The Business Place | k.nj + k.sj

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≪3rd P.O.V.≫
≪Old Ways≫

There will be a trigger warning in this update, if it makes you uncomfortable then please don't read it

There are a lot of dark themes mentioned and I don't want to hurt you, the reader, if you are sensitive to these topics. Please police yourself.

It had been a few weeks since the note incident. A few weeks since Seokjin feels like his life is spiraling out of control.

Only a few things would help him feel as though he was in control of his body once more...

There were people practically camping outside of his apartment building trying to get even a glimpse of him for the camera. He's started to work from home more and more since he's being harassed in the streets.

This is where he is now.

Laid on his bed in days old clothes, stained and retched smelling. His hair a mess with tear marks dried on his face. He hasn't gotten out of the bed for anything except to go to the restroom.

He'd started taking double the dose of his anti-depressants - in the end it led to absolutely no change to his mind whatsoever, can't say the same about his body.

He ended up screaming at Hoseok and Jungkook over the note. Tears of frustration flooding down his cheeks as he yelled so hard his throat still throbbed when he drank water. Neither of them have contacted him since, leaving him to wallow in his anxiety and regret.

Little did he know that if he just left his room for thirty seconds, he'd see the pile of notes that Hoseok, Jungkook, and Jimin have been sliding under his front door for days now. Most saying how sorry they were, some from Jungkook saying he misses him at work, and Jimin's lovely notes about wanting some of his recipes so that he can feed Jungkook and Hoseok better.

His phone had been the only thing charged routinely, since it was his only way of communication with Namjoon. Namjoon-

A buzz of his phone brought Seokjin out of his trace of staring at the ceiling and crying for no reason. He looked over to his screen to see a random text to come through at nine at night.

'Go take a shower'

He wanted to scoff so bad.

Hoseok knew what was better for him that his own self.

Nevertheless, Seokjin picked himself up out of bed and trudged over to the bathroom on his weak legs. He hadn't bothered grabbing fresh clothes, but it was a miracle he was even taking the advice given and cleaning himself in the first place.

He didn't stay under the stream of freezing cold water for long, but it was long enough to get the musk off of him from laying in bed. He got out and wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom.

He actually liked the sound of slipping and cracking his head open.

Seokjin grabbed one of his, rare, short sleeved shirts and pulled in on over his head after drying off his chest and back. Next throwing on a clean pair of boxers and finally grabbing his phone and leaving his room to grab something to eat - all for Hoseok's peace of mind.

All of those thought rushed out of his mind once he glanced at the various colored notes littering the front doorway. He padded over to them and scooped them all up into his trembling hands, taking them to his small dining table.