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SEOKJIN

Bills. All that came in the mail those days were bills. Jin's parents were rich but the money they left him and the amount of money seven males under roof spent on water, electric and gas were two different sums. He could start working again but where? He didn't have many qualifications aside from 'my dead parents were rich' and a few grades.

God if he could just run away.

NAMJOON

Working was so different to what Namjoon's lifestyle was before. Being in a studio and composing was his dream but it was like his creative light had been switched off. What was worse is he had no idea how to get it back. He was still new around the place. He still had to prove himself surely. But he could't.

He had to repay Jin. There was no way he could just live there and leech off of his rich boyfriend. It wasn't fair.

Perhaps he should runaway again.

YOONGI

Everything was driving him nuts. Jimin had gone back to school and he was alone with his pressuring and demanding thoughts. His head was screaming at him. Why hadn't he got started. Why was he still not making music. Why wasn't he making them proud. All the happy thoughts of being with Jimin and around a good circle of friends was being crushed by his doubt and depression.

So he drank. He drank too much. There was a girl. So what if there was Jimin. He wouldn't know. They weren't dating. Sure he loved him but it wasn't out there. He could just do whatever, whoever he wanted. Right?

Because he couldn't run away from his friends too.

JIMIN

There he was. Little ol' Jimin in his big ol' school in front of the big ol' bullys. There they were. Getting in his face. Testing his nerves. What if he just punched one of them. The rest would surely punch him a lot harder.

But then they brought up what they'd seen. They'd seen him with Yoongi. They were hugging. That was bad. Of course it was bad.

"You got yourself a boyfriend? I wonder how mad he'll be when he finds out you got a date with my fists"

Why couldn't he just run away

JUNGKOOK

"Dad called"

"So?"

"He wants to talk"

"So, I don't wanna talk to him"

"Look little brat I have a thing in this house in an hour. Get lost"

"I live here you can't just tell me to leave"

"I thought you lived with your boyfriend, little fag"

"It'd be better than living here. I'd be getting more dick than any of your disgusting sluts. And what's better. I love Taehyung and he's not gonna go out and fuck someone else"

"That's because he's a twink Jungkook"

"Taehyung is a beautiful boy with much more personality than any out of your favoured prostitute ring. He's kind, smart and honest. I suppose we could all learn from him"

"Fuck off already"

"Maybe I won't come back"

TAEHYUNG

'The boy who stabbed his step-father still hasn't been found. Kim Taehyung aged seventeen has been missing fo-"

Taehyung grabbed the remote and shut the television off. They were closing in on Seoul. It was far but they still came looking. He didn't have much time yet he couldn't just abandoned what he had.

Idiot move Taehyung. Soon you'll be done for.

Just run

HOSEOK

Another therapy session. Another round of invasive questions from someone you'd never met who were bored and really uninterested in you. They just wanted to make sure Hoseok wasn't going to swallow another bottle of pills.

He wasn't suicidal. He didn't have suicidal tendencies. His first experience with near-death was enough to scare him. It scared him into enjoying life. He got friends. His family cared. He still had his life. He was healthy again. He was fine.

If only the therapy sessions didn't exist. But they did.

Can't he just get away?

BANGTAN,

I suppose nothing can be done.