"Jimin, stop." Yoongi sighs. Jimin has been pacing back and forth and his anxiety is starting to affect the whole house. As soon as the both of them got back, Jimin went from one room to another and banged on their door until they all got up, confusion written all over their face. "You're making me dizzy."   "What's going on?" Jungkook asks for the nth time. Jin has this concern in his eyes but he decides not to flood Jimin with more questions. He waits, because he feels like Jimin would tell them once he has calmed down.    "Jimin!" Yoongi calls in a stronger tone.    Jimin turns to him with a look that is hard to understand. Panic?    "Sit down." Yoongi says but Jimin shakes his head quickly.    "Everybody go pack your stuffs. We're leaving."   "What?" Jungkook whines. "You said that's not going to happen!"   "That was before I went to get Yoongi."   "What happened out there? Seriously, you're making me worried sick!"   "Just go get your stuffs. Everyone! We're leaving now."   Yoongi pulls Jungkook back by his wrist and sighs. "We're not leaving."   "We are." Jimin insists once again. He looks over to Jin, "We are. Go get your stuffs."   "We're not leaving." Yoongi says again in a rather calm tone. Namjoon has enough and he throws his arms in the air.    "We're leaving or not? Now I'm getting dizzy."    "We're not."   "We are."   "Ugh!!"    "We're not." Yoongi stands up. "Jimin just has a long night. False alarm. Everyone go back to bed."   "Are you sure?" Namjoon jerks his chin toward Jimin. "He looks like he's just seen a ghost."   "False alarm." Yoongi repeats. "Bed. Now."   Once everyone's back to their rooms, Jimin pulls Yoongi to face him. He does look like he's just seen a ghost, or worst. His eyes dilate with fear, fat sweats cover his forehead and neck, his breathing hard. It's hard for Yoongi to admit but this is the worst he's seen Jimin, not even when he was sick did he look this distraught.    "What was that?" Jimin questions. "You clearly felt what I felt. That wasn't a coincidence that your necklace was receiving such a strange vibe."   "I'm surprised you felt that too, considering you weren't even wearing it anymore."   "Yoongi! This ain't the time!"   "Relax, please," Yoongi sits back down. The vibe the necklace received earlier was one he has never thought he'd ever feel it again. He remembers it too fondly—the embrace of his mother. If this necklace has kept Jimin alive for unnaturally long years, Yoongi can only hope his mother has made one for herself too. When he first put it on, after the cold lake incident, he experienced a rush of memories flashing one after another until his head was spinning from all the sudden reminder. It was as though the necklace was trying to point him toward somewhere—here. "There's nothing to worry about."   "Nothing to worry about?" Jimin echoes his words in a more mocking tone. "The necklace only comes to life when there's bad omen around. Remember the drought village?"   "Or maybe when there's another one around. Have you ever thought of that?"   "Another one?" Jimin pauses. "What, you mean there's another necklace hanging around the neck of someone in this city? That's ridiculous and impossible."    "Why is it impossible? You didn't even know what my mother was capable of. No one did."   "Yoongi," there's a hint of burden and sadness in Jimin's voice as his calls. It is something Yoongi isn't quite sure he's ready to hear. "How do I say this?"   "What?"   "There can't be another necklace."   "Explain."   Jimin in a deep breath. "Your mother used the ashes from when she turned you to make the stone you're wearing now. I was there when she created it. She used up every dust of your remain. Unless there's another person turned, there can't be another stone."   "Another person turned," Yoongi murmurs. He knew, somehow, that that is possible. The feeling was too strong, he felt as though he and the other person was connected. And he is sure there is another necklace. "Maybe I was mistaken, then." He says, finally, to calm Jimin down.    Jimin nods. "So we need to leave this place now. Something is definitely going on. We can't risk it."   "Give me a few days, please."    "What? What for?"   "Just trust me"   "Like that is supposed to make me feel better."   Yoongi chuckles to himself and stands up. He places both his hands on Jimin's shoulders and proceeds pushing him toward his room. Jimin mumbles his complaint along the way but that's it. Before he closes the door, he turns to Yoongi with genuine concern in his eyes.    "If you know something, anything at all, don't keep it to yourself. I'm here for you."   Yoongi nods.    Once the door's closed, he turns to his left to find Taehyung. The younger boy also seems very concerned, but he asks nothing until they're both back into Yoongi's and Jungkook's bedroom.    "So what are you planning?" Taehyung asks. Yoongi plops down on his side of the bed, careful enough not to wake Jungkook up. There is something he feels like he must only keep to himself. Even though Taehyung should be an exception case, he still doesn't think it's good to just tell him. "Yoongi? Does he not hear me?"   "I hear you, I'm sorry." Yoongi replies quietly.   "What are you going to do?"   "I don't know, Tae, I have a lot on my mind."   "I feel like you should listen to Jimin this time. He knows when danger is approaching."   Yoongi considers. He knows too. He knows there's something fishy about this place and its tight security system at the gate. In one glance, it has looked as though the place is surrounded by invisible force field as if trying to protect itself from something. And for someone whose life has always revolved around supernatural elements, it's not hard to see.    "Don't rush into danger," Taehyung goes on. "It's smart to know when to back off or run away. Life doesn't have to be about marching forward all the time. Yoongi? Do I make sense?"   "Yes," Yoongi simply nods.    "So what are you waiting for? Come on, let's pack."   "Just a moment, Taehyung. Just a moment. I need to think."   "Yoongi…"   Yoongi looks up at his younger friend. The moonlight coming through the window makes Taehyung looks almost transparent, which is a stab to Yoongi's heart because he is constantly reminded that Taehyung is no longer a part of their world. What would it take to change that?   Will magic do?   If magic is the answer,   Yoongi reaches for the red stone around his neck. This is magic.    If he can find someone who can practice it, he can have his wish granted.    But which wish? His mind asks him. The wish to turn yourself back into a dragon, or the wish to bring Taehyung back?   Why not both? Yoongi tells himself.    He smiles at Taehyung, "We're staying here. Just a few more days, I promise."   -   When Jimin wakes up the next morning, he finds the house strangely calm. He quickly bathes himself and changes into a fresh outfit before he goes downstairs to the kitchen. In there, Namjoon is fanning the cooker and Jungkook running around looking for towels. Jin is sitting at the dinning table eating his cereal, and Yoongi is nowhere to be found.    "Ahh," he exclaims to himself. Why hasn't he heard this ruckus from upstairs is a mystery. Jin looks up when Jimin enters and flashes him a light smile.   "Morning~"   "Morning," Jimin sits down next to him. He jerks his chin toward Namjoon, "Do I need to know?"   "No."   "Okay." He takes a bite out of Jin's cereal. "Where's Yoongi?"   "You don't need to know that either," Jin says with a hidden smirk. Jimin swallows with sudden jealousy