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8

I'm blowing away into the stream of tears on my face, yet just sitting here in the same place.

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It's almost 1 a.m, and here we are. Namjoon trying to convince Seokjin that he'll be safe alone in the silver haired man's room.

"You need sleep, you're stressed." Namjoon says blankly, the older pacing back and forth in front of him. "I'll just be downstairs, you'll be fine."

"It can get to me when I'm alone! It'll kill me in my sleep!" Jin says loudly, his pink bangs falling over his eyes as he quickens his pace.

"Jin." Namjoon states, grabbing the man's wide shoulders and making him keep eye contact as the older takes a hold of his shirt. "There's nothing that's going to get you, just sleep. You'll be okay."

"Don't go." Jin mumbles, his grip on namjoon's t-shirt tightening as his gaze shifts down.

Namjoon has been studying the pinkette's habits ever since he showed up on the road. The man has a tendency to always be uptight in some way, trying to seem relaxed when he really isn't. His eyes will always shift around as if following every shadow's movement, left, right, up, down, constantly on alert. He knows it's his disorder acting up, but he wants to find a way to calm him.

Most of his personality is faked due to the constant nagging in his head, Namjoon just wants to see Seokjin's real self. He can't help it, he just believes it must be the way he was raised. Despite never showing any emotion or concern, his mind has it's natural ways.

"Please don't go." Seokjin repeats, nuzzling his head into the crook of Namjoon's neck, the light tufts of his hair tickling the younger's collarbones. "Just stay."

"I need sleep too Ji-"

"Then just sleep with me! Just please! Please don't leave me alone." Jin insists, his heart beat bumping at an alarming rate.

Seokjin has a tendency to need another human around him, because it often calms his mind at least a bit. Due to this, he has always relied upon his sister to stay with him at all costs. Now that he left his home, his desperate side is kicking in.

And sadly, Namjoon has a soft spot for clingy people.

The younger sighs, moving his hands to wrap around the older's waist, lifting him up off the ground. "Fine."

Jin wraps his arms around Namjoon's shoulders, letting the younger carry him. "Sorry."

Namjoon hums, setting Jin on his bed and tucking him in, the cream coloured duvet warming the older's tense muscles. "Don't be, it's not your fault."

Seokjin sniffles slightly, laying on his side and pulling his knees up to his chest under the warmth of the blankets. He closes his eyes, trying to relax as he feels the bed shift slightly along with the blankets, all light previously glowing shut off so that darkness envelopes the small room.

"Namjoon-ah?" Seokjin speaks, earning a hum in reply as he opens his eyes to see the younger's slightly reflective hair shining under the moonlight seeping through the partially closed window.

"Can I go see my sister tomorrow? I want to go back to her. It was stupid to have left. She's practically my only family, and even if I'm being followed I have to be there for her too." Seokjin explains.

Namjoon doesn't know why, but his chest aches a bit after hearing the older's words. Probably just a bit of a cold. "Okay."

Seokjin's gaze shifts down, feeling uneasy in the dark. "But for now,"

"Mhm?"

"Can you hold me?"

The younger doesn't question anything and pulls Seokjin into his arms, feeling the man shaking lightly, his fast heart beat slowing a bit. Namjoon can feel the pinkette's warm breaths exhaling against the crook of his neck.

"Better?" Namjoon asks monotonously, feeling Seokjin's sweater covered arm hugging him warmly. The older hums in reply.

"Thank you."

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"What time is it?" Jungkook asks, his muscular arm carrying Jimin against his torso.

"About 2 a.m. or something." Hoseok replies from the front of the group, Taehyung skipping happily beside him.

It's extremely quiet this early, so the four boys decided to start walking on the side walk in the dark. Hoseok is carrying two suitcases along with a backpack on his back, his phone as a gps in his hand. Taehyung is oddly energetic, probably one of his personalities really likes long walks. Jungkook is 'holding up the back', literally, carrying probably about 70 pounds of a sleeping human in his arm.

"This kid literally weighs half of Taehyung." Jungkook groans, earning the aforementioned's attention.

"Doesn't he weigh at least 100?" Taehyung asks, his expression turning from ecstatic to an annoyed/bored look.

"He feels about 70 or less." Jungkook replies, the redhead's expression going soft.

"Really?" Taehyung asks, letting the blonde catch up with him. "We have to get him to eat, seriously!! What if he dies? What if he's dead right now??"

"Tae-hyung, calm down." Jungkook insists, taking the older's cold hand and intertwining their fingers. "He's fine right now. He has obviously ate something, because his skin isn't yellowed and his pulse is only slightly slow. Please calm down, you know I can't take it when you're anxious."

Taehyung rips his worried gaze away from Jimin, attempting to calm himself as he makes eye contact with Jungkook, for once. "I'm just really worried. He has a disorder that doesn't just affect him mentally, but extremely physically. I mean, Hoseok is sleep deprived but he isn't dying. You're aggressive with basically everyone except me, for some reason, yet you can control your physical outbreaks most of the time. I just act weird."

"I get it. Let's just hope where we're going will help." Jungkook replies, giving Taehyung's hand a light squeeze as the older looks down at his roughed up sneakers.

"Let's hope!" Hoseok screeches from the front, now walking backwards as he watches the two (and Jimin who's still somehow asleep) with a shit eating grin.

Jungkook nods curtly, glaring at Hoseok slightly who just lets out a chuckle.

"You two would make a great couple btw." The brunette says cheekily.

"What?" Taekook both say in synchronization, now both baring matching glares at Hoseok and bright red faces.

"What."

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A/N

Y'all I know where I'm going with this and I'm so looking forward to it.

Also hats off to you if you noticed the foreshadowing a few chapters ago. ;)

-scooter the school shooter— Wait wat