Anpanman (still on break, unfortunately)

Chapter 32

Jimin's POV

Just a few minutes ago... I was peacefully sleeping in my bedroom. So tell me, how the frick frack did I end up living with two strangers without even knowing it?

"A little introduction wouldn't hurt us. My name is Namjoon, 22 years old, pleasure to make new friends, I guess?"

"I'm Taehyung, 21 years old, nice to meet you all. What about you blondie?"

"Jimin. Same age as you."

The three of us talked, asking questions, getting to know each other, the usual thing you would do once you meet a stranger that you know very well would be your friend. As soon as we know it, we were laughing with each other.

I guess they aren't as bad as I thought.

Author's POV

"Sir, the mission was a success," a man announced to the guy that was sitting on the chair–I mean, the throne.

"Good job. Now, get those keys. The gas bomb causes memory loss, but they still know some things about themselves. The effect will wear off after 1 month, so you better bring me those keys before they regain their memories back. While you're at it, kill the girls."

"Yes sir," the man bowed before leaving the throne room.

Namjoon's POV

"Mr. Ghosts, can you please lower thy voices? C'mon, there is a person sleeping here," a raspy voice interrupted our talk. We faced the direction of the voice, only to see a black-haired man, almost as tall as Jimin, and by his facial expression, you could see the annoyance we accidentally caused him.

So I'm gonna ignore the fact that he called us ghosts?

"Looks like we have another housemate. Hi! My name is Taehyung, nice to meet you, new housemate!"

"I didn't ask, but ok. My name is Yoongi, 23 years old, you didn't ask, I know, but I'm still gonna say it cuz I'm Yoongi. You guys aren't ghosts, are you?"

"Yes, we are not ghosts. Pretty sure you don't even know that there are more people living in this house other than you, right?" I replied.

"Yep."

"And I'm pretty sure that you don't know who we are."

"Uh huh."

"The name's Namjoon. The blond beside me is Jimin, pleasure to meet yet another housemate of ours."

"To be honest, same," Yoongi sat next to me. It seems like his sleepiness faded away. We started yet another conversation, but this time, with another person.

A few minutes had passed, and we heard silent creaks that came from a door.

So... there are 5 of us? Wow. Oh wait, there are approximately 7 of us, just great.

"YAAAH! Who you? Who you? Who are you guys? I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIEEEE!" A broad-shouldered guy shouted.

"My good jams, calm down! I don't even know who you guys are, but I'm not shouting, am I?" The brunnette beside him spoke.

"AYOOOO! HIIII! I don't know who you guys are, but I think that this is a perfect opportunity to have new friends. My name is Hoseok, 22 years old, NICE TO MEET YOU!" Hoseok introduced... shouted out, I guess.

"How come most of you are so calm about this? You guys could literally be robbers or worse... killers!" The same guy that shouted just a few minutes ago shrieked again.

"Please stop shouting, you're literally being a killer by murdering my eardrums. I'm not a killer, and I'm pretty sure neither of them are because they would've killed us minutes ago and stole everything from this house," the boy beside him stated once again. Surprisingly, he calmed down. He probably realized that.