RAMEN

(JIMIN'S POV)

I couldn't avoid the tears streaming down Jungkook's face when he opened the door. I told him to be gentle with Taehyung, but I don't believe Taehyung was gentle with him. I'm not blaming Taehyung, but I only hope he didn't go too harsh on him.

I knock softly on his door. A crying Jungkook opens the door, sniffing.

"Do you need something else?" He says, trying to stop his tears from falling. I don't like seeing him like this. I hug him and he lays his head on my shoulder, sobbing.

"Everything's over now, time will fix it. You didn't lose me and Taehyung will come around some day." I caress his back.

He pulls away, trying to stop his runny nose with his black sleeve. "I told him everything, now you can talk to him. He has to forgive you, okay?"

I nod. "I'm going to think about something. I want to talk to him again tonight."

He nods. "Hyung, can I ask you something?" I hum. He stares at me for a few seconds and I unconsciously walk a few centimetres away, just in case. "Nothing, forget it." He smiles, through his tears. "Thank you for not hating me."

I put my hand on his shoulder. "I would never hate you, Jungkook. I know you can't control your feelings. Nobody can."

He nods. "I want to be alone now, I need time to think."

I smile and he closes the door.

I go to Namjoon's room and I get in without knocking. "Namjoon, I'm hungry."

"Can you at least knock?" Namjoon says.

He's laying in bed, Seokjin's next to him.

"You aren't doing anything." I say, sitting at the end of the bed. "Seokjin hyung, I'm hungry."

"I think we've ramen. Should we all eat ramen while watching TV?"

"Yeah, but we don't have one," Namjoon says. "Don't worry, I bought one when we got home. I think we should also buy new sofas."

"I like the ones we've now." Seokjin says.

"It has been more than 30 years since these sofas were made, we should get new ones."

"I agree with Moni." I say. "I'll start to make ramen." I get out of the room. The last thing I hear is Seokjin say something about how vintage they look and that it fits the living room perfectly.

I knock on Hoseok's door. "Hyung, help me make dinner." I stay outside until he opens the door, but he closes it right behind him and starts walking towards the kitchen.

"What do we have? I'm starving."

"Ramen."

Hoseok grabs the ramen from one of the cabinets. "Everyone wants to eat now?" He asks.

I shrug. "Taehyung and Jungkook probably not, although Seokjin will force them to eat."

He starts warming up the food. My stomach groans, I should have eaten more before going shopping.

(YOONGI'S POV)

I was the last one to come to the living room. I sit on one of the corners of the green sofa, next to Hoseok.

"Can I start now?" Jimin looks impatiently at the food.

Seokjin nods and Jimin starts sipping the pasta as if there's no tomorrow.

"Aren't Taehyung and Jungkook coming?" I ask.

Namjoon shakes his head. "They've to deal and heal by themselves first."

I focus on my food. "This one is better than the one we ate there. I forgot I liked human food more." I chuckle to myself. "By the way, I've good news and bad news."

"Spill the tea." Jimin says, his bowl of ramen is almost empty.

"I could talk with Charles, he answered my messages." I look at Hoseok and he only nods. "He told me they're okay, they left to another world."

"My dad, too?" Seokjin place the bowl on the table. I nod and Seokjin looks finally at ease.

"The bad news is that we lost Third Heaven. They don't know what's going to happen next. Did you know that Red Men attacked two more worlds beside ours? Do we have to win here to be able to come back? Are we really the heroes?"

"We must win, guys. If we win, Third Heaven is ours again. If we lose. . . Let's not think about it." Namjoon says. "Also, I didn't know about it. How did you know?"

"Charles told me so, he said everyone is talking about it. What is more, everyone has faith in us." I say. "Anyway, not everyone could leave our world, though, there are missing people. They think Red Men have them."

"They want them as their slaves?" Jimin asks, resting his arms on the table. "Or will they kill them?"

I shrug. "I don't think they will kill them. They'll probably use them as slaves, like you said, or hostages. But we need to focus on what can we do here, do you have a plan, brain?"

"Indeed. I'll tell you about it tomorrow morning, we'll also start training tomorrow."

"Where?" Hoseok asks.

"You'll know it tomorrow." Namjoon grabs all the empty bowls and throw them in the bin. "That means you can't go to sleep too late today, you need all your energy for tomorrow. I would like to remind you that we're not on vacation."

"Yes, sir." Jimin says. "It's the second night here, chill a bit. Because you live in a honeymoon with Jin every day, doesn't mean that my life is the same. I still have to fix a serious misunderstanding."

"We don't live in a honeymoon and I understand your problems, but don't forget dying is worse than losing your lover."

"Oh, really?" Jimin says, sarcastically. "If they kidnap Seokjin again, I'll remind you this."

"Don't put me in the middle." Seokjin says. He has the food for the other's ready in two trays.

I feel my phone buzzing in my thigh. Charles is calling me, I almost forgot about it. I answer, locking myself in my room. I should tell him to do video call next time and have some fun.