𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖𝟕

Tiger and Jungkook meet Hoseok in his room at midnight.

The redhead bounces his feet, reading over and over again the written page on his notebook.

His plan has to work.

It will work.

But if it fails—

"Hobi?" Jungkook asks again, carefully.

"Huh?"

"You with us?"

"Yes, sorry." Hoseok blinks a few times and looks around the room for a moment. "Where's Yoongi?" Jungkook and Tiger shrug after sharing a look. "Anyway, it doesn't matter, Yoongs is smart he'll catch up on the plan quickly."

Jungkook takes a seat next to him on the bed. "Is it your plan that made you ignore us for almost a minute?"

"I was making sure nothing was out of the ordinary."

Jungkook picks up the notebook and reads the bullet points briefly. "Knocking Namjoon down in the middle of the street and pulling him in the van stays in the ordinary for you?"

"If you keep it subtle. I also wrote a plan B if the knocking down fails. We'd have to get him in the van against his will."

"Cool." Tiger says, resting his back on the chair.

"Does it also stay in the ordinary?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

Jungkook chuckles and puts the notebook back in Hoseok's lap. "You fucking psycho."

"You're welcome." Hoseok smirks and ruffles Jungkook's dark hair.

Yoongi opens the door and closes it carefully. "Sorry. Jimin couldn't fall asleep. What did I miss?"

"Hoseok's ordinary plan to get Namjoon back." Tiger answers for them, removing his gaze from the two boys. He turns his head to Yoongi.

Jungkook and Hoseok keep teasing each other over the elder's ideas.

Hoseok clears his throat to stop another wave of laugh when he notices Yoongi's presence. "My plan will work. Come here Babe, you'll love it."

* * *

Namjoon takes a deep breath, but his smile slowly fades away. The only cherry blossoms left are dirty and damp on the street and it reminded it of himself. Some days, Namjoon feels like a weak damp petal on the street that will soon disappear. His heart makes itself smaller in his chest and he only wants to run away—but he doesn't know where.

The exercises his doctor has been recommending him doesn't work, he can't get his memories back no matter what he does.

Only those three boys have been able to disrupt his peace and make him feel something. Something real. Not pleasant, but still real.

"Morning, petal. Going to work this early?"

Namjoon almost trips over his own feet and turns around briskly.

"What - what are you doing here?" Namjoon turns his head side to side. "Were you following me again?"

"I'm fucking Min Yoongi, of course I don't follow people around." Yoongi chews on the gum one last time and spits it on the floor. "Anyway, do you wanna help me?"

"No. I'm late."

"Please?"

"Can you leave me alone? What do you want? Do - Do - No, impossible. She would never do that."

"She?"

"Nothing, bye."

Namjoon turns around but Yoongi runs to him and stops in front of him.

"It's my van. I can't make it move. If you help me, you won't see me for the rest of the day.

Namjoon raises his eyebrows and scoffs. "Does it have to make me feel any better?"

"I dunno. Does it make you feel any better?"

Namjoon shakes his head and lets out a heavy sigh, almost like a groan. "Where is it? I give you thirty minutes."

Yoongi grins. "I knew I could count on you, petal."