A Flower of...Love

18- A Mission

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Time skip- 23/30 days, a week left

Third Person's POV

Yoongi and Jin sat down on their shared bed, eating chips.

"I can't believe it's been 3 weeks since we came here." Jin said while feeding Yoongi a chip.

"Yea I know right." Yoongi chewed on the chip and frowned. "What flavor is this chip?"

"Let me see," Jin turns the bag around and read the package. "Wine flavored."

"What the hell? These things exist??" Yoongi grabbed the bag and checked it himself. "It's tastes so weird, it doesn't even taste like wine."

"If you don't want it, don't eat it. I like this flavor." Jin took the bag and stuffed a few chips inside his mouth.

Yoongi let him be and saw their phones on a bedside table.

"Oh yea, why didn't Jungkook take back our phones? Not that I am really complaining." Yoongi took his and unlocked it. The lock screen was no longer a selfie of him and Jimin; Jungkook changed it.

"I don't know. I guess he's just providing us with another form of entertainment."

"Yea, but I don't really have anything to do on my phone anyways."

"Don't you have games?"

"No, I play games on the computer or on consoles. The screen is too small, it hurts my eyes."

Yoongi sighed.

"Maybe it's time to ask Jungkook for help. It's getting really hard to entertain ourselves."

"That's what I've been thinking, but don't you think Jungkook is acting a bit weird lately?"

"Really? He seems fine to me. Still a bit disrespectful."

"...I just think that he is...hiding in his room. He never comes out anymore. Unless it's for eating and stuff."

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Jungkook's POV

I sat on my bed, and I heard everything they said. The walls are thin here, and my bedroom is next to theirs.

I looked at the scratches all over my arms. How could I walk out the room like this?

I wear long sleeves shirts to cover them, but it's summer so it's too suspicious.

I mean I don't really care about them knowing, but I don't want them to bombard me with questions either. I just have to keep this a secret for one more week.

I sighed and kept on listening.

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Third person's POV

Yoongi stared into air, thinking about what Jin said.

"Now that you said it, you might be correct."

"Exactly, since the day he gave us the phones, he hid in his room and never talks to us anymore."

"So...you still wanna ask him for help? Or not?"

"Um... we can try, if you that desperate. Do you really have nothing else to do?" Jin finished his bag of chips and threw the empty package away.

"Let me think..." Yoongi looked around the room, trying to think of something.