Namjoon had been panicked enough when the RV had revved to life around him, and even more panicked still when he couldn't turn the key to shut it back off. However, his panic was sent to new heights when the RV started to move down the driveway towards the road.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" screeched Namjoon as he gave up trying to free the key from the ignition; gripping the steering wheel in front of him.

He looked down at the pedals at his feet, feeling his cheeks burn with a blush of embarrassment when he couldn't figure out which of the pedals was for the gas and which was for the brakes.

"We have been waiting so long for another journey," said Hobi. "I thought the day would never come."

"That doesn't mean that you need to go now! Please stop!"

Instead of answering Namjoon's request, Hobi instead said something that only heightened his panic and sent it through the stratosphere.

"Please grip the wheel and direct the RV as we enter the roadway."

Thankfully the driveway from his house was a straight path onto the road for a tiny bit, but there was an intersection with a stoplight within 100 feet. If he didn't figure something out and soon, he'd cause an accident.

"I CAN'T DRIVE!" screeched Namjoon as he white-knuckle gripped the steering wheel, deciding to slam one foot down on either pedal as a safe bet but missing them both instead.

"You can't drive?"

"NO! Now stop!"

"I can't stop the vehicle once it's already in motion."

"Well that's dumb! That's so, so dumb!"

"The only other suggestion I have for you is to try hitting 'companion mode', but that hasn't ever worked."

"What's companion mode?" asked Namjoon with desperation in his voice.

"It's a button on the dash. To the left of the monitor."

Seeing that it was utterly useless to try to drive since the path was straight at the moment anyway, Namjoon let go of the wheel and got up from where he was to take a closer look at the broken button that was labeled as 'companion mode'. It looked busted, which didn't surprise Namjoon considering he was just informed it had never worked.

"Is there an instruction manual on how to fix it?" asked Namjoon.

"No. The intersection is approaching within 80 feet."

"Dang it, I know!" shouted Namjoon as he moved his fingers over the button as if touching it would heal it. He was surprised to see that was the case; the button beneath his fingers pulsing a bright blue amongst the dust that clung to it.

"It appears to be operational. What did you do?" asked Hobi.

"Nothing! I just touched it!"

Normally Namjoon had a record for breaking everything he touched, but this appeared to not be the case this time. This time his touch seemed to have healed it. Without waiting another second, he pushed the button, figuring it must be like 'auto pilot'.

Namjoon was certainly not prepared for the loud THUMP he heard behind him shortly after he pressed the button. Swiveling in his seat, his eyes widened when he saw two men about his age lying face down on the floor of the RV behind him. They each groaned as they pulled themselves off one another and tried to sit up.

"Ow...my head," groaned the one with the cinnamon brown hair; sitting up and rubbing at his head. "Wait...head?!"

He looked shocked at his hands before looking down at the lime green track suit he wore; the seams outlined in a sky blue. The other man beside him was dressed in a black track suit with silver seams; his dark black hair being tussled back and forth as he rubbed a hand through it. His face was scrunched up in pain for a moment before his onyx eyes opened to realize the same thing the other had.

"What the heck is going on?" asked the man in black.

Namjoon was forced to turn away from the both of them and look back at the road as a car horn sounded out. They were practically upon the intersection and there were cars trying to honk him into a state of awareness. Namjoon heard one of the men behind him curse, seeing the one in the lime green suit soon moving to plop into the driver's seat.

"Okay. This can't be that hard," the man muttered as he gripped the steering wheel; a wide smile lighting up his face. "Hey! Hands are nifty!"

"STOP THE RV!" shouted Namjoon as more horns started to sound out like some sort of disjointed orchestra.

The man in black suddenly appeared behind the man in lime green, leaning over the back of him to try and direct him.

"Press the brake. It's that pedal right there," he pointed out.

The man in lime green did as he was directed but did it a bit too hard; jerking them all to such a sudden stop that Namjoon banged his head on the dashboard in front of him. The man in black ended up teetering sideways and falling with an 'oof' onto his side. The only one that seemed to remain uninjured was the man in lime green who threw both arms up in the air in victory.

"YES! POINT FOR ME AND MY NIFTY HANDS!"

"You're a moron," groaned the man in black, rubbing the side of his head as he sat up.

Namjoon had a ton of questions for the two men that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, but they obviously had to get off the road first. The chorus of irritated car horns was enough to indicate that.

"Can you direct us off the road with those nifty hands of yours?" asked Namjoon with a cocked brow as the man in lime green looked back at the steering wheel in front of him.

"I can try..."

"Oh just get up!" snapped the man in black who had managed to get up off the floor. The man in lime green complied, switching so the man in black was in the driver's seat and was able to navigate them off the road and into the parking lot of a nearby fast-food restaurant.

- - -

"Who are you?" asked Namjoon.

Once they had parked, the three of them had moved back to the small booth area of the RV that served as a place to eat. The two strangers were sitting practically shoulder-to-shoulder with each other as Namjoon sat across from them. The man in lime green looked over at the one in black who was sitting with his arms crossed, looking ticked off with the world.

"Well, umm...I'm Hobi," said the man in lime green as he looked away from the disgruntled man in black and over at Namjoon. He raised a hand in greeting. "Hello there."

"Hobi? As in the name of the talking monitor thingy?"

"Yes?" he said a bit uncertainly, casting a glance at the man in black again as if waiting for him to help out.

Namjoon had a hard time believing that the voice that had been talking to him earlier was the man sitting before him now, but he had no other way to explain how they both just seemed to drop out of the ceiling from out of no where.

"I take it you must be Suga then," said Namjoon as he looked at the man in black who just gave a curt nod of his head in response.

A loud grumbling suddenly sounded out throughout the entire RV then; Hobi blushing as he looked down at his stomach.

"What's that noise? Am I running low on gas? Is that what humans do when they..."

"It means you're hungry," said Namjoon, cutting off Hobi's ramblings. "Lucky for you we're in the parking lot of a fast-food place so we can get some food and then continue this conversation."

Hobi nodded as Namjoon stood up. Luckily, he had pocketed some money before he left. Moving towards the front of the RV, he was just about to step outside when Hobi caught up to him.

"May I go with you? I promise I'll be good. I've never been outside the RV before."

Namjoon looked at the man that acted as giddy as a child at Christmas before nodding his head. Hobi clapped his hands in delight as Namjoon turned back to look at the scowling Suga in the booth.

"Do you want to come too?"

"Someone has to guard the RV," he said in response.

"I take that as a 'no'," said Namjoon with a sigh, opening the RV door.

As Namjoon began to walk towards the entrance of the fast-food restaurant, he wondered what he had just gotten himself into.