"Nice to meet you Taehyung! I like you!" Jimin's eyes turned into thin lines when his cheeks pushed them up into a smile.

"Dang. So I have to cook?" Namjoon whined when he gained consciousness. The other three nodded in unison.

"It was your wish to cook wasn't it?" Asked Yoongi.

"I shouldn't have told my wish to Jin-"

"PLEASE, CALL ME JIN!"

The boys turned their heads to the stage where Jin stood with a microphone waving at them. Soon some staff took the microphone away.

"How does he do that?" asked Yoongi, mouth agape.

Jin walked amongst the tables for easier access to all residents. Everyone was divided into teams of four occupying each table.

Looking among themselves, Jimin asked seriously, "Do you think we'll be in trouble for choosing only Koreans in our team?"

Jin raised his hand and said, "Let's play Cook like Ramsey!! Please reveal the content of your baskets. "

Jimin took off the white cloth covering the basket. Eyes widened in shock, his jaw dropped. There were two apples, peanut butter, a whole chicken, corn kernels and chocolate bars.

The air was filled with murmurs and Jin spoke again. "Today you will be making a Gordon Ramsey special. Find the recipe from the internet and cook like Ramsey!"

Jin pointed at Namjoon and said with a smile, "You are welcome."

As the boys turned to Namjoon in anguish, Namjoon turned to stone in utter shock.

Once the task was completed, with everyone's dishes ending in complete disasters, Jin asked them to clean up the table themselves. "Cleaning up afterwards is as important as cooking. So please maintain hygiene while you cook and clean. Please don't throw away the apple seeds and chicken blood. We'll be reusing it."

Jimin pouted as he munched on an apple, watching Namjoon clean up the table. Taehyung occupied the seat next to him and Jimin immediately shared a piece of his apple.

Watching them happily snacking on fruits, Yoongi murmured, "Handsome b***tards... I miss girls."

"So... how are you finding the retreat?"

Jimin asked while walking alongside Yoongi, accompanying him to his room.

"Not bad," said Yoongi and added, "Although, I wished there was internet."

"Absolutely not," Jimin shook his head, "One month of staying away from the internet will be good for you. It will help you clear your thoughts."

They walked further down the stone path that led to the beach. On either side of the path were the stay as independent attached one bedrooms.

Yoongi spoke after some time, "You are talking about that night aren't you?"

Jimin shrugged first, then said, "I'm not talking about any night. But if you want to, I won't stop you."

Yoongi smiled and asked, "Is that why you dragged me here?"

"No. I'm just dropping you off," said Jimin innocently.

"I meant, to the Retreat. To this secluded island."

"Aaah maybe," Jimin shrugged again.

Yoongi smiled and said, "I will think about it."

Soon they were outside Yoongi's room. "Sleep well," said Jimin before he turned to leave. Yoongi waved goodbye and turned to his door and that's when he realized. He had forgotten his keys inside the room.

"Sh*t!" He smacked his head with his palm. "What's wrong?" Jimin asked.

"Forgot my keys..."

A few minutes later, the two men stood outside Yoongi's room again.

"What will you not do?" Asked Jimin, holding up the spare key they had got from the reception. They were lucky to have found Amy on the way who helped speed up the process.

"Forget my keys in the room," Yoongi said with absolutely no sincerity.

"And who always saves you?"

"Park Jimin," Yoongi yawned as he completed his moral lessons.

"Good boy," Jimin patted the sleepy guy's head before unlocking his door.