"It was. I don't -- I can't remember when I last laughed." Namjoon frowned as he tried to remember. A proper, real laugh like that? God. He thought back as far as he could but it took some time. "When I was sixteen, before everything went to shit, I wrote a rap for my brother and he was bad at it... that was the last time I laughed." Shit. Was it that long? That was insane. He hadn't even thought about it like that before.

His stomach churned as he thought about laughing, about Yoongi, and he leaned forward suddenly to hold his stomach. It felt bad. Everything did. "It's not anxiety or panic. I'm not Tae. I'm sick. Something is wrong with me." He squirmed and tried to breath. "This isn't fair, I just got power. I can't be sick through it."