The Six Stages Of Grief {BTS fanfiction}

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Overcome it? What did that even mean?! Who could ever write this? This whole thing was insurmountable and these notes expected them to overcome it?

These were the things that ran through Namjoon's overwhelmed head. The bags under his eyes had gotten so much worse and prominent and his hair was unbelievably greasy and tangled. He looked unkempt and his room was a mess in every way possible. Books and their pages scattered around the room due to his desire to figure this out. The last thing he needed was his loud ringtone to go off, but it did anyway.

The second it went off, Namjoon held his throbbing head in pain because of a headache he was already having and how loud the ring tone was.

"Hello?" He groaned into the phone as he grimaced at the pain in his head.

"Hello, is this Kim Namjoon?" A man asked.

"Yes," Namjoon answered and then quickly downed some medicine to ease the pain.

"We wanted to ask you and your friends some questions about Taehyung and the notes that you have in your possession." The man said.

"Who are you may I ask?" Namjoon asked as irritation made itself known in his voice.

"I am detective Choi with your local police station." He said in with monotonous tone.

"This isn't a case, Taehyung killed himself," Namjoon said slightly shaking his head as if detective Choi could see him.

"His death is very suspicious and when we found out about the notes it showed that we should look into our suspicions."

"Are you saying that you think he was murdered?" Namjoon asked.

"Yes, we do think that there could be a possibility. We need those notes that you have right now. Would you bring them down here?" Detective Choi asked.

"Sure." Namjoon sighed as he held the bridge of his nose and slightly shook his head.

"Perfect." Detective Choi said and then hung up.

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Namjoon walked into the police station and made his way to someone that could show him where to go.

"Um, hello, is detective Choi here?" Namjoon asked a young girl at the front desk who he assumed was the receptionist.

"Yeah, he's just over there." She smiled to Namjoon as she pointed to a man that was to her right. He was at a desk doing some paperwork.

"Thank you," Namjoon said as he gave her a faint smile as he walked to the man.

"Hello," Namjoon said to the detective.

"Ah, you're here." The detective smiled.

"Here are the notes," Namjoon said as he handed them over.

As detective Choi stared at them his welcoming smiled faltered and fell.

"Where were these found?" The detective asked.

"One on each body," Namjoon answered.

"Oh." He said. "Did anything happen before any of the deaths? Anything suspicious?" The detective asked.

"No. When Hoseok died it was an overdose. It made sense, our friend Jin had just died and it hit him really hard. Then we went to the funeral and Taehyung just disappeared, , we went looking for him, but we never found him. When we came back from looking our dorm was a mess and then Tae was found dead. Then Yoongi was just self-destructive he was bound to do it." Namjoon said.

"You don't seem very fond of Yoongi." The detective observed.

"Oh! No! I loved Yoongi like a brother, it's just, Yoongi always was like that. The rest of us were too caught up in other things to even help him. I regret that." Namjoon said with sincerity.

"Ah, I see. Well, we will be looking into this." The detective said and Namjoon took that as his cue to leave.

Namjoon went home and made his way back into his room. He flopped down onto his bed and looked to his right. There sat a framed picture of the seven boys smiling. Namjoon's eyes immediately drifted to Jin's.

"What happened? How could you even know that that would happen? Why didn't you stop it?" He asked, but the Jin in the picture did not move. No answers were given. Namjoon's eyes quickly filled with the neverending tears as he turned his head to the ceiling. What now? No more bangtan. No more friends. No more family. So what now?

Namjoon questioned himself and soon grabbed his phone. He tweeted out one simple line from one of his songs.

'Until the time that we die perfectly, we cannot protect everything'

The first tweet in a month used to tell a small part of a story that no one understands.

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"Hyung? Everyone is freaking out about your tweet? Are you okay?" Jungkook asked Namjoon through Namjoon's bedroom door. No answer.

Jungkook carefully opened his Hyung's door and found the room a mess. Worse than it had ever been, but Namjoon was nowhere to be found. Jungkook searched for any sign of Namjoon, but he only found papers of lyrics or of connections in deaths. Namjoon had probably driven himself into insanity.

Jungkook tried to call him, but he only got the same voice that told him to 'leave a message after the beep'. Jungkook stared out of his window where people walked by on the street below. It had started to rain and Jungkook had lost hope. In the small amount of time that Namjoon was gone Jungkook lost hope. Jin hyung was gone. Yoongi hyung was gone. Hoseok hyung was gone. Taehyung hyung was also gone. And now Namjoon.

Jungkook had Jimin though. His fragile and broken Jimin. For now.

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A/N if you recognize the lyric that the tweet was from you are now my friend.