Sat in the room alone for such a long period of time had pushed Yoongi to the edge of his sanity. Silence and suffering surrounded him like an oddly comforting blanket was quickly ripped away from him when a heavy footfall exploded through the room. "Yoongi..." An all to familiar deep voice crooned. The voice wasn't a natural smooth deep but rather a gravelly mechanical type of deep that had recently began to haunt Yoongi's dreams, also becoming fuel for his newfound anger that seemed like a never ending raging fire now that the figure had entered the room.
"What?" Yoongi snapped back.
"I thought you might want to know that your precious little leader is here."
The other replied the malice clear in his voice.
"W-what? No. Namjoon isn't here." Yoongi replied refusing to accept that he was here as well.
"I thought that you'd say that." It said. Yoongi could just imagine the smug look they must have on their face right now. "Come in!"
A space opened in the wall and Namjoon walked through a dazed look on his face.
"Namjoon..." Yoongi whispered in disbelief.
"He can't hear you. I had him sedated earlier. It's all he can do to stand." The figure almost laughed.
"You-!" Yoongi growled. " I will kill you. You $&28;:7# #&2&4*28**38::&£'÷<¤♡=}×}*3&*'&@&!&!!!"
"Calm down." The person in front of Yoongi loomed genuinely intimidated,
their arms raised in surrender edging slowly backwards. "He'll snap out of it soon. But for now you've got some thinking to do." The person chuckled before leaving the room - and more importantly Yoongi alone with Namjoon.
"RM?" Yoongi hesitantly asked. "Namjoon? Can you hear me?" As soon as the last words had left his chewed lips Namjoon crumpled to the floor. "Namjoon! Oh my god... I'm going to kill that guy!" Yoongi screamed.

Jimin breathed a heavy sigh. This was it. The door creaked when he opened it. The sound made Jimin shiver as he entered the large room. Empty space seemed to swallow him whole as he adventured into the room. A small plain black box stood in the centre of the room. A ticket booth Jimin thought, although when he drew nearer he clearly saw the silhouette framed by the metal and  wooden ledge. A figure draped in the same black material and hidden by the same white mask stood as solid as a statue. Before Jimin could do anything he stepped back and looked round the room for the first time. Splashes of brightly coloured paint adorned the walls creating a haphazard collage of madness all around the room. Jimin's head began to spin. Maybe that was the idea he thought. He stepped forward hesitantly and placed his deeply treasured picture into the wooden ledge. "It's now or never" Jimin mumbled trying not to shake to much as his anxiety threatened to engulf him.

Edited by @itz_juzt_aidan (on Instagram)