INSANITY ，

-5

"Hello, i'm a policeman working for