Insanity (TAEKOOK)✔️

Chapter Eight

- Kim Taehyung -

    "Why does the ground have to be so hard?" Jeongguk whines, dragging his feet.   He's strong, but it's clear the past few days have been hard on him physically.   We've done so much running and walking, I think we're all pretty tired, so it's understandable.  His whining is still annoying, though.

    "The ground?   Forget about the ground.  The sun is hotter than hell today and we've been walking for hours.  Since when is it this sunny in Korea?"   Yoongi complains, pouting and leaning into Hoseok's side.  Hobi chuckles and gives his hand a quick squeeze before nudging him away and reaching for a water bottle.

    Seokjin glances around the group, giving us all a pitiful look.  "Look, guys, I know this sucks ass, but if we stop moving, they'll catch up to us.  It's bad enough that we don't know just how close they are to us right now.    They could be five miles away or five minutes away.  We'll stop eventually, but for now, just stay focused and moving forward."  He gleams, proud of his speech.

    It doesn't take long for the pride to leave his face, however, as his face drops when he looks behind us again.  I follow his gaze, which leads me to a pretty awful sight.

    Out in the distance, following us from about a mile away, is a black SUV, seemingly trying to make out a comfortable following distance.

    "It appears that we're being followed, Namjoon-hyung."   I say, causing him to jerk his head around sharply.   He scans the barren field that we've found ourselves in, but it doesn't take long for him to make out what we can now identify as -two- black SUVs, getting slowly closer.    His eyes open wide and he lets out a surprised gasp, almost in disappointment, which is similar to how I feel.  Two days of trying to evade them and yet, they're right behind us?  If they keep pushing it, we might be too tired to keep running, and that scares me more than almost anything.  Almost.  

    "Alright, um...?"   He begins to speak, but poor Joonie is too tired to play confident leader, as he seems to be at a loss for words.  Good thing I'm here.

    "Yoongi-hyung, do you have matches?" I ask.  Yoongi digs in his pocket and grins, pulling out a brand new box of his favorite toy.  Hoseok and Jin groan simultaneously.

    "Do we have to do this again?! Here?! Do we even have fire fuel? All the grass is green!"  Seokjin says, silently begging me to find some other way to evade them.  Not today, Seokjinnie.  If I have to run for my life for days on end, might as well have fun with it. 

    "I have fuel, hyungs!" I hear Jimin say excitedly.  He's busy tearing apart a book he got out of his backpack, although he's unsuccessful at hiding his shaking hands, clearly afraid.  He steps over closer to Yoongi, holding the paper out in front of Yoongi. 

    "Ahhhh, Jimin, perfect." Yoongi praises, reaching out to grab the torn-up paper.

    "Did you really have to do that?" I hear from a panicked Namjoon, finally pulled out of his daze by what is, in his mind, the unforgivable crime of destroying an innocent book.  Jimin looks at him with a guilty expression, hurt that his helpfulness was rejected.   I reach out and pull him close to me while Seokjin moves over to his boyfriend. 

    "Shh, babe." Jin speaks softly, calmly, seeming to understand to severity of a situation where Joon is too exhausted to contribute.  He grabs Namjoon around the waist, gently pulling him forward.  "Jiminie did good, we have to make sacrifices sometimes."  Joon rests his head on Jin's shoulder, almost relaxing.   Seokjin looks back at us, checking on Jimin before looking over to Yoongi.