i'm still here," the presidents voice echoed though the room.

"ah right, i forgot about you,"

"the fbi will be at yours in ten minutes," the president explained, "if you come peacefully, you will not be shot in the chest,"

"sure prez, see you later,"

"goodbye taehyung," the president said surprisingly letting out a laugh.

the call ended.

"sorry hoseok," yoongi said, focusing his attention the boy in front of him, "we didn't really ask you how you felt about this situation,"

"i get to save the world. why would i disagree?"

"true dat," taehyung muttered.

"i'm going to ban you from
going on twitter in a minute,"

"sorry,"

"anyway," jimin changed the subject, "i hear the fbi banging our front door open,"

"woah this is exiting," hoseok giggled.

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