Chapter 38: Temptation pt.3

Bargaining with the devil was not the choice you would have thought you'll take. It sounds terrible, but you could even put Namjoon beside the devil, and they would cower. He was more clever than most human beings you've met as if he knew something more than what humans do.

"Darling, you are doing this the hard way, just save yourself and get what you need, and I'll have the money." Namjoon snickers, "Because who else will help you if you don't help yourself?"

You were going nowhere; Namjoon was still bargaining with everything he got, and Seokjin was mindlessly agreeing.

"What makes you think having everything you wished for could give you what you want?" You asked Namjoon, who sat smirking at you.

"Everything." He started, "You should ask yourself, how you got yourself right now?"

Namjoon chuckles, "Look at the journey you have already gone through; it's impossible. It's unrealistic and impossible. You, being here. It wouldn't have happened if the people around you didn't have the money to do so."

"The misfortune? Who doesn't have anything in this world? Who chooses to go their way because they have nothing to lose? They lose." Namjoon said, "Do I need to remind you how many have died because of that misfortune?"

"Namjoon." Seokjin had warned.

"Oh, come on, Seokjin, here she is, sitting comfortably. Do you want to know how many lives were put to save you in this place?" Namjoon looks at you.

"Namjoon!" Seokjin took it upon himself shut Namjoon up, and he scoffed in annoyance.

"Whatever, just give me the money," Namjoon said.

"Who told you this world only revolves around money?" You asked, "They must have told you a lie."

"My father." Namjoon said quickly, "No. He just told me what I needed to do. I think we all know what this world is made of."

"Namjoon, the only person that can save you and your greed is yourself." You told him, "You are not your father; no wealth in this world can buy things you want."

Namjoon looks at you, and his eyes burn in rage. He was getting annoyed. "No. I guess you can't. But I can buy people and materials to get what I want."

"You can't use people like that."

"Oh... but I can; you need Money, Anne. Money is what makes a man. Money is the reason why Hoseok and Yoongi failed to have resulting deaths. Money is why Taehyung is like this," Namjoon smirks, "and money is what Jungkook had promised you that day."

"That's a lie."

"He wanted to build a house, a home, didn't he?" Namjoon snickers, "Isn't that what he had promised you?"

"He wanted to build a family."

He laughs, "Money is the reason why you stayed. Not a home you had envisioned."

-

It felt like home, didn't it? Standing over a grand mansion, a familiar place with twisted hallways, mysterious ends, and a thousand doors leading nowhere.

It felt familiar but distant, like a bad memory being played again.

"It feels like home, doesn't it?" Namjoon said sarcastically. It feels like you were ready to run away again. The place felt like it mocks you to an extent; you could hear the laughing halls knocking you as you walked. The site was laughing at you for coming back. It teases you because no matter what happens, you will always be stuck inside the walls.

"You renovate this place," Seokjin said, and Namjoon nodded.

"We did. We have everything we wanted, besides he wanted to make it as homey as possible for someone," Namjoon glanced at you, "but I like to call it a no-way-out kind of vibe."

"You sure can joke."

"I don't joke."

As you three walked through the halls, many things changed, and you noticed it vividly. Walking through the walls, you notice something not there before, things you suddenly saw vividly somewhere.

You look at the walls and realise that it has strips of soft pink in it.

"Do you think it will be funny if our house has strips on it? Like tiny strips visible to those who actually can see?"

"I don't think she; why not? Like a little hidden easter egg?"

"Exactly!"

You suddenly stop walking, your head spins, and Seokjin holds you.

"Are you alright?" he asked worriedly, "Are you feeling sick?"

You look above the ceiling and see the little tinny drawings, and your head starts to hurt again. It was like a truck had hit you so hard your legs trembled.

"Look at those stars. Don't they look like tiny suns?"

"What makes you think like they are?"

"I don't know, but I'm jealous of the skies; its canvas is painted with stars."

"Then I guess I should ask the skies if it will allow me to paint stars in our home too."

You were trembling, and Seokjin held you; it was getting too much for you. Namjoon, who quietly stands back, only watches because he knows what's happening. You were starting to remember things. Things that can be only understood by the two of you.

One left to remember and one left to be placed.

"What's happening? Why is my head spinning like crazy? I – It hurts – "

"You are starting to remember things, and it seems like your memory is trying to show you what you once to remember like a broken deja vu, isn't it?" Namjoon said, "You said you wanted to know, and then I showed you what you wanted."

Seokjin looked at you worriedly because it was hurting you. Understanding the truth hurts you more than you can imagine. This is also why Seokjin, Jimin, Taehyung and others had tried so hard for you not to understand. It hurts. It hurts to remember things you had wished not to place; your memory suppresses those memories in your head for a reason. They don't want to remember.

Namjoon only found a way for Seokjin, who had brought you into a room. You were put into a bed.

"Seokjin?"

"I'm sorry." Seokjin kissed your forehead, and he left you there. Namjoon suddenly took a knife out of his pocket before handling Seokjin, who was willing to be taken and took their leave.

"Where are you going?" you asked them worriedly as Namjoon smiled at you.

"I wanted the money, so I'll ensure I get what I want."

"Let Seokjin go, the money and everything, greed is taking over you!" you tried to stand up but failed because while you were out, Namjoon had locked you over to the bed.

"I hate him! But I need him; he took everything from me and my family; he should pay for what he did." Namjoon seethes.

"By doing what he did with you?" You asked, "You're not the man of the house; you're a puppet."

"I'll be that damn puppet if it means I can escape, be a good little dog, just to bite their owner."