Chapter 29: Thank you's pt.2

"So, what is the plan?" you asked the three men inside the room. Yoongi had suddenly graced your time with his presence, Seokjin was feeling a bit better than before, and Taehyung had stayed quiet.

"The plan? What do you think you are planning on doing after this?" Yoongi asked, "The plan was simple, get you and your boyfriend out and leave."

"So, that's it?" you asked, "The end of the story? What about Namjoon, Jimin and Jungkook? Hoseok is dead, and it's because of that monster. He's still roaming free, Yoongi. We can't escape. You saw how I had tried with Hoseok to lead him to his death bed?"

"No one had forced the guy inside the room. Hoseok had led his own way." Taehyung said, "But I do agree with Anne. We can't stop here. We can't save everything, but at least we need a way to make amends with Jungkook."

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Yoongi asked.

"I don't know."

"Right... I even doubt that Jimin is still as in love as he is –"Yoongi grits his teeth –"That bastard had a thing for Jungkook for so long, I wasn't surprised to see his ass."

You rubbed your temple in frustration, "He told me he didn't want to be a part of this. Why did he decide to come in the end."

Yoongi chuckles, "He just said he didn't want to be a part of this, of your side. He was always on Jungkook's side." Realising what yoongi had meant, you felt bitter. Why didn't you think of it sooner, even after Jimin had always hinted Jungkook was somehow special for him.

"Do you think Jimin would betray us?" You asked quietly.

"Betray? He was never on our side, love," Seokjin looks at you sadly, "I had hoped Hoseok was smart. Bringing you to Jimin was just like falling into another trap."

"He wouldn't have helped with my eyes," You argue back," He was the one who had helped. He was –"

"He was also the reason why you can't remember what had happened before. He was the one who had poisoned the tea, and of course, helping with your eyes was just an easy pass for him to have pity. If Jungkook had known you were hurt, he would take Jimin's life as an exchange gift." Yoongi says, "Jimin was cunning, but sympathy made him vulnerable."

"Then let's forget about Jimin. How can we defeat Jungkook?"

"Is there even a way to break through the kid's head?" Yoongi asked, "He is as crazy as he can get. He's far too gone."

"I had hoped that you would remember how to calm him down," Seokjin asked you, "but by the time I had found you again, you couldn't even remember our names let alone yours."

"We can always use me?" your suggestion had caused the three men to look up to you.

"We just took you out of the house, away from him, and you want to jump right in?" Yoongi asked, "I wished Hoseok was here to whisk you away. That is the shittiest idea I have ever heard."

"We can't let you do that; we've tried our hardest leaving the house. You know how disadvantaged we are in the house. Jungkook is everywhere," Taehyung complains, "We are playing in his playground. Don't fuck around."

"I'm sorry, love, "Seokjin whispered quietly, rubbing your back softly, "We just got out, and I agree, we need to beat him in a way he couldn't win. But I can't lose you to him."

"Then we need to play a game not even Jungkook know how to play."

The dark and airy room was darker as the sun kissed the world goodbye. The glimmering moonlight and the soundless snores were the only things that had kept any human sane. Sat in the corner of the room, a pair of obsidian eyes bore into the single bed that decorated the room. There lies a boy snuggling into the bed, sleeping like a log. Not wanting to wake the boy up, the pair of eyes diverted towards the door before slowly getting out of the place.

The pair of obsidians then was greeted with a small living room. How could two rooms look like they have been teleported to different dimensions? Footsteps then decorate the silent room.

Single voice snickers before settling down with a smile latched to the person's face, "Are you sure you are doing the right thing? Everything is getting out of control, and here I thought not seeing him might make you forget," Namjoon snickered, "But old habits die hard."

"Shut up," Jimin silenced Namjoon in annoyance. His anger boils in his mind, "You don't know him as I do. It was always me, who had treated him, I was always there for him, and it's going to be him I will be loving till the end."

"You have chosen your path," Namjoon sat on the sofa across from Jimin, who had his laptop in his lap. He was going through some of the secret documents Namjoon's father had left him, "I do hope the gates of Hell will welcome you with open arms. They are ready to place Jungkook there, but it seems you've dug your grave."

"I brought you here to help, so opinions like yours don't matter," Jimin said. Still, Namjoon couldn't help to smile at a confident panicking man.

"Sure, you don't seem to care about what I had to say, and you don't like my opinions. You don't have to say anything, Jimin, you can choose to ignore my words, but I have the right to say anything I want. Other people would be considerate of your thoughts, but I don't care," Namjoon retorted back.

