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I'm Crazy With You; I'm Crazy Without You

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*The Next Morning*
I wake up to Namjoon running his fingers through my hair. "Morning, babe." He says. He is standing up dressed for work and his hair is scuffled all over the place, he's wearing a thick black choker that looks more like a thin turtle neck, and he is wearing his black BTS suit that looks like a tux. 'Aish... so sexy.' But the weird thing is, there's more cuts on his hands and face.

"I'm goin' to work. I'm there all day today, the concert is in a few days and we need to get working." I nod and fall back asleep after he walks out of the door. Moments later, I wake up because, the sun is too bright in my eyes. I lie in bed feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin. I roll over to grab my phone off the night stand so I can text him goodmorning. I don't get a text back and he doesn't even read my messages, he must be really busy. It's Japanese though, so I'll give him some time.

I get up and get dressed quickly. The mirror is almost cracked all the way. Should I call room service to take it away? Oh well, I'm just not gonna bother them. I go into the kitchen and see glass everywhere. "Ugh. Great. No wonder he was trying to look innocent." I murmur to myself and walk into the bathroom to at least brush my hair.

The mirror is broke and there is blood in the sink. "Oh my god. I hope he's okay." I say to myself hoping that he didn't get into a fight or something. I see something lying on the floor besides my bed; a small black object. I go over to it and pick it up. "Wow," I say, "Namjoonie's feather is just so amazing." I rub it against my face and smile as I do. It's so soft. I miss him. I want him to come back.

*NJ POV:* I hit my head repeatedly against the mirror in the bathroom. Several times. 'If you wanna know what it is: lust. I need a get away from lust. And I can't stop thinking about her; Alala. I need to practice, but I can't get my rapping straight, nor dancing. Ughhhhhh. I at least need to text her, but they took our phones.'

I hear a knock on the bathroom door and someone opens the door. My eye makeup is running down my face and there is blood on my forehead and my hands and face is sweating really bad. "Namjoonie? What the hell happened?" Jin asks then quickly gets a paper towel running cold water over it. "Alala. I need to text her, Hyung. I need my phone. I need to hear her voice. I wanna kiss her again. And hold her." I answer as he lightly dabs my forehead with the cold, wet paper towel.

"After practice. You can live without her for an hour tops, unless you stay in here, then it'll be longer." Jin says and I say, "Okay then, let's go practice." He says, "Let me clean off your face and help you put on new makeup. Your blood, sweat, and tears are all over your face."

I nod and he wipes my face and puts my eye liner back on me carefully. We walk back into the arena and Jungkook is hanging upside down on a swing, Jimin is eating an apple, V is drinking a full big bottle of some kind of alcoholic drink, Suga the Morpheus is doing his job, J-Hope is pouting on the wall then takes 6 pills at once I just stare at all of them in disbelief.

I say, "These wings are taking us way to far. It needs to stop right now. What are we supposed to do to stop this? Hm?" "I don't know, Hyung." V says then burps. Jungkook is dizzy, all of the blood is rushing to his head. Jimin is eating. Tae is drunk. Suga is asleep. J-Hope looks overdosed on what looks like anxiety pills. Jin hasn't slept in days and he's "wide awake." (As he says.) I'm in love. 'Ugh. I need to text her.'

"Get up, guys we need to practice." I say everybody nods and I say, "Jimin, wake up Suga." He playfully wakes him up by lightly tapping him with his foot and Suga stands up and walks to us with droopy eyes. He picks up a microphone and flips the switch to turn it on. When he does, the microphone flames up in his hand. It disintegrates into little ashes and as they are falling, Suga says, "I was about to say, 'Bultaoreune' then this happens."

Jimin starts to laugh, then V does, then everybody joins in. Suga just stares at the ashes on the ground. V walks over to it and spits on it. Nothing happens. Jimin kneels down to look at it and cups his hands over the ashes, squeezing his hands together tightly. He picks up his hands and there isn't a single piece of ash on the floor.

We all stare at Jimin's closed hands until he blows on his hands and opens them revealing a perfect, mint condition, microphone. "Woah," J-Hope says, "Daebak." Suga asks, "H- How did you-" "It's my power." He replies quickly. "Have you found out yours yet?" Suga shakes his head. "It's probably Sleeping." Jin says and everybody laughs with him.