A Flower of...Love

28- Final Decision

A/N: This is the last chapter before the epilogue so I made this super long for you guys!!!! I didn't include the word count because it might scare you off lol. Anyways hope you guys enjoy.

Third Person's POV

Jungkook was pushed to the floor and when he finally got up another door was already threatening to break. He sighed as he pushed himself up and stumbled his way towards the bedroom barely standing.

Namjoon was slamming against the door with his whole body, Jimin hopelessly trying to stop him, tears already splayed across his face. Yoongi and Jin heard the banging over the music and they hugged harder than they ever did, feeling each other shaking slightly in their embrace. The only glimpse of hope came from the petal in their stomachs.

After what seemed like hours, the banging stopped. Jungkook stood in between Namjoon and the bedroom door, his hands restraining Namjoon from doing any further damage. Surprised by the unusual strength Jungkook owns, he backed away and finally calmed down, just a tiny bit. Under the ceiling light Jimin and Jungkook can make out the multiple layers of red painted on Namjoon's skin, a clear result of anger and immense frustration.

"Let. Me. In." No one wants to wonder why Namjoon found the correct bedroom the first try; even Jimin was shocked at what anger does to one's mind and actions. Jungkook looked at Namjoon, now annoyed and angry with the unwelcomed guest. He knows there is no way Namjoon is leaving. And that means only one thing.

It's technically already the last day, only very early in the morning. All I have to do is finish their treatment so they can have their boyfriends back.

"I'm not saying that again bitch. Let me in, now." There was nothing Namjoon could do other than giving commands. He wasn't strong enough to break the lock or even go past Jungkook. Jungkook used this as a privilege and said, "Look, I will let you in, but I have to deal with something first. Go to the living room and wait there, I will tell you when we are ready." Namjoon raised an eyebrow, but again he knew there was nothing else to do other than trust Jungkook this one time.

When Namjoon and Jimin were out of sight, Jungkook unlocked the door and went in. Jungkook gestured the two to unplug their earphones and stop the music.

"Look, we really don't have time." Jungkook wanted to continue with his plan, but stopped when he saw Yoongi and Jin's deep frowns and the beads of sweat trickling down from their foreheads. He seemed like he expected it, which confused the other two. Not wasting any time, Jungkook explained briefly, "You probably thought about your boyfriends right? And yes they are outside in the living room. Don't worry, you still feel pain because it's the last day and the poison's effects have been growing. It won't affect your process of the cure because you have the petal, so it's fine. But we do have to do something before the effects of the petal ends, which means we have 1 hour."

Jin nodded sadly, knowing that it's time for the kiss. It is a thing Jin had to do; it wasn't the time to complain that he felt uncomfortable kissing another man while his boyfriend is right outside in the living room. Jungkook saw the nod and did the same himself to confirm. However, both of them had not forgotton about the friend behind them that knows nothing at all.

Yoongi saw Jin's nod and felt a bit dumbfounded at this point. The pain he was feeling is nothing compared to the previous experiences, and all he can think off right now was why Jin nodded when clearly Jungkook had not elaborated on his plan yet. "Um...am I missing something here?" Jungkook and Jin stole glances at each other, finally deciding that Jungkook should speak, "Yoongi hyung, I'm really sorry that I didn't remind you off this earlier. Jin is too. But for you to be cured, you have to kiss someone else, do you remember?" Jungkook and Jin felt the atmosphere tensing up as those words were delivered. They looked nervously at Yoongi's blank face, slowly letting him soak in the information.