"I promise to help, but that includes my remarks – you don't like – so it's your problem," Namjoon said, "Welcome to Hell, Jimin. I do hope you're comfortable with the ride down there."

Jimin annoyingly glared at Namjoon, "You act like you don't have a ticket to Hell yourself. May I remind you, Hell even personally invited you?"

"You don't need to remind me, I know. I don't mind a personal invite. I do hope you ready," Namjoon snickered, "Because I've prepared myself since the day this house was built, but you? You were never ready, not then nor now."

Jimin's eyes flicker to Namjoon's daring obsidian. Jimin knew he didn't want to be dragged all this again. His heart and his mind were fighting for dominance. Nor good or bad was speaking any truth for Jimin.

He was ready to just throw himself off a cliff if it meant he stopped to think. Plugging all this madness and finally having a good night's sleep.

"What choice do I have?" Jimin whispered, "I've gone too far to escape. I've hurt many people, and there's no doubt I wouldn't hurt anyone again."

"Yes, and we are also allowed to change. If we know it's wrong, we don't go follow it."

Jimin looked back to see Jungkook, who was sound asleep. The boy had curled up in the corner of the room. The old room he had used since he was a little boy. Namjoon and Jimin had known this place like the back of their minds. Unlike Hoseok, Seokjin and Yoongi, who had been here for not so long, didn't know this place.

The old house

The newspaper clipping you've found was the old house Jungkook had burned down that night. The ruin was then renovated into the mansion it stands now. The original bricks and stories in the old house were still attached to the place. It's a living piece of silent truth.

This part of the house was the only place Namjoon couldn't do anything because it was Jungkook's save heaven. The place we called unhabitable was Jungkook's home. Spending most of his time cooped inside this room was the only place he could think.

The only place he could rest his head peacefully was where the devils couldn't reach him. The only place the voices in his head were forgiving enough to stop torturing the poor boy's mind. The only place they let him rest was the place that hurt him the most.

"I don't have the heart to hurt him at all," Jimin started, "Even before falling for the monster he is, I couldn't forgive myself if he had hurt himself." Jimin then brings a towel in his hands and dabs them carefully at Jungkook's forehead, seeing the boy had been sleeping with nightmares.

"He needs help. We both know he needs the help he can get," Dabbing the rag in the sleeping boy's head carefully, trying not to wake the sleeping man beside him, "He is angry and lonely. All his entire life, he wanted someone to care about him. He just needed someone to understand him."

"He had you."

"Yes, he did. But he never looked at me because I wasn't the right person. He was looking for someone else, and he found her," Jimin said quietly, "An angel in the form of a human, Anne."

"You think she could be the one who can stop Jungkook from his madness," Namjoon chuckles as he drags a chair to sit on the other side of the room, "Are we going to bet on a girl who had no idea about what Jungkook can do?"

"Anne is born because Jungkook is here," Jimin's determined voice turns to Namjoon with a severe look, "She's here because she'll breathe and live for Jungkook. It's her destiny, Namjoon. This is the reason why she is here for the third time!"

"Third?"

"You will not understand any of it," Jimin said, "But I assure you, this is not the first, and Jungkook is meant to be with Anne."

"You talk as if destiny had drawn a line between their lives."

"Why? Don't you believe in terms of reincarnation?"

"I like to believe that fate is twisted but never that understandable," Namjoon answered, "Do you believe in reincarnation?"

Jimin, who was quiet for a moment, stood up from his place before walking to a broken bookcase in the corner of the room. Namjoon eyes follow Jimin as he tries to open the bookcase carefully.

"No, that is until I found out about something interesting," Jimin then flips the book to a particular page of the book.

Hello. I don't think you will know me. No, you shouldn't have known. I created these pages because I hope you will be able to solve the mystery of the house. Whoever you are, you need to help me. I'm afraid that this message will be dangerous for you. I fear your life will be endangered if you hold onto these, but I'm incapable of doing this on my own and need help. I'm afraid that if you somehow reassemble, these pages will also discover the things I desperately tried to hide. If you find them, you get rid of them.

Namjoon eyebrows then furrow in confusion. He looks up to Jimin before the latter hands him the book. Running towards the bookcase before grabbing two more books and showing him the two books.

Three books in total, different writings but the same message.

"I don't believe in reincarnation, nor anything related to it, but not everything could be just a coincidence like this Namjoon. I don't know who I can ask for help. But whatever happened. Jungkook needs to be with Anne. It was the story written for them."