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—Namjoon never had a real family. He was adopted at a young age, where he then met Taehyung, but he never had real parents to look after him. At a young age, and influenced by American movies, Namjoon thought families were picture-perfect, and supportive. He wondered why his parents left him, why they hated him enough to do something so cruel, but during those times Taehyung would help him. Taehyung would kiss and love him, just to make him forget his pain. Taehyung was his only family. Or, he had been his only family.
Before entering college, Namjoon meet four other amazing human beings who found a place in his heart. Maybe it was because they all shared common interests and hobbies, but Namjoon couldn't get enough of those four boys—and neither could Taehyung.
Once entering university, Namjoon was graced with the presence and beauty of a boy named Min Yoongi—one of the most gorgeous people he'd ever seen, obviously excluding his other friends. And then before Namjoon could take a second to breath, feelings of love formed.
Suddenly, without those six boys near Namjoon, life was meaningless. He had fallen helplessly in-love with six boys.
Some nights Namjoon would lay in his bed and wonder how someone could fall in love with six different people. With the way society was, only one male and one female were the definition of a 'normal relationship' and everything else was frowned upon. So, with Namjoon having feelings for six boys at the same time, sometimes he thought he was weird. Too abnormal. No one can love six people all at the same time.
At first Namjoon had fallen into a sort of depression, but with the help and assurance of Taehyung, his soulmate, Namjoon was convinced to share his feelings out loud to the other boys. It was a relief that his boyfriend was so accepting and had actually felt the same way—suddenly instead of having just one soulmate, they each felt the urge to have more than just each other for company.
When Namjoon was about to confess his feelings, with Taehyung by his side, Yoongi had fallen sick. Not the type of sick where you have to go to the hospital, but the mental-sick.
It was as if the pieces of a puzzle had suddenly been connected. The frail hands, visible ribs, and sunken-in cheeks suddenly were so god damn visible, and Namjoon felt sick.
Yoongi had an eating disorder.
While Namjoon was enjoying his life, Yoongi was silently dying; just waiting for someone to save him, but they never came.
Namjoon had never loathed himself so much as he had in that moment.
Knowing someone he cared so much for was silently dying, slowly killing themselves from the inside-out, was so heartbreaking that he didn't know what to do. All he could do was cry in his bed, wanting to help Yoongi but being too much of a coward.
