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5

As if I can't even control myself. As if I'm a character in a video game.

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Jin wakes up in the middle of the night, the buzzing of a fan in the distance. Soft snores come from the still asleep man beside him, who seems to be peaceful.

Looking around, Seokjin's eyes adjust to the somewhat calming darkness, yet he can still hear echoes piling around him. Taking the soft velvety blanket that covers his knees, he pulls it up over his head and hides in the gentle fabric.

I'm still here~

"No... go away!" Jin whisper yells, his knuckles turning white as he holds desperately to the blanket.

You can't get away from me. You know what you did, I'm going to take you for it.

"Stop... please... it wasn't my fault!" Jin's voice speaks, muffled slightly as he clings to the cover, trying to eliminate all disdain that his heart was holding.

Oh please, they kicked you out for that. All those years having to live with a filthy murderer. I'm here to take you away, you won't be able to hurt anyone anymore.

"N-no, I didn't mean to! Please don't do this!"

Jin feels something warm wrap around him, his heartbeat increasing as he immediately responds by struggling.

"Seokjin hyung, nothing's there. It's in your head. Calm down." Namjoon says, pulling the frigid man to his chest. "It's not real."

Jin attempts to settle his breathing, subconsciously tilting his head into the crook of the silver haired man's neck out of habit. The echoes subside, small yet anxious breaths escaping the pinkette's chapped lips. "I-I'm sorry for waking you."

"Don't worry about it, this is what I'm here for." Namjoon responds, his emotionless tone somehow comforting to the older. "If something like this happens again, come straight to me, ok?"

"Namjoon why are you being so nice to me? I'm a stranger, you barely know me, yet you're comforting me. I don't deserve thi-"

"Shush." Namjoon interrupts, his arms holding tightly onto the paranoid man. "It would be more messed up if I hadn't given a damn in the first place."

"But why?"

"It's not everyday that you find a stranger who has an enigma as life piercing as your own." Namjoon states, his deep breathy voice still not portraying any possible emotion yet through his words having an impact. "And despite not being very emotional, I wouldn't just leave you in pain. I can't just do that."

Jin sniffles slightly as he holds onto the thick fabric of the younger's sweatshirt, keeping any tears from escaping his eyes. "It's so difficult to live like this... having a constant guilt of your past build up on some stupid disorder."

"But you're still living."

Jin's breath hitches, his body shaking slightly as he depends on the close hold of the man who might still be a bit of a stranger, but a trustable one at least. He's right. He is still alive, despite having his mind against him. He's still moving along.

"Want some tea? I hear camomille helps with sleep." Namjoon verbalizes, feeling the curt nod against the tan skin of his neck.

It's then, that he almost feels happy.

-=-=-=-

"Fuck. You." A brown haired man scoffs, digging a rusted butter knife into the painfully scratched table in front of him. "I'm not leaving, and that's that."