You spent the next 2 ½ weeks clinging to your phone and laptop waiting for new information about Joon. Usually, you would get a call from California very late in your afternoon, as the boys would call you first thing in the morning. Except Tae, who for the life of him, could not figure out time zones and managed to call you between midnight and 2:00 o'clock in the morning fairly constantly.
You always answered the phone. To you it didn't matter what time they called, that was the joy of being on vacation. Eventually you figured out a schedule for yourself around the cottage.
You baked just after breakfast, so that you would definitely have bread or snacks for the next day. You did some meal planning trying to figure out how to use the groceries you had purchased.
You found a little map tucked into a drawer in the cottage and realized someone had given you two trails to follow. One led down to the sea, and you spent many happy hours watching the waves far below. The other led up into the mountains spread to the South of you. That trail you only tried once and were quickly turned back by a group of frustrated sheep, who were very confused by your presence in their pasturelands.
You celebrated with your brothers when just before the last week in the cottage Namjoon went home. Except he went home to Yoongi and Hoseok's house. It made sense at first to live with the two of them so that at least one person was with him at all times but after a while you became a little suspicious.
You placed a secondary call and got your brother on a video call.
"Yoongi-ah. He has his own house, and he has his own clothes. Yet I see him in your back bedroom with all of my stuff, wearing clothes that I know Jungkook outgrew a while ago. What's wrong with Namjoon's house," you asked Yoongi, and he made a face at you.
"Joonie doesn't remember living there," he said finally.
That news sort of rocked you back on your heels. You knew there were gaps in Namjoon's memory. More than you had hoped, certainly enough to frustrate him pretty constantly. Some things he remembered like the magazine shoots, but others, like the afternoon of his birthday he didn't remember at all.
The doctor had told Jin and Yoongi that no one really knew what the long-term effects of sodium pentathol were on the body because it was only meant to be introduced to the bloodstream in small, short bursts for anesthesia. There were no records to work from.
Namjoon described it a little bit like being a bug under a microscope when you had asked about it later.
"I feel like people are waiting for me to screw up again," he said.
You were frustrated with his answer because that wasn't what people were doing, though you could easily see where he was going with that.
After Namjoon got back to Yoongi and Hoseok's house, they bought him a new phone and set it up with everyone's number. Yoongi found Namjoon's old mixing laptop still at the studio at JinHit, untouched for two years, and brought that back to Namjoon to play with while he recovered.
Namjoon said he thought he had another laptop or tablet that he had taken with him on trips. Jungkook said the work laptop was left at the Bangtan offices, untouched by Emily after she had been escorted out. Yoongi and Hoseok went back through Namjoon's house to look, but they couldn't find it any other portable electronics.
That frustrated Jungkook immensely to your surprise.
"Noona, that bitch was super shady. She did some really not cool things, and I am worried about what else she did or will do," he said in anger.
You knew he was only upset about that because the multitude of people searching for Emily Benedict was growing as Namjoon remembered more pieces of the last year and a half. But for whatever reason, she could not be tracked down. No one had seen her at all since the night of Joon's party.
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FanfictionOlivia Scott had the best and worst of childhoods. Her own parents were frightfully distant, never appearing more than once a twice a week from her youngest years, leaving her often in the care of others. Thankfully, the others that those people had...