"I just took over a loony bin and I'm sure the cops are gonna storm this place in like three days. We have three guns and I'm already concerned that the immates need more support to not accidentally kill themselves in those three days. Nah, man, you're not too dumb for me. I may be just right." Sticking his tongue out a little, he laughed. And then he froze, a little shocked and unsure what to do. He just laughed. He was laughing, smiling, talking like he had a friend.

And like that, Namjoon felt something snap. What was happening? He gulped hard and got up, trying to open a window so he could breath. "It's hot-- it feels hotter. Is it hot to you? I can't-- it's hard to breathe."