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A/N: if y'all don't like fluff you're not gonna like the next five chapters

If I were to live one more minute, I doubt I'd feel any different.

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Chapter 3: Wait for me to come home

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Namjoon is shuffling through the closet downstairs, shifting large items to the side as well as discarded clothing garments.

Finally, he comes across what he was looking for. Taking the brown case handle, he walks out and up the first flight of stairs, the silence of the home somewhat annoying. He walks up the second flight of creaky stairs to his bedroom, opening the door with a slow motion. 

Namjoon runs a hand through his  silver locks, not sparing a glance to look at himself in the mirror as he sets the case down in front of it. He stretches his back, and is about to take a seat and write something when he hears the doorbell's familiar tune make itself present in the confines of his lonely home.

"Yoongi must've forgotten his keys again." Namjoon mumbles to himself, throwing the journal on his bed before hurrying downstairs.

His baby blue socks slide across the hardwood as he makes his way to the door, not bothering to check who it is as he opens it.

In front of him is four disheartening boys, all looking completely dead inside. He furrows his eyebrows, before he catches sight of the one with brown hair.

"Hoseok?" Namjoon asks, earning a familiar heart smile in return. "Who are you.. what are you doing here?"

"We need friends?" Hoseok says, earning a slap on the shoulder from Taehyung. "Ok fine, we might be homeless and all under impact of mental disorders that are pulling
our lives apart, so we decided to ask you for help?"

Namjoon doesn't say a word, opening the door further as he walks inside. Jungkook guesses they follow him since he didn't disagree.

"I'm fine with that." Namjoon says, turning around to face the group as he sits up on the dining table. "Mind telling me about yourselves? Name, disorder, and favourite colour."

"That's oddly specific." Jungkook grumbles.

"Ok well," Hoseok starts, "you know me but my name is Jung Hoseok, I have insomnia and insanity or something. My favourite colour is green."

Namjoon nods, looking over to Taehyung. "You?"

"My name is Kim Taehyung, a.k.a. V, a.k.a. TaeTae, a.k-"

"We get it baby boy, go on." Jungkook interrupts snarkily, seeing Taehyung pout in the corner of his eye (making him kinda regret being harsh).

"Ok well.. I dunno the name of my disorder but I change a lot. And my favourite colour is purple." Taehyung continues, noticing that the silver haired man somehow has a journal and an old pencil in his hands now.

"Ok, good to know. From the looks of it you have multiple personality disorder." Namjoon explains monotonously. "Now you, blond one."

Jungkook clears his throat, adjusting Jimin against his torso. "My name is Jeon Jeongguk but most call me Jungkook with a hard k. Apparently I'm psychopathic, and sometimes have the urge to kill. I'm very specific with what I kill though. My favourite colour is red."