Yoongi woke up to soft kisses on his forehead, an amazing feeling as he looked up at Hoseok with sleepy eyes.

"Good Morning, Sweetheart."

"Morning, Seok..."

Hoseok smiled, letting Yoongi fully sit up and look out the window.

Taehyung was now driving and Jin was passed out in the passengers seat.

"He drove most of the night." Hoseok explained, running his fingers through Yoongi's hair.

Yoongi hummed, leaning against Hoseok.

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"Seokseokseokseokseokimbored."

"Yoongi.  Say that again."

"Seok, I'm bored."

"Better."

Yoongi giggled, gaining a peck on the lips.

"Cute baby," Hoseok hummed, brushing Yoongi's hair away from his forehead and leaving a kiss there too, "My sweetheart."

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A week and a half.

That's what it took.

It could've been sooner but the group kept getting side tracked... and had to make sure they were on the right track before they ran out of gas and food money.

Yoongi and Hoseok had no boundaries apparently, either.  Going as far as having sex in one of the hotels the group stayed at, obvious by Yoongi's limp and clinginess to Hoseok the day after.

Which was the morning they finally arrived.

"MOVE," Jeongguk yelled, throwing himself out of the van and into the male who exited the house's arms.

Yoongi gave up doing the same when he couldn't even sit straight on his own.

Hoseok laughed, getting out of the van and picking Yoongi up, simply carrying him.

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"Joon," Yoongi sighed, now comfortable after his old friend provided him pain killers for his soreness, as the group surrounded the male that had lived despite his prediction, "your tattoo?"

Namjoon only smiled, showing the smear of black ink.

Yoongi hummed, then getting up and hugging Namjoon, the taller male hugging back, "Nice to see you again, Joon.  Sorry I didn't keep in contact."

Namjoon shushed him, letting go of the hug to let Yoongi waddle back to Hoseok and sit in his lap.

"Now my theory," Yoongi looked over to Jeongguk when the younger cleared his throat, correcting himself, "Our. Our theory is that the tattoo is somehow sealing fate.  Namjoon ruined the tattoo and he's still here."

None of them heard the wind outside getting worse the longer they talked, nor did they hear a pipe burst.

Jimin leaned into Jeongguk, before hissing softly and sitting up scratching his tattooed wrist looking at the group at Hoseok kissed Yoongi's tattooed wrist that was bugging him.

Something was wrong, but Jimin didn't know what.

A/N Look.  I love this book but the ending will be soon and rushed because I don't know how to lead up to the end and I lack motivation to do so.  I'm really sorry...