Okaii so it's been a while since I updated so I decided to bring you guys up to date uwu
I really don't know how to do this lmaoo but I'll try-
Sarah is dead and they are at Namjoon's place. Her funeral stuff is also over (it happened in a chapter whose name I cannot remember). Jin and Joan fought and made up just as quickly. Jungkook and Joan tried to swat Yoongi which ended with Yoongi throwing a plate at Joan. One member is a double agent who injected Joan with something a couple of chapters back (again, cannot remember the chapter name so if you're really curious you can pm me or type it out in the comments here). The boy who is the double agent has •brown hair •is tall •and is irritable
Cuz no one is interested in making theories and all that crap (which I love reading but like I said, everyone's just as lazy as I am so no biggie), let me sum it up for you- as of now Jin, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung have brown hair.
That's it ig lmaoo

Here's a picture of beautiful minho to brighten up your day and let's get on with chapter 24-

HE LAUGHS SO NICELY OMG
I'd probably look like a chortling goat or something-

Anygays

✪24✪

"They suspect me," Namjoon told me as we walked to the dining room. "They have been questioning Dad."

"Didn't they suspect you already? That's why they were at the party in the first place."

"I should have framed my sentence better. They know it is me now."

"And that doesn't bother you?"

Namjoon pulled out a chair for me at the table and shrugged. "I've been expecting it. It's not like they can hurt Dad, he has a lot of power."

"True. I spoke with Peter today."

"The boy that-?"

"Helped us find Hutch Gregory. He might come here in a couple of hours. That's okay right?"

"Yeah, sure. But if he isn't here by tomorrow, he'll miss us and crash into the Government."

I frowned. "I thought we would have had at least two more days?"

"We would have, except that Hutch Gregory guy squealed and now they know exactly who we are."

"Esa rata furtiva," I grumbled. (translation at the bottom)

"I don't speak Spanish," Namjoon giggled, handing me a plate. I shook my head at him. "I'm not hungry."

"You are not skipping dinner, young lady," Jin snapped from the head of the table.

"But-"

"No buts."

"I can't-"

"Yes, you can."

"Estás arruinando mi apetito ya arruinado," I pouted.

"Does it look like I care?"

"Wait, you know Spanish?" Jungkook asked, pausing with his spoon hovering in the air.

"I had to learn it. Joan spoke only Spanish until she was seven."

"How did she understand what you were saying? How did you communicate?"

"She knew English," Jin scowled at me. "She just refused to speak it. We didn't talk much initially anyways. Just random yes-no questions and she would nod or shake her head."

"Sounds painful," Yoongi shrugged.

"Wasn't too bad. Learning Spanish was the painful thing."

"Why didn't you convince her to speak English?"

"I am right here, you scums. Don't talk about me!" I protested.

"Her thoughts were in Spanish. They still are. I like reading minds," Jin ignored me.

"Hard work just to read her mind, no?" Hoseok laughed.

"It was worth it," Jin smirked. "Her thoughts are incredibly interesting. For instance right now, she wants to take a fork and stick it where the sun doesn't shine and-"

"Shut it!" I snarled at him. He winked at me and I choked on my soup. "Such a donkey."

Jimin sniggered at me. "Your nose is curvy. Because I didn't heal it."

I glared at him. "It's like you're begging me to scoop out your eyeball."

Jimin widened his eyes in horror and ducked under a yellow blanket. "You wouldn't!" his muffled voice screeched.

"Try me."

"Taehyungie, you wouldn't let her-"

BOOM.

Jungkook squealed and ducked under the table, grabbing onto my leg for protection.

"Kooks, leave my feet," I groaned and he shook his head frantically.

"Should I open the door?" Yoongi offered.

Hoseok winced as another boom echoed around the house. "Go," I told Yoongi. He leaped out of his chair and walked forward slowly, fire blazing in his hands. Jin quietly slipped in front of me, shielding me from the entrance. "Jungkook, leave my- NO Jin, you are not standing there!"

He turned around and glared at me. "Shut up, Joan." Yoongi opened the door and stared in horror at the person standing in front of it.

***

"Yoongi?" I asked cautiously as he fell silent and stared at the open entrance. Jin frowned at me for speaking and I scowled back at him. "Yoongi?"

"Dude, who beat you up?" Yoongi asked, helping a bruised and bleeding Peter inside the house.

"Blo.ody banyan tree!" Peter groaned, leaning heavily on Yoongi's arm. "I was minding my business and chomping on one measly carrot from my bag of groceries-"

"Why were you walking around with groceries?" Hoseok asked.

