𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐𝟖

Everyone considers Namjoon's proposal.

Live like ordinary boys.

Jimin never thought he could have an ordinary life after he got kidnapped. Does it mean he'll be able to meet his family again? But they think I'm dead. Everyone but Jungkook thinks I'm dead.

"I don't want to go back to my old life. No, no, no. Tiger agrees with me. He doesn't want to either. You're my life now. I won't come back. No, no, no."

Namjoon chuckles softly, extending his arm to pat Taehyung's thigh. "We don't have to come back to our old lives. It can be just us, doing whatever we want. Or Nothing. We got enough money to do completely nothing for the rest of our lives."

"You could've started saying that, genius." Yoongi comments with a grin. "I'm in. I'm tired of risking my ass. Sorry to all the innocents out there, but I've already done my duty."

Seokjin clears his throat, resting his hands on his lap. "I'd like to keep working. Being a detective is my passion. Always have been since my dog Kai disappeared when I turned eight."

Hoseok places the empty glass on the coffee table, licking his lips. "I didn't know you had a dog. Did you ever find Kai?"

"No, that's why I wanted to become a detective."

"I think your parents lied to you and Kai died. I saw it happen in the movies." Taehyung comments with a slight frown.

"At some point I thought so too, but I still wanted to be a detective to help others in need. I could offer private services, stay low. In this world, or in the other."

"That's a start." Namjoon encourages him. "What do you think, Jungkook? If we move on from being the Bangtan Boys, do you know what you'd like to do?"

"I think I'll visit my parents. I won't get them in trouble, will I?"

Namjoon shakes his head. "Everyone that has seen JK's face is dead. As long as the Bangtan Boys don't come back, we're safe." he claps his hands and rubs them together. "Loves, just think about it, alright? We don't have to make a decision right now, I know you all have to consider a lot of things. Let's just keep this option in mind."

"I'll think about it." Hoseok replies, as he stands to head to his room.

When Jimin makes sure he left, he says, "Bae, you should talk to him. I think he's still upset. Have you seen his face? He didn't sleep all night."

"And do you think I did? But what can I say? I don't regret my plan. We could've died if it weren't for my idea. Besides," he points at the bruise on his cheek, "he punched me. Shouldn't he apologise to me?"

Seokjin pats his black hair. "Baby, you should swallow your pride and talk to him. We hurt him. I can come with you, I should. . . Well, I don't regret our plan either. . . but we can still apologise for hurting his feelings."

Yoongi exhales. "It's fine. I'll go. Just make sure to save me if he tries to murder me."

They all burst into laughter and Namjoon throws him a pillow.

Yoongi takes a deep inhale, then exhales.

Inhales and exhales.

Inhales and exhales.

He knocks the door in a musical rhythm, his to-go knocking style when he's relaxed or playful.

Hoseok opens the door with a poker face, dark circles lingering beneath his eyes.

"Can we, you know, talk?" Yoongi proposes quietly, looking over the red-haired male's shoulder. He keeps his hands behind his back, playing with his fingers as he waits for an answer. Or another punch.