Zombie Tingz - BTS OT7

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"Fortunately, there isn't any harsh damage besides the exterior." Namjoon explains to the others while standing in Jeongguk's doorway, watching Hoseok inspect the police cruiser.

"Good, that's good." Jiwoo says, Seokjin nodding along with her. "Hoseok learned a bit about cars from our uncle. I'm glad he took int the information so well."

"He's amazing," Jeongguk mumbles, watching with tinted cheeks as Hoseok closes the lid to the front of the car and wipes his hands on his pants. He ran a hand through his sweat slicked hair, exposing his forehead and eyebrows.

"Keys!" Hoseok suddenly asks and Namjoon tosses him the key to the cruiser. This also brings Jeongguk out of his gaydream.

The car starts up after a few tries. Hoseok then backs out of the driveway and drives down the street to give a quick test.

They stay in the doorway until Hoseok comes back. He's grinning as he jumps out the car, approaching them. "The only thing wrong is the alignment of the steering wheel, but if I drive us, I can get us there safely."

"Wait- get us where?"Jin pipes up and Namjoon sucks his teeth. "Ah, i forgot to tell you guys."

Jeongguk bites his lip, lookingup at Namjoon. "W-what is it...hyung?" He still felt a bit weird next to him. After what happened earlier, how could he not be embarrassed and uncomfortable? He's glad that Namjoon handled it respectfully and told him it's okay instead of teasing him.

"The was an announcement on the radio saying there are safe camps on the outskirts of Seoul. They're accepting all uninfected survivors."

Jiwoo gasps, "finally! I thought this dunbass government would forget about us and drop a big bomb to wipe us out or something."

Seokjin snorts at that, stepping back inside. "Well...what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Yeah. And the announcer said there will be food, supplies, and shelter. He even mentioned a payment for those who happened to lose their jobs, families and who know any information about the spread of the disease."

Hoseok grins, "Jiwoo, me and Taehyung have a theory about the spread of it." He says excitedly. "He said the payment could be up to a million dollars-"

"But hyung-" Taehyung cuts him off. The group jumps, surprised that he was even there. "Our...backgrounds aren't the nicest. Remember where we worked at?"

The trap. That's right.

[Vocabulary Unlocked: The trap/trap house: a place where drugs are made or sold. They are usually located in the 'hood' or 'ghetto.' Other crimes may happen there as well]

How could they explain that the disease might have came from drugs without being connected to it? Surely, there'd be an extended investigation.

"I..." Hoseok is rendered speechless. This was a hard decision. Money in exchange for possibly a lifetime in jail or let the cause go and risk the cure never being found and thousands of lives lost?

"We can think about this one the way there. It'll take about three hours to get to Seoul anyway, right?" Seokjin says, walking back to the kitchen where he had water boiling to make ramen.

"Jimin? How are you?" He asks as he sees the smaller boy sitting at the table in the kitchen.

"I-I'm fine." He mumbles quietly while playing with his hands. "The news was only earlier. They have a place we can stay."

"We know. I think we're planning to leave soon, actually."

Jimin hums. It's silence for a few minutes. Jimin listens to the sounds of Seokjin making the ramen.