Mrs. Sodol || KNJ✅

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- Soyeon's POV -

Namjoon and I jolted away when we felt our boat bumped onto shore. The sun was rising and there was no one to witness our arrival on the beach. I was weak. It's been two days since my last meal and two days since I almost drowned.

There is about a week worth of food on the emergency boat, no water, and only one blanket that Namjoon refused to take from me. He jumped over the boat and onto the sand. I tried to follow but ended up stumbling over; weak. Namjoon rushed back on the boat and helped me up and off.

Namjoon: Are you okay?

Me: I'm so thirsty.

Namjoon: It's ok. I'm going to get us some water.

Me: Where do you think we are?

Namjoon: No idea.

Me: We...We can't be in Korea by now.

Namjoon: You're right. There's no way. Hey, come, stay close to me.

Weakly, we made our way up the burning hot sand of the beach and found ourselves on a boardwalk that was also deserted. We figured if we followed it down, we'd end up in civilization. Even while walking into town, barely alive, Namjoon was praising me for hanging onto him without melting down or falling further apart.

The first atm we crossed paths with, Namjoon pulled us to it. He pulled the max amount of money the machine would allow, breaking it into twenties and tens and fifties. We then went to a vending machine for water and shamelessly chugged down our bottles within seconds.

Namjoon: Are you feeling better?

Me: A little.

Namjoon: We need a plan.

Me: No, we need to find out where we are.

Namjoon: Over here.

He pointed to a newspaper box that was behind us, towards the wood of the boardwalk. There was only one in there since it was the early morning and the box had yet to be refilled. "The Honolulu Advertiser."

Me: Hawaii?

Namjoon: Perfect. This is perfect.

Me: It is?

Namjoon: I have an apartment out here.

Me: Of course you do.

Namjoon: *laughing* You better be happy I do.

Me: How are we going to get there?

Namjoon: Get new phones and then call an uber.

Me: Do you really want to call an uber right now? YG just tried to kill us.

Namjoon: I'm strapped. We're good.

Me: How many do you have on you?

Namjoon: Two.

Me: ...why?

Namjoon: Why? Soyeon, you know better.

Me: Right...

Namjoon: Unless you feel safer walking?

Me: *scoffing* This is not the time for your passive aggressive jokes.

Namjoon: You know what, you're right. We need to focus on getting back to Sodol. But that starts with getting new phones. Get a map from there.

Our tracks left the boardwalk and off to the streets behind the beach front hotels. Restaurants, boutiques, and all the festivities that would've made for a cute vacation, all made me want to vomit. The streets were starting to become populated.

It was like that first time watching Eyes Wide Shut, and you felt like every character in the movie was a part of the masked cult. I'm Tom Cruise and everyone else around made me skeptical. Like the mask were replaced with "YG" tattoos that I couldn't see.

Like we planned, we got our new phones and ubered to Namjoon's deserted but still kept in good condition apartment. For his standards, it's pretty small. One bed, one bath, small kitchen and connecting living room. But it has a nice view of the beach side buildings.

Namjoon: We need to call Jin.

Me: *sitting* Wait. I need a second.

Namjoon: You good?

Me: Yeah. Just pass me my bottle.

Namjoon: Here.

He held me as I drank the last of my third bottle for today, crumbled and dropped it. I nodded at him when I was ready for Namjoon to dial Jin's number. The sound of the ringing made me anxious. What if they got to him too? If they found us out in Malibu they could get to Jin, right.

Jin: Who is this?

Namjoon: Jin. It's me.

Jin: New phone? Are you home already?

Namjoon: Not exactly.

Me: We got hit.

Jin: What? But...how?

Namjoon: We don't know. Did you tell anyone where we were going?

Jin: Just the boys and James.

Me: *whispering* That makes no sense.

Jin: Where are you guys? Are you ok?

Namjoon: We're fine for the most part. We're in Honolulu. I need you to send someone out for the yacht. It's deserted.

Jin: I'll get my dad to send a crew. He's having a meeting with us-

Namjoon: Meeting? Meeting with who? Who is us?

Jin: Joohyun and the guys at Elite. 

Namjoon: The guys? I don't recall putting Sung-Woo in charge of shit.

Jin: I don't know what to tell you.

Namjoon: What time is the meeting?

Jin: Nine-

Namjoon: Great. Bye.

He hung up before Jin or I could respond. He stood up, frustrated, running a hand in his hair while exhaling deeply and mumbling curses under his breath. He started pacing around the room and grabbed the phone again.

Me: Joon, you need to calm down.

Namjoon: I know. I'm getting there.

Me: Okay.

Namjoon: We need to get back. There is a flight leaving in two hours. We can make it.

Me: Right now?

Namjoon: We're not spending the night in Honolulu. You said it yourself, you have to keep moving.

Me: Can I have a second to wash up first?

Namjoon: I really, really wish I could give you that second, but we can't afford it.

He left the kitchen-living room area and went to the bedroom, pulling out two black hoodies for us. We hid our eyes under matching sunglasses and took an uber to the airport and very, very narrowly made the flight.

I don't know what unsettles me more. Doing all this running after the night on the boat, or going back into the lion's den in such a hurry. I took a deep breath and gathered the courage to take Namjoon's hand. He was patient with me, letting me get slowly comfortable with our connection until our fingers were locked.