The Apocalypse

Chapter 35

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"Annndd yea. So they're dating now. Please don't kill me," Namjoon concluded.

"I have no reason to kill you. Why would I? It's not like Jungkook and I were together or anything. We are just a group of people that share a common goal," I said in one hushed breath so that the two lovebirds don't  hear us.

Tch, her hand played with Jungkooks hair while she stared at the brown cockroachy mop on his head as if it was the fluffiest thing ever.

A missile could go off right next to her and I doubt she'd notice. I wish I had one to throw at her pretty little face, even a rock would suffice.

Some kind of "fan" she is.

Namjoon clears his throat, bringing my focus back to him.

"You're really overcomplicating things for yourself here Namjoon. I don't feel anything so I really am okay," I calmly said.

Namjoon just soundlessly sucked on his teeth and let me rant on for awhile about why I am okay.

"But (y/n)," he began in a much more worried tone once my rant ended "Taehyung told me about ...what that man did. Are you really okay?"

My face blanked, I could almost feel that slimy hand sliding all over me. Touching places where I didn't want to be touched and the pain. I grimaced, as if I could feel his grip on my arm again.

"Jin hyung said the man would shoot him and Tae if you didn't let him touch you or remove your clothes,"

My upperbody subconciously sunk lower, my ankles crossed over each other as I tried to make myself smaller. I didn't like this, I don't want to remember it.

When Jins hand offers me a reassuring pat on my back I nearly jump out of my skin.

Whats done is done, I'd rather forget about it.

"I'd rather not talk about it," I immedietly said, abit of a sharper edge in my voice. I opted to stare out the window.

I could hear and physically feel Namjoons sigh, guess he's not a big advocate on bottling up feelings either.

"If you wish but I just want to say thank you for saving them despite the conditions,"

I briefly turned to face him, mustering a smile "I did what anyone else would have,"

Then I returned to gazing at the world that passed by through the tinted window. The roads becoming more and more familiar along the way.

"Maybe even more," he mumbled before dropping the topic entirely.

-

It's dead in the middle of the night. Hoseok and Robert switched places awhile back so that Hoseok could rest.

I forced myself to stay awake, watching him from directly behind. I didn't trust this Robert guy, especially not if he's a relative of Ruth.

We seemed to be on the right path but drove at a snails pace. Even with the detour, we still seem a little ....behind schedule.

Then Robert stopped the car in the middle of the road.

I look around, Namjoon is passed out on Jins shoulder and Jin is snoring away while leaning on Namjoons head. Yoongi is statue-esque on an open-mouthed sleeping Taehyung that cuddled him. The girl slept all snuggled up on a sleeping Jungkooks chest. I couldn't see Hoseoks and Jimins faces but I could hear their snores.

I inched forwards on Jins lap.

"Robert?" No reply instead his hands gripped tighter onto the steering wheel.