I had dozed off next to J-Hope, hoping to catch up on my sleep since most of the night had been filled with nightmares.

Luck seemed to be against me, because it seemed that at this particular point in time, everyone had decided that it was the appropriate time to crowd into this room and turn on pumping music that made my butt vibrate against the floor, which made it very hard to relax and sleep.

Add to that the fact that Star and Suga were screaming about swag, and someone was doing discombobulated dances against me, it was not easy to rest.

"Go away," I mumbled, curling towards a now-awake J-Hope, trying to keep him from moving away.

Unfortunately, he must have felt like he needed to keep up his happy act, because soon he was up screaming, no doubt dancing with everyone else. If we weren't on the ground floor, I think the floor would've given out with all the bouncing and pounding going on.

I finally caught a break, or so I thought, when I felt a light ruffling of my hair, and then heard a voice saying "yah, leave her alone. She had a long night."

"Ah, thanks Namjoon-ah," I murmured, smiling lightly to myself.

Unfortunately, any authority Namjoon had over them dissolved as soon as I spoke, because then people were hooting and hollering, crowding us.

"Yah, I told you! I told you," Star's voice yelled, obviously happy about whatever she thought she was right about.

"Ah, Rap Monster never let's anyone call him Namjoon. This isn't fair, I want to call him Namjoon," Jimin complained, and I imagine he was pouting cutely.

"Yah, he must like her more than us," V agreed, his deep voice sounding like he was feigning hurt.

"Ahh, Thanks Namjoon-ah!" A voice shrill and slow spoke out, mocking me.

I opened my eyes glaring, slowly rocking myself up to my feet. It probably didn't help my case that I grabbed onto Namjoon's wrist when I almost fell over, but there was nothing I could do about that.

"I don't sound like that!" I complained, crossing my arms and glaring at Jungkook, who I suspected had spoke.

Levi - no, Angel was grinning next to him, holding onto his shoulder while he grinned in a way that reminded me of a bunny.

"I don't sound like that," he spoke in a high voice, still mocking me. I said nothing, this time simply shoving his shoulder and pushing my way out of the crowd of hollering boys.

Star threw her arm around me, smirking widely and pulling me around the room.

"So, when are you gonna fuck him?" She spoke bluntly, and I nearly gagged on my spit.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I choked out, looking away awkwardly.

"Oh come on Sin, what happened to lust and gluttony or whatever? Live life in the moment. Just make sure it's when everyone's out on a job so we don't have to hear you dirty dogs," she teased, nudging my shoulder.

"Yeah whatever, I think Suga is looking for you. I'm sure you named him that, after suck-" Star slammed her hand over my mouth before I could finish.

"Unless you want me to talk about that explicit stuff, don't bring it up," she warned, bumping my hip with hers and sending me tripping forward.

Too late I noticed that Namjoon was in front of us, and I slammed into his surprised arms, palms butting against his chest and making him take a step back to keep us both upright.

"Ah! Sorry Nam-" someone's elbow smacked against my back, pressing me farther against Namjoon, "joonah!"

"Ah she said it again," Star yelled, and I shoved off of Namjoon's chest, turning around.

"You did that on purpose!" I accused, pointing my finger at her. She said nothing, staring at me with a blank face, batting her eyelashes innocently.

"Yah, stop being cute, that wasn't fair!" I complained, furiously trying not to blush, as I could still feel Namjoon's chest against my hands like the ghost of a feeling.

Jimin came up next to me, reaching his arm to wrap around my shoulders before frowning, probably because I was a little taller than him. Add to that the heels, and it was a noticeable distance.

"Babe, why don't you fall on me?" Jimin asked, his puffy cheeks making it look like he was trying out aegyo.

"Ah, don't say that, I don't want to fall on anyone," I whined, pulling away from him and sitting next to Suga on the couch. He seemed to be the least likely to tease me so aggressively, as it looked like he was half asleep.

"Aish, everyone is so weird today," he mumbled, and I looked at him in surprise. His voice sounded so sweet, even though he looked like he could kill you with one look.

"Yeah," I spoke softly, waiting for him to yell at me or make a joke. He didn't, he simply stared at Star and J-Hope dancing before falling still. After a while, I figured he was asleep, so I groaned lightly. Now I was awake and it looked like most everyone had calmed down.

I stood up and looked around, not seeing Namjoon anywhere.

Maybe he's in his room?

I tried to ignore the fact that if anyone saw me walking to his room, I'd never hear the end of it, but everyone seemed distracted. I took the chance, creeping over to the door.

I opened the door, peaking my head in. I didn't see him. I was about to back out when I spotted the picture frame face down on the bed.

I wonder what it was, it seemed to make Namjoon sad....

I fought with myself over whether or not I should snoop, before curiosity won over and I slipped into the room, closing the door gently behind me.

I tiptoed to the bed, sitting cross-legged on it before reaching for the picture.

My hand was shaking. This. This could be it, this could explain why I felt an eerie, somber presence in this place, why it felt like all these boys were tortured, especially evident in Namjoon and J-Hope. This could explain the ghostly air about this group.

I took a deep breath and grabbed the picture frame. I wasn't gentle enough, and the back broke open. A slip of paper fell out, and my heart hammered as I reached for it.

I intended to put it back into the frame and close it, but I saw neat writing on it.

There were lines of words, all in different languages. I recognized Korean, and what looked like Chinese symbols.

The very last line was in english.

I squinted my eyes, my heart pounding in fear at being caught.

I'm so sorry Jin. Come back, I can't do this without you.

What was this? Who was Jin?

My fingers trembled, and it took a moment for me to manage to hide the paper back into the frame, hooking the latch before turning the picture over.

There was a picture of Namjoon standing next to a very handsome man, with plump lips and expressive eyes, both of them sporting wide smiles. Namjoon's arm was thrown around the other boy's, both doing a cute pose, Namjoon with peace signs and the other doing something that resembled the gwiyomi dance.

I felt tears spark in my eyes, because I knew something bad must have happened to this man. Maybe he was shot by another gang. Maybe they had a fight and he moved. Maybe he was sick and died. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Gulping my heart back into my chest, I put the picture back down, turning around to walk out.

I felt bad. I didn't have any right to snoop into their personal lives, it was none of my business. They were hurting and I was here digging around to bring up things that were best left buried.

I exited the room, and ran into Namjoon's chest. Again.

That seemed to happen a little too much for my liking. Or maybe too much to my liking, that might be the problem.

"What were you doing?" He asked, his voice sounding suspicious.

Shit, he knows, he knows.

I gulped lightly, trying to gather my wits.

"I was looking for you..." I mumbled, biting my lip to hold back my nervous laughter. I don't want to give anything away, but my mind was too full of scenarios to explain who this Jin was and why he was gone.

"Well you found me," he said, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I did," I said, taking a deep breath and ducking past him.

I had found a lot more than I had bargained for.