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"There's one more thing."
I didn't want to hear it. I couldn't take anymore of the things he was telling me. He opened his mouth to speak when a fist pounded at the door.
Hoseok's eyes widened, as he pointed to the balcony in a rushing motion.
"Open up!" A man yelled, pounding on the door.
"Just a second." Hoseok yelled out, his voice nearly cracking. I stepped onto the balcony, not really sure where to go after that. He moved his hand in a downwards motion, telling me to jump off. He must've drank this morning, because there's no way I'm jumping down there.
Hoseok jumped back as the man attempted to kick the door open.
"Uh, I-I'm Just putting my hair on." He slapped his forehead when he mixed up his words. "I meant my shirt."
"You have three seconds!" He warned.
Hoseok gave me a serious look, and I gave up. I guess I gotta jump whether I like it or not. He ran over to the door, casually opening it. A dozen men walked into the room, searching the whole place. The one who knocked at the door came forward, grabbing Hoseok's arms.
"You're under arrest for contributing to the spread of private facility information." The man blandly spoke as he cuffed Hoseok's hands.
"I didn't do anything." He defended himself, trying to move away.
"Sir, if you don't stand still, your punishment can and will be worsened." He warned again, pushing Hoseok out the door.
"Search every corner of this room." He ordered the other men. "And find the girl."
Hoseok's eyes narrowed. "W-what girl. There's no girl." He tried to argue, but the two men continued pushing him along.
"We know what crimes you've committed Mr Jung, I wouldn't say anymore since it will be held against you later on."
Hoseok kept silent, trying to be compliment as they walked him down the stairs. All eyes were on him as he glanced at the floor. He heard whispering and harsh slurs coming from the facility workers.
"What the hell is going on?" Yoongi walked out of the conference room and through the crowd of nosy people.
"This boy's under arrest for spreading private information from the facility government." The officer repeated.
"Just let me talk to him for one minute." Yoongi tried to negotiate.
"This isn't in the facilities hands sir. This is an order from the government them selves." He made clear.
Hoseok looked up from the floor, staring into the open emergency door. He looked around a couple times, before cupping his hands around his mouth.
"Jimin, help me!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. "Help, they're trying to kill me!" He exaggerated to get his attention faster.
One of the guards lifted his hand over Hoseok's mouth, holding him in a headlock as well. He let out a muffled scream as they dragged him towards the front. Film cameras and bystanders followed right after them, forming a giant crowd.
Yoongi sighed, pushing his hair back. He turned back around to have his eyes shoot open. "Jimin, sit down you idiot. You're injured."
"Where the hell is Hoseok?" He asked, moving his crutches forward.
"The government took him Jimin, what the hell does he know?" Yoongi whispered in Jimins ear, trying not to gain others attention.
"He knows a lot." Jimin attempted to scratch his head without falling.
"Did you tell him?" Yoongi asked, slightly frowning.
"Of course I told him." Jimin admitted quickly. That was the best thing about him. He told people what they needed to know, with absolutely no shame.
"Jimin, what the hell are we gonna do with you." Yoongi sighed, watching the chaos fold out right in front of him.
"He'll have a trial, right?" Jimin asked.
"I hope so." Yoongi crossed his arms. "They might throw him in jail for a couple days beforehand."
"W-
"Is there anything you can tell us about the arrest of Jung Hoseok?" A reporter cut Jimin's words, pushing a microphone to their faces. The press here was personally chosen by the government themselves, just like what was projected on television was specifically narrowed down by the government. It wasn't like anyone could do this for a living.
"Get the camera out of my fucking face." Jimin yelled, warning the man once. Yoongi gave the man a look, letting him know he wasn't bluffing.
"There's nothing I can do." Yoongi patted him on the back. "But there is something you can do."
Jimin waited, letting his brows hang low. His glare postponed Yoongi from speaking, afraid of his reaction.
"They're after your girlfriend too."
Jimin pushed his tongue in his cheek. "Who the fuck said that?"
"The damn government, Jimin. You can't fight them." Yoongi tried to explain to him.
"I'll do it if I have to." He handed his crutches to Yoongi, attempting to limp forward.
"You need your crutches Jimin." Yoongi insisted, turning into a father figure.
"No I don't." He muttered, taking a step forward.
"Jimin watch out!" Yoongi tried to warn him ahead of time, but he just pressed his teeth together when he saw him stumble over.
"Jimin, get off of her." He yelled, concerned for the girl he was sitting on.
"Oh shit." He looked down and realized what he tripped over. "Sorry."
He pulled himself up, grabbing her hand to pull her up as well. She straightened her glasses, while nervously blushing.
"T-Thank you." She stood on her tiptoes, quickly pressing her lips on his cheek. He lowered his brows as she ran away.
"What just fucking happened?" He slowly looked over at Yoongi, who was just as confused.
"She's new here." Yoongi explained, still traumatized. "People say she's kind of weird, but now I know why."
Jimin brought his hand to his cheek, wiping what ever he thought was still there. He grabbed his crutches from Yoongi, and went over to the garden door. "If you see her, tell me."
