𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗𝟕

Namjoon tiptoes to the living room and pokes his head. The silence exposes Jimin's muffled sobs, who hides his face on Seokjin's chest.

Namjoon strides towards them, but when all eyes set on him he clears his throat. Namjoon expects them to speak first, but they don't. He fidgets with the end of his cotton white shirt, what is he supposed to say?

"How are you feeling?"

Namjoon smiles unconsciously. Seokjin always approaches him first, before anyone else does. Before he can swallow the lump in his throat.

"We heard. . . the screams." he continues, when the silver haired remains quiet.

"Uh, yeah, I'm alright—I'm not, to be honest. I want answers. I need answers."

Jungkook pats the free spot next to him on the sofa and Namjoon quickly sits, breathing again.

Taehyung hesitates but asks, "Did you remember something, Namjoonie?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "I just—I don't understand. Who are you? Who are Dora and Dr. Bang PD? Is he - is he even a doctor? If what you told me is true, why did they brainwash me? And - and why am I dating all of you?"

Yoongi snorts at the last question. Namjoon turns his head at him and the pale man lowers his instantly, scratching his chin.

"Why do you want to know everything now?" Seokjin tilts his head, curious. "Are you sure you didn't remember anything?"

Hoseok smiles reassuringly. "You can tell us everything."

Namjoon scratches his nape, staring at his thighs. "Um. . . I actually dreamed of Seokjin."

"You did what?" he blurts out.

"When we met that day near the cherry blossoms. . ." he bite his lip. "That night. . . you appeared in my dream. That time I couldn't recognise you because it was blurred. Then, the night you showed me my room, I dreamed it again. It was longer and our smiles were clear. I never heard your name before, but you introduced yourself. The next day I found out you actually are Kim Seokjin."

The elder blinks his tears way, burying his fingers in Jimin's soft hair to distract himself from the pressure on his chest.

"Were there cherry blossoms in your dream?"

Namjoon looks to the ceiling for a moment. "Yeah."

Seokjin covers his mouth with his hand. "Goodness."

Hoseok frowns. "Seokie, this is how you met, right? At university."

Seokjin nods.

"We met. . . at university?"

"Years ago." Seokjin voice breaks.

Namjoon hesitates a few times, but closes his mouth.

"Is there something else?" Jungkook adds.

"When I met them for the first time. . ." he points at Yoongi and Hoseok. "That night, when I closed my eyes 'I love you, Petal' echoed in my head—but it was my own voice, not his."

Yoongi studies Namjoon with a poker face. "Really?"

Namjoon nods, his intense gaze piercing his soul.

"Well, that's something." Jungkook concludes, clapping his hands one time. "About the rest. . . You should first know what we all did together to understand the rest. Look, our job is a little bit unconventional."

Namjoon blinks rapidly, turning his whole body to face him. He shakes his feet to take off his slippers and sits with his legs crossed.

Jungkook licks his lower lip, sharing looks with the others.