"How is that important?" Peter demanded. "So I was chewing a carrot and then suddenly this creepy cluttering sound came and I jumped behind a tree and a second later the whole street exploded and the foolish tree fell on me."

"So you look this colourful because a tree fell on you?" Yoongi snickered.

"Next time I'll drop a big-ass banyan on you and you tell me how funny it feels when it rips through your skin like paper!"

"Okay, sheesh," I groaned, taking Peter's backpack from his sagging arms. "Dial down on the hostility!"

"Thank you," Peter nodded to me, his eyes wandering from one person to another. I felt the question coming. "Someone's missing." I glanced at Hoseok and he smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry about Sarah." Peter mumbled finally.

"Thank you for that, Peter. Take off your shirt."

"WHAT?" Jin shrieked into my ear and Peter rubbed his arms uncomfortably. Yoongi winked at me and Jungkook's ears turned bright red. I rolled my eyes. Boys and their filthy minds.

"To all the hormonal idiots in this room, I'm not sure how beautifully your eyes are functioning right now, but Peter is bleeding from various parts on his body, none of which can be treated if he does not take off his shirt. To put it quite simply, I do not wish to do the nasty with him."

Jin closed his mouth and his cheeks stained pink. "Right." All boys turned to me simultaneously as Peter placed his hands on the hem of his shirt. "Seriously?" I threw my hands on my hips. "What's it to youboys if a girl wants to get her daily share of ab viewing? Useless selfish jerks," I grumbled while leaving the room. "Filthy goats, they think it's okay to stare at me but not for me to ogle at a little bit of skin? Hypocrites." I slammed the door to my bedroom and stormed over to the mahogany panelled window. I stared for a while at the coral pink flowers growing in the badly maintained garden before a girl caught my eye. Her wine red coloured hair was the most striking aspect of her appearance, cropped neatly just above her shoulders with the short strands tucked behind her ears. Her eyes were a deep amber colour and captured the sunlight beautifully. She was short and stout, around eight years old with puffed rounded cheeks, plump lips and long eyelashes. She was examining a patch of weed growing on the walls of the garden shed.

My eyebrows shot up in surprise when her small hand left the pocket of her frayed jacket, shot out and scraped some of the moss off the wall into an orange plastic bag. She looked around carefully and turned pale when she saw me watching her.

She screamed loudly and fainted.

Seriously? Okay, yes, maybe I was intimidating but I wasn't scary enough for some kid to actually faint on seeing me! That was downright rude and mean. Pouting furiously, I pushed open the window, stuck my head out and leaped from the ledge.
I bent my knees as I landed neatly on the ground and someone behind me shrieked.

Was it Hurt-Joan's-Feelings-Day or something? I turned around to glare at Taehyung who was clutching his chest and looking up at the window from which I jumped in horror. "Joan, the frick is wrong with you!" he admonished me angrily. "You could have broken your bones! Foolish-"

"Taehyung," I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on his shoulders. "I have jumped down from trees which were at least fifteen feet in height. My room was barely ten."

"Barely ten-" Taehyung shook his head in bewilderment. "Jin is right! You are freakishly flexible."

"How is being flexible related to jumping out of a window?"

"I don't know," Taehyung muttered distractedly. "Why did that girl just faint out of the blue?"

"She fainted out of the green," I giggled. "Cause you know, there is moss and greenery everywhere!"

Taehyung stared at me unimpressed.
"Seriously? That's sexist!" I complained as we jogged over to the fallen girl.

"How is me not laughing at your joke sexist?" Taehyung demanded.

"Because you laugh at Seokjin's which are no better!" Taehyung shoved me as he felt for her pulse. "His jokes are good. Yours suck. She's alive."

"His jokes are lame and mine do not suck, you miniscule-dicked donut!"

"May?" Namjoon yelled from the kitchen window, ignoring Taehyung and me bickering as usual. "Is that May?"

"How the hell do we know who this May is? I barely know an April and a June back home and now I'm supposed to know a May?!" Taehyung screeched back at him. Namjoon rolled his eyes and disappeared from the window sill. I hummed as Taehyung and I stared at each other and waited for Namjoon.

"Hi Joan," Taehyung smiled sheepishly at me. I winked at him. "Hello Taehyung."

"May! That is May! What happened?" Namjoon questioned. I looked away from Taehyung's captivating eyes and sighed.

"She saw me and fainted."

Namjoon's mouth popped open. "Huh?"

"She was collecting moss and I was watching her and then she saw me see her and she screamed and collapsed. Flattering huh?" Namjoon chuckled and I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout. "I don't look that bad," I complained.