"Sure." Yoongi nodded, going over to the crowd of people ready to ask him questions.
"Tell us Yoongi, how do you feel about being backstabbed by a facility member himself?" The man pushed the microphone to him.
"No comment." Yoongi muttered, continuing to walk side by side the cameras.
"What do you expect will happen with Jimin and his fiancé in the next couple months?" A woman asked.
Yoongi licked his lips, leaning closer to the microphone. "They'll be happily married."
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I let my eyes slowly blink open, as I glanced at my surroundings. Somehow, I ended up behind a bush for an hour. I never found out what happened to Hoseok or where they took him.
My knees stung as I rose from the ground, brushing off the spiky thorns. I rubbed my head, from when I fell two floors.
I wasn't exactly sure whether or not I should go inside or stay hidden. Hoseok told me to stay unseen, but then again, when do I listen to what anyone says?
I walked along the side of the facility, where the stone yard and garden met. It was peaceful out here, unlike the front of the facility which was always filled with people and guards. I closed my eyes as I slowly walked along the stones. The cool air brushed against my skin, making it feel like spring in the middle of October.
I continued to peacefully when I felt a hand cover my mouth. I let out a trapped scream, trying my best to move away from the person.
"El!-
I mistakingly threw my elbow back, jabbing him in his crotch, before hearing the voice. He dropped to the floor groaning, while I covered my mouth.
"J-Jimin, what the hell is wrong with you?" I knelt down beside him, while he shut his eyes thought, grabbing his crotch as well.
"You scared me." I tried to justify myself, but I just felt even worse knowing he was already injured.
"You're a tough bitch." He mumbled from the floor.
I couldn't help but laugh, knowing that it would probably piss him off. Thankfully, all he did was continue to groan in pain. I moved his crutches to the side, rolling him over so he was on his back.
"Hey handsome." I joked, kissing his lips. I was still angry at him for before, but I had the type of personality to hide things until the time was right. He was injured and in pain, so bringing this up now wouldn't help at all.
"Help me up." He sighed, pushing his hand out. I tugged on his arm, surprised by how heavy he actually was. My hands became slippery as I was using all my strength to pull him up.
"Fuck it, I'll do it myself." He muttered, and I instinctively dropped him. My mouth parted as his back hit the floor.
"Shit, Jimin I'm sorry." I leaned towards him, but he put his hands out to stop me.
"Go away. You're gonna hurt me again." He hissed, lifting himself of the ground.
I waited till he was standing so I could explain this all to him. He was probably just as clueless as the next guy.
"I need to tell y-
"Later." He interrupted, entertaining his hand with mine. "I need to get you out of here first."
"W-why?" I asked, ready to protest if he said we would be leaving the facility again. "And don't you need your crutches?"
"Just because." He answered, walking slower than I was. "I'll explain later."
"Is it Hoseok?"
He stopped limping and quickly turned to face me. "How the hell do you know about that?"
"I was in the room when it happened." I elaborated for him. "I'm the one he was spreading the information to."
Jimin's mouth was slightly parted while I spoke. "Fucking shit." He tugged at his hair, suddenly kicking at a pile of branches.
"Calm down." I held him back, but he still seemed stressed.
"Why the fuck would he tell you that shit?" He yelled, becoming slightly red in the face. I placed my hands on both of his shoulders, lightly massaging him so he wouldn't be as tense.
"What did he tell you exactly?" He asked, still heated.
I wasn't going to tell him all of it. I promised myself that I'd talk to him about it when the time was right, and that time is definitely not now. He was already stressed out, and I didn't want to worsen it.
"Just things about Ceres." I excluded everything else he told me, and focused on one thing only.
"If they ask you, say you know nothing." He stressed, looking me right in the eyes.
"Okay." I agreed, locking my hands with his again. I followed him to the back side of the garden, where it was far less crowded since everyone was near the front of the facility.
"It should be empty near this side." Jimin whispered at the door. "We're going straight to the conference room, okay?"
"Got it." I gave him a thumbs up. "Are you sure you can walk?"
"Yeah." He affirmed. "Ready?"
"Ready." I repeated, and he pushed the door open.
"Shit."
We were surrounded by the press and people who had nothin better to do but see what all the commotion was. I looked at Jimin who tightened his grip on my hand. I felt him tug at my arm, while pulling me in between the crowd of people.
A man grabbed my other arm, trying to get my attention. I pulled away, stumbling into Jimin's back. He turned around, pushing through people until he was face to face with the older man.
"Don't put your fucking hands on her, you fucking bastard." He snapped, turning back to grab my hand. I kept my head low as he pulled me through the people and into the conference room. He locked the door behind him, and wiped the sweat off his face.
Yoongi was the only one present in the room. He took a sip out of the bottle, and placed it on the table. "How'd that go?"
"How did those bastards know we were at the garden door?" Jimin asked, clearly intrigued.
I started to remember what Hoseok told me. Jin wasn't on Jimin's side, and Shaw was still somewhere in the building.
"Someone's watching us."
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