Expressions (SOPE)

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(What's with the photo idk.)
Yoongi POV:
Janiah has caused so many problems since she came. This is so frustrating! I hear voices but it makes me feel crazy! Janiah's the crazy one here yet she seems to make me crazy, make me fall into her trap and think like her...
"YOONGZ!"
I snapped from my thoughts and face Namjoon. Namjoon seemed concerned, especially since my face was contorted in frustration and pain. He went up and gave me a hug. I let my tears roll down my face and stain his shirt. I couldn't stop thinking of Hoseok. And Jimin. All my friends. I was scared for their well-being. I wasn't even sure if they were fine anymore.
Tae was in deep thought. He seemed to be dazing and dreaming but that was the exact face he would make when he was brainstorming. I admit, he would look a little stupid but his ideas were flawless. "We should find more proof, one that we know will definitely send her to jail. No, back to her asylum!" "That gives me an idea..." Tae mumbled. We looked at him in anticipation.
"Search her name."
I gave him a small smile. He had given me a little more hope. The two always had. I love them so much but I wouldn't tell them. Not now in this desperate situation anyway. Tae returned a boxy smile. He went up to me and placed an arm around my shoulder. "We will get her once and for all, I promise."
Namjoon was working away on the computers, there were codes all over the screen. "Dude...I thought we were simply searching her name?" I asked. "It's not that simple, there are many Janiahs in the world. Plus, I even received names that weren't even close to Janiah. A hundred of identities. Yet they all look like Janiah. Not exactly but still pretty close." That was a lot of tea spilt. "Multiple personalities huh? Maybe that's her disorder." I suggested. "Dissociative identity disorder...or obsessive-compulsive disorder." Namjoon guessed. All these disorders were giving me a headache. "Basically, she either has multiple personalities or she is absolutely obsessed with you. Maybe even both!" Tae explained. I thanked him, and resumed on watching Namjoon do his research. "Okay...we need to stay FAR away from Janiah, or whoever she really is." "Why?" I questioned, knowing how serious this situation might be. On the screen was a photo. In the picture was a girl that looked nothing like Janiah. She looked disfigured and utterly insane. I was about to say something before Namjoon cut me off, "I know, nothing like her. But that is her. She wears heavy makeup that gives her a whole other look. This advantage allows her to look like a different person altogether." That made a lot of sense. "Her asylum was in Daegu it seems." Tae and I looked at each other in fear. She could've nabbed one of us while we were still separated! We would've lost to her easily since the whole group didn't meet each other yet. "She's been all over the world, hunting down guys to love her. I think she explained before, when we were saving Hoseok, what she would do to her ex-lovers." I sighed, "She's fucking delusional." "Can you imagine? All those guys she met, she would force them to love her." Tae ask sadly. "Yeah, and it's obvious you can't love a crazy psycho who kills and threatens you..." I added on. "Those poor guys in her creepy underground," Namjoon sighed, "They died so young. And all they wanted was to find real love." We gathered the information and formed a plan.
That night, I sat in my favorite café. I couldn't believe I had to go back there. I let out a small sigh from the slight frustration cooped up inside of me. I missed my sweet boyfriend. The most unbelievable thing is that I had to be back here for a whole different reason. The café was pretty much empty. There was no one else except for me and the a barista cleaning the counter. The barista was actually a friend of ours who worked here. He was part of the plan. The barista went through the staff door and the whole café went silent. I could hear my heart beat unevenly, I was ultimately nervous.
Suddenly, the sound of a tiny bell rang throughout the café, signaling that someone entered. I turned to see the door swinging ever so slightly. Chills ran down my spine. She must've entered. Their was silence again and I took a small sip from my black coffee. All of a sudden, I saw a figure sitting in front of me. I spat out the coffee and wiped my mouth. Janiah sat there smiling, her blonde hair now shoulder-length and red. It was sticking all over the place. Her face had a whole different look and her complexion was a little darker. She slightly reminded me of...no...fuck no! She was smiling so wide, it looked inhuman. And of course, a long slit on the left side of her mouth. She was trying to look like my precious Hobi! What a Mother fucking bitch!
"Hey Yoongi, did you miss me?"
I was ready to wipe that smirk clean off her face but I held back.
"Well, it seems like you didn't."
"But of course I did! What makes you think so badly of me?"
"If you loved me you would have helped me."
"I'LL HELP YOU WITH ANYTHING MY LOVE! I mean...what do you need?"
"Wanna go on a date..."
Janiah's eyes sparkled and she smiled much wider.
"With the jury?"
She stopped smiling and stared at me, eyebrows slightly scrunched together like she was pissed but trying not to show it.
"Come on," I smirked, "It's just a simple debate between us."
"You want me back in that asylum...don't you?"
Her voice was careful and laced with anger.
I frowned at her.
"So you don't love me? Why sweet Janiah, betrayal has never tasted this bitter..."
She looked at me in shock.
"You think I'm sweet?"
"I'm starting to think it's all in the past..."
"No! No! Please! I'll go...for you..."
She looked at me with her wide smile, teeth, gums and all. I could almost see everything through that nasty slit of her mouth.
"See you...next Saturday."
She nodded eagerly, but she didn't look too convinced. I wanted to make sure that she would go so I took her right hand and kissed it. She smiled widely and when I left the coffee shop and was close to my car, I spat and wiped my mouth. It tasted all foul and slutty, I could guess why. Before I opened the car door, I had a horrible gut feeling. I felt like she wouldn't tell the truth. A plan formed in my mind and I went back to the café. Fortunately, she was still there, possibly daydreaming about that kiss on the hand. "Janiah," I called to her. She looked at me and smiled seductively. "Yes?" I wanted to vomit. "Meet me on Wednesday." "What for?" "We're going to have a quick "date" before the big day." With that I left. Later, I heard from our barista that Janiah squealed and fangirled and continuously screamed that I was hers. I rushed to the toilet and vomited for real. Guess my body just couldn't handle that bitch.

A/N: I am terribly sorry!😰 First of all this chapter is weird. It still doesn't exactly satisfy my expectations. Secondly, I wanted to mention Hoseok's thoughts and stuff or at least someone from jail but my mind was blank! Third, I feel like this isn't my best efforts! My body doesn't seem to communicate together and function, co-operate. I fucking hate myself right now😕
Hopefully I can improve myself on the next chap. Adios!

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