Namjoon stood behind the driver's seat where Suga was currently sitting. Suga was tapping at the monitor screen where Hobi's voice used to emanate from, trying to figure out the history of the RV's travel. Hobi meanwhile stood at the sink trying to wash the chicken off his fingers, wrinkling his nose at the quality of water that managed to sputter out. Namjoon moved away from Suga - who was now mumbling to himself as he tapped at the screen a bit harder when it wasn't forthcoming with the information that he desired -  to go over to Hobi.

"I'll take you back inside the restaurant for a moment and you can wash in the bathroom in there," said Namjoon.

Hobi nodded, shutting off the disgusting look tap as he followed after Namjoon back into the restaurant. Once they entered, Namjoon immediately took a hallway off to his right so that he could take Hobi directly to the bathrooms before the man decided he was ready for round two of fried chicken. Their feet stuck a bit to the floor as they entered the cramped bathroom. A man who was at the sink washing his hands turned to look at them when he heard the door open. A smirk crossed his face seeing Hobi's brightly colored outfit.

"Did you escape from an eighties aerobic class?" asked the man with a chuckle.

"What's that?" asked Hobi.

"Just never mind him," said Namjoon as the man just continued to chuckle, rolling his eyes as he left the bathroom.

Namjoon sighed as he watched the door slap shut behind the man. He supposed Hobi did look like a screaming lime in the outfit he had on.

"I'm going to need to get you and Suga some new clothes at some point," said Namjoon as he watched Hobi scrub his hands clean.

"Oh? Can we help pick them out?" asked Hobi with a level of excitement in his voice that would rival a child at Christmas any day. "I'd love to choose a new skin."

"It's not skin, Hobi. It's called clothes."

"Clothes. Right. You said that," said Hobi with a soft chuckle as he finished washing his hands.

Namjoon left the bathroom with Hobi after, walking back out to the RV in the parking lot. Neither of them realized that the man that had been in the bathroom with them was watching them get back on the RV like a hawk.

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"I found the destination," said Suga as he pointed at the screen.

Namjoon leaned his head in to see the destination that had displayed itself on the screen in front of Suga. It was of some place in France. Fifteenth century France to be precise. Namjoon tried to go back in his memory and recall all he could of that time period in his head. That was the time of the Renaissance and a time when arts was a big deal to say the least.

"How do you know that's where we are supposed to go?" asked Namjoon instead of asking a more logical question such as, 'how are we going to get to the fifteenth century?'

"Your grandfather's note mentioned an artist, so I just started looking through all the destinations on the GPS that would be art related."

"And how do you know what is art related and what's not?"

"Your grandfather didn't create idiots," said Suga. "Lets leave it at that."

Namjoon sighed. He was certain that he still must be dreaming. When he woke up this morning, he expected to just be cleaning the RV. He never expected to be talking to two people that appeared out of no where or traveling through time.

"So how do we even do it?" asked Namjoon.

"We just drive," said Suga. "Drive with that destination in the GPS."

Namjoon nodded as he watched Suga touched the key in the ignition.

"Oh. We're going now?" asked Namjoon.

"Is there a reason why we shouldn't?" asked Suga as he swiveled and arched a brow at Namjoon.

"Well no, I just..."

Hobi stood a little ways away from Namjoon, seeing the way that he tensed up.

"It's just...it's a lot to take in," continued Namjoon. "I never thought that my day would end up like this..."

Hobi moved forward to place his hand on one of Namjoon's shoulders.

"You're not alone," said Hobi. "We'll be there with you throughout this entire thing. It'll be a fun adventure! Kind of like being human is!"

Namjoon couldn't help but to shed the nerves at Hobi's happy and hopeful tone. He turned to look at him, giving him a brief nod.

"An adventure," Namjoon repeated, matching his smile with Hobi's.

Suga rolled his eyes, turning back around so that neither of them could see the smirk that graced his face.

"Both of you better sit down and buckle up," said Suga as he turned the RV back on. "I'm not sure how bumpy the ride will be."

Namjoon moved to sit in the passenger seat while Hobi took a seat behind him. With the three of them buckled, Suga readjusted the GPS screen to look at the destination, slowly pushing his foot down on the pedal.

As the RV was navigated out of the fried chicken fast food restaurant parking lot, the man that had been eyeing Hobi and Namjoon in the bathroom watched the RV leave from the entryway. His phone rang, causing him to dig it out and answer it.

"Just the man I was going to call. You won't believe what I just stumbled across."

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AN: I just wanted to write a quick note to let my readers know that this story may or may not be historically accurate. Please forgive me for that. Hopefully you will still enjoy the story anyway. 😁💜