The sun had barely risen over America when Namjoon decided to do something dangerous. Cook breakfast. ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ Standing in the kitchen with an apron tied around his waist, he stared confidently at a recipe on his phone.

Five minutes later, the answer was very clear.

Very hard. (￣□￣;) Flour covered the countertops. Eggshells were scattered everywhere. A frying pan had somehow ended up on the floor. Smoke curled from the toaster, and an unknown orange substance bubbled suspiciously in a pot. Namjoon frowned at the mess.

As if offended by his statement, a cabinet door suddenly detached from its hinges and crashed onto the floor. BANG! Namjoon jumped.

A few moments later, footsteps echoed through the hallway. Yoongi entered the kitchen.

Still half asleep, he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Then he looked up. His yawn stopped. The sleep vanished from his face. Slowly, his gaze moved across the room. The broken cabinet. The smoke. The flour-covered floor. The eggs stuck to the ceiling. The suspicious bubbling pot. Finally, his eyes landed on Namjoon. Silence. "..." (ー_ー;)

*Another pause*

(Namjoon awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.)

*Yoongi stared at him for several seconds. His expression remained completely blank*

(Without another word, he turned around and started walking away. He had seen enough. Unfortunately, fate wasn't finished with him.)

[J-Hope bounced into the kitchen moments later. He was humming cheerfully until he saw the room.]

*His smile disappeared. (⊙_⊙) He stepped backward. Then forward. Then backward again. He looked at Namjoon. Then at the kitchen. Then at Namjoon again.*

(J-Hope looked up and spotted the eggs stuck to the ceiling.)

(J-Hope slowly turned his head and gave him the most judgmental side-eye imaginable.😒)

(At that exact moment, Jungkook strolled into the kitchen while scrolling through his phone.)

[Before Namjoon could defend himself, J-Hope suddenly looked at the clock. His expression changed instantly.]

(The room went silent.)

(J-Hope looked seconds away from fainting. (x_x))

(Meanwhile, Yoongi sighed deeply. A sigh full of disappointment. A sigh full of exhaustion. A sigh that carried the weight of every poor decision this group had ever made.)

[Just then, the toaster exploded. BOOM! (☉_☉) A piece of burnt toast launched across the room and smacked Namjoon directly in the face. Everyone stared. (⊙_⊙;)]

(Namjoon slowly removed the toast from his forehead. "..." (￣ー￣) "..." (・_・) "..." (￢_￢) Yoongi pulled out his phone.)

(Another cabinet door crashed to the floor. CRASH!)

(Meanwhile, in Korea... The house was peaceful. Too peaceful. Which meant something was about to go wrong. (￢_￢) Jin stood in front of the mirror, perfectly dressed for work. He adjusted his tie. Ran a hand through his hair. Then admired his reflection for a full minute.)

(After complimenting himself sufficiently, he walked downstairs. The house was suspiciously quiet. Jin checked the clock.)

(The walls practically shook.)

(Silence.)

(That got their attention. (☉_☉) Upstairs, chaos immediately began. In Jimin's room, a pillow flew across the room.)

(Across the hall, Taehyung was buried beneath three blankets.)

[Jin's voice had startled him awake.]

[Meanwhile, Ji-won was peacefully sleeping. Until Jin's voice echoed through the entire house. Her eyes snapped open.]

[She got out of bed and headed toward the bathroom. Still grumpy. Still ready for violence. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻ Downstairs, Jin was busy making breakfast.]

💭 [Unlike Namjoon, Jin actually knew how to cook. 😂]

(The kitchen remained intact. The eggs were in the pan. The toast was in the toaster. Nothing was on fire.)

[Just then, Jimin entered the kitchen. His hair was messy, but he somehow still looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.]

(A moment later, Taehyung shuffled in. Still sleepy. Still confused. (－_－) zzZ)

(Before Jin could answer, Ji-won walked in. She grabbed a glass of water and immediately sat down. Looking ready to punch someone. (ಠ_ಠ))

(For a moment, the room went silent. (・_・;) Jimin immediately choked on his drink laughing. (≧∇≦)ﾉ Taehyung nearly fell out of his chair. (ﾉ≧∀≦)ﾉ)

[And just like that, another chaotic morning began. (￣▽￣)☕✨]

(After what felt like the longest day of their lives, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, and J-Hope finally boarded their flight to South Korea. The journey had been filled with chaos. Jungkook nearly missed boarding because he was flirting with a flight attendant. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) J-Hope spent twenty minutes judging strangers. (￢_￢) Yoongi slept through almost the entire flight. (-_-) zzz And Namjoon somehow managed to spill coffee on himself before the plane had even taken off. (￣□￣;) Nothing unusual. Several hours later, the plane landed in South Korea. Home. The four men stepped out of the airport and breathed in the familiar air.)

(Before anyone could reply, Namjoon's phone rang. 📱)

(The others noticed the sudden seriousness in his voice.)

(A few moments of silence followed. Then came the answer.)

(Namjoon's face turned pale. (°ロ°))

(For a moment, Namjoon stood frozen. The world seemed to stop.)

(The three men immediately understood. Their smiles vanished. ( ._.) Within minutes, they were racing toward Seoul Hospital in a taxi. No jokes. No arguments. No chaos. Only silence.)

[Seoul Hospital The bright white corridors felt colder than usual. The steady sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway. Tap. Tap. Tap. Namjoon's footsteps grew faster. His chest tightened with every step. When they reached the ICU room, Namjoon stopped. Fear gripped his heart. (╥﹏╥) Then he pushed the door open. Inside lay his grandfather. Weak. Pale. Connected to several machines. The steady beeping filled the room. Beep. Beep. Beep.]

(The room immediately became tense. (・_・;) His voice became quieter. A secretive tone replacing his weakness. Something ancient. Something fearful.)

(The room fell silent. Even the machines seemed quieter.)

(The name itself sounded mysterious. Ancient. Forbidden)

(A chill ran through the room. (°△°|||) Jungkook stopped smiling. Yoongi was fully awake now. (ಠ_ಠ) Even J-Hope looked uneasy. (・_・;))

[The heart monitor beeped steadily. Beep. Beep. Beep.]

(The room suddenly felt colder. ❄️)

(Nobody spoke. Nobody moved. (・・;))

(A long silence followed. The warning hung heavily in the air.)

(The room froze. Even the air felt heavier. The machines continued their steady beeping. Beep. Beep. Beep. No one spoke. No one moved. For the first time... This wasn't a game. This wasn't one of Namjoon's accidents. This wasn't one of Jungkook's jokes. This wasn't one of J-Hope's dramatic moments. This was real. (°ロ°) ! And it was terrifying. ☠️📕🔑🏝️ To Be Continued... (・・;)✨)