𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟖𝟗

Jungkook prepared lunch for all of them, while Tiger observed him from the island kitchen. The latter didn't protest; his heart's already full just by seeing Jungkook cook.

Namjoon didn't regain consciousness for lunch as the boys had expected. Seokjin kept his plate in the fridge, hoping he would wake up soon.

* * *

Namjoon groans in pain.

He blinks his eyes open, the sunset mellow light rays paint the unfamiliar room. Suddenly, the smirk of Yoongi pops up into his head and the word petal echoes in his mind once again.

"Fuck. I should've known. Fucking little demon." he tries to stand up, but the ropes keep him pressed against the chair.

"Guys, he's back." a mischievous voice comes from a corner of the room. "This is gonna be fun."

All of them stand in front of Namjoon, but he doesn't have time to check in all of them as soon as he spots Yoongi. He stands right in front of him, slightly forward than the others.

"You fucking psycho." he mutters under his breath, clenching his jaw. "Let me out."

"So sorry, petal, but I'm afraid I can't do that." Yoongi plays with the scissors in his left hand.

Even if Namjoon's brainwashed, it's still funny to tease him as Yoongi has imagined.

It's funny now that he's safe with them, away from Mimi and Bang PD.

"Let me go." Namjoon repeats, his voice getting deeper.

"Will you try to escape if I let you free?"

Namjoon tilts his head, Obviously.

"Yeah—nope. Not today."

Namjoon fights against the ropes, but it's in vain. "Who the hell are you? What do you want? Do you want money? Connections? Drugs—"

"We want you."

"Excuse me?"

"Chill out, petal. We'll bring you back soon. I'm sure our leader is inside here, somwhere." Yoongi attempts to touch his head, but Namjoon pulls away as far as he can.

With the sharp movement of his head, his eyes land on the etheral man, the cherry blossom guy. He has been already staring back at him, with a sad, longing light in his eyes.

The cherry blossom guy.

"You . . . You are in this too?" Namjoon's heart sinks in his chest, but he doesn't know why.

He seemed close to being normal.

"Do you remember me?" Seokjin gasps softly.

He fights against the feeling, blinking his eyes and facing Yoongi again. But it's no use, Namjoon's attention comes back to Seokjin.

"The pink handkerchief boy . . . and his psycho friends."

"Boyfriends." Yoongi corrects him.

"Boyfriends? You two are dating?" Namjoon moves his head from Yoongi to Seokjin.

"All of us. We're in this big, beautiful, realtionship."

Namjoon opens his mouth, but closes it again.

He breathes in. "You're crazy. Having one partner is tiring—five? Oh, god, no. What a headache."

The boys share a look. Jimin—who stands behind Seokjin—holds his hand. Namjoon's brainwashed, of course he's not who he used to be, and of course he doesn't remember them, but his choice of words still hurts them. Especially Jimin and Seokjin.