He giggled and yanked my cheeks harshly. "You're cute. Its not a question of how nice you look, May is easily frightened. She comes every Friday to scrape ferns and moss to take home."

"Why? That's creepy, dude!" Taehyung stared.

"Her mother is a self-proclaimed witch who makes her get the stuff. I think she is trying to subdue May's aura."

"Aura?" I frowned.

"Yeah, it's a ball of light which surrounds the bodies of people. So depending on the nature of the person, each has a different colour aura. All Ingenium have black auras. May is one of us so her mom is trying to make the colour of her aura change."

"Does it make a difference? If no one can see the colours then what's the point?"

"Ah, that is the common mistake," Namjoon smiled. "Government has spread rumours that the test involves something like a CT-scan but that's false information. They inject the kid with a syringe filled with a certain formula which makes the aura visible. That's why the 'testing' process is usually fool proof."

"Whoa, how do you know that?" Taehyung marvelled.

"Dad," Namjoon simply replied.

"That is interesting." I grabbed onto Namjoon's shirt and hoisted myself up. "I'm bored."

"You literally just said it was interes- You know what? You are way too complicated for me, Joan," Namjoon shook his head. "I'm going to try to cook again."

"You and your cooking," I mumbled under my breath. "Wait up! I'm coming too!" I screamed at his retreating back and Taehyung snorted behind me. I stuck my tongue out at him and jogged into the house.

***

"Take four spoons of salt, seven tablespoons of chili powder, five pinches of saffron, a dollop of orange juice-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Namjoon stopped me. "Are you sure you are reading this right?"

I squinted and zoomed in on the phone screen. "Yeah, yeah I am. Look -um- left and right, the ingredients." Namjoon stared suspiciously at me before shrugging and shimmying to a shelf. I stretched my legs out from my position on the kitchen counter and squealed in surprise when a pair of hands looped around my waist.

"You having fun without me?" Jin pouted before kissing my neck and pressing his cheek to mine from behind.

"No, I-"

"You are cooking without me!" he sulked and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, pressing a small kiss to my ear lobe. I leaned back into his wide chest.

"Want to join?"

"I'm done with making food for you seven ungrateful brats," he grinned into my hair, his sneaky hands tickling my waist. "If Namjoon wants to cook, then he should. I'll order takeout for myself."

"Hey!" I protested, turning around to face him. "Joon and I are doing real hard work here, you better eat whatever mud we place before you!"

"I'm used to five-star hotel type food, I haven't experienced food poisoning yet."

I rolled my eyes, grabbed his nose and pulled him forwards before sucking on his luscious lips. A dazed shriek echoed from next to us and he groaned into my mouth. "Idiots," he grumbled as I pulled myself off him. We turned around to see Jungkook placing his hands over the bowl with half cooked ingredients and Namjoon staring bemusedly at him, a large wooden ladle in his hands.

"The food!" Jungkook gaped. "Don't make out in front of the food!"

"Um-"

"Jungkook kindly leave my kitchen," Namjoon ordered. "You are disturbing the peaceful equilibrium that Joan and I have created!"

"Peaceful, my ass," Jungkook scoffed and then squeaked as Yoongi lazily threw a newspaper at said body part from the sofa.
"Your ass is peaceful no more," he called out. "Look at it jiggle!"

Jungkook gaped and closed his mouth. "My ass does not jiggle! There is nothing to jiggle! It is firm! It is strong! Here Hobi, come feel it and tell them I have no flab!"

"Huh? I was just getting a glass of water, I -um- I'll come later," he nodded furiously.

"Jung Hoseok, come here right now!" Hoseok looked to me desperately for help and I stuck my thumbs out at him, chortling into Jin's chest. "Now!" Jungkook emphasised and Hobi scurried over.

"What do you want?" he asked nervously. "Here, feel my butt and tell them it does not jiggle."

"Okay I'll- wait what?"

"My ass, my butt, buttocks, cheeks, buttcheeks, whatever, just feel them!"

"No! You douche bag, what is wrong with you?" Hobi yelped and ran out of the room.

"What's going on?" Jimin asked interestedly, sauntering into the kitchen. Jungkook's eyes glinted happily and he turned to smirk evilly at the unsuspecting boy.

"Jimin come here," Jungkook called. "I have a serious task for you to do."

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A/N_

Esa rata furtiva- that sneaky rat

Estás arruinando mi apetito ya arruinado- You're ruining my already ruined appetite

I wanted to double update but I'm a lazy mf so I won't 🤠

Byebye lil piggies I love chu ♡