The Devil's Recipe

Chapter One: 3/4 cup of Meth

The first thing Yoongi registered when he woke up was the blinding light and the fact that he was butt naked and only wearing a thin gown so he can feel the light breeze of the air conditioning on his testicles.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around the white walls of the room.

He looked at his hand which felt somehow heavy and found a needle piercing the back of his palm when he suddenly remembered the events before he lost consciousness.

He inhaled.

"Its a dream its a dream its a dream"

He chanted and opened his eyes, and when he felt no chance of waking up from this nightmare he gave up on rejecting reality and accepted the fact that he was now part of the mafia and should probably hide from the police.

'The depths of Atlantic ocean seems like a nice place right now'

Just as Yoongi was about to think of a new name—

—He was thinking Chad sounded kinda cool.

The door to his ward opened and came with it were numerous hush whispers of fighting and small thuds.

"Get lost you dickfucks I got here first!"

"You get lost fuck nugget your bouquet looks like shit!"

"My bouquet?! your food basket looks like diabetes!"

"YOU BOTH SUCK"

Yoongi furrowed his eyebrows.

Who in the balls of satan could possibly be fighting in a hospital ward about gift baskets and flowers.

And looks like his question was answered when he saw three young men whom he remembered hitting on him back at the Bakery trying to fit their large bodies through the small door.

"What are you three doing here?"

The three male stopped in their tracks when they heard the voice they've been dying to hear for the past days.

"hyung!" Jimin from what he remembered was the first one to talk as he manage to escape the two and ran towards Yoongi.

He was just the same as Yoongi remembered so he can cross off being in a coma, he was wearing a white polo and black slacks holding a bouquet of pink tulips.

And now that Yoongi noticed it, the three of them are wearing the same thing.

"You're awake" he approached the older a smile on his face.

"Seokjin hyung's been so worried" he said with a sad apologetic smile before handing the older the bouquet.

Now that Jimin mentioned it Yoongi perked up at the mention of the older.

"Seokjin—Where's Seokjin?!" he sat up before being held down by Jungkook.

He looked at the younger with broken worried eyes.

"Calm down hyung, Jin-hyung is okay, he'll come visit you later" he said but Yoongi was persistent, he wanted to know how the older was doing.

"No—no but I—I need to see him" he said which broke the trio's hearts.

"Here—I'll call him" Taehyung said getting out his phone placing the basket he was holding down on the table before leaving the room to call the older.

Yoongi calmed down a little bit as he sighed staring at the wall in front of him.

He cannot believe that mere days or hours ago he was almost shot by a mafia gang.