𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗𝟑

Namjoon slowly shakes his head. "This - this is not possible."

He stares at the picture, his younger self staring right back. But, unlike him, in the picture his dimples are prominent, a big smile illuminating all his face. Happiness twinkling from the inside out.

"We got more. So many more." Explains Yoongi after a few minutes of silence.

"This - this is photoshopped, right?"

"Hell, why is he so dense?"

Despite Tiger whispering to himself, Jungkook, who sits next to him with his arms crossed, moves to hit him softly with his elbows on the ribs.

Tiger only rolls his eyes at his boyfriend's annoyance.

Jungkook warns him with his eyes, but Tiger doesn't complain.

"So - so you met me before the accident?"

Seokjin raises his gaze to Namjoon with a prominent frown on his forehead. "What accident?"

"I suffered an accident—months ago. That's actually how I lost my memory. . . I mean, I know some things, but I just can't remember them. Like my parents."

"What?"

"Shit, that's it!" Yoongi yells, rising abruptly from his seat.

He rushes towards the front door, his nails clawing into his hands as he tightens the force of his fists. Hoseok rushes over him and stands in between.

"Suga mushy, what's wrong? Did you discover something?"

"Discover? They didn't only brainwash him, they also lied to him! What accident is he talking about? The night he got fucking kidnapped?!"

He runs to a confused Namjoon, his breath shaking.

"That's what they told you? That you had an accident? After kidnapping you and brainwashing you they fucking told you that you had an accident?! That's their brilliant idea to cover what they did to your brain?!"

Namjoon opens his mouth a few times, but nothing comes out. For the first time, actually looking at Yoongi in the eyes.

Sorrow takes over and those teasing eyes no longer exist.

"That's enough, Yoongs." Seokjin says calmly, also standing up.

"You won't ever come back with them, did you hear me?" Yoongi warns him, softer this time. "I don't care what they told you or what you think of me, petal. I don't know what they want to do with you, but I know for sure that you belong with us. That we love you and you love us too. Your mind and heart are sleeping right now, but they'll wake up. And when they do you'll remember us."

While Namjoon remains speechless, Yoongi moves behind the sofa and rips off one of his pictures with him. He throws the picture in his lap.

"Talk to me when you come back to yourself."

He runs down the hallway, Jimin following right behind, but not before he takes one last look at Namjoon, who stares back at him with a lost sight.

Jungkook and Tiger sigh at once.

Seokjin scratches the back of his hair, slowly recovering his seat next to Namjoon.

"Look, we. . ."

He cuts himself when Namjoon lowers his head to look at the picture Yoongi threw at him. Obviously, Namjoon wouldn't have paid him attention even if he had kept talking.

This time, the photograph is a little bit more intimate. Namjoon assumes Yoongi lies naked on the bed, since only the white sheets cover his intimate parts, while his pale torso and legs remain exposed. His eyes closed, looking completely at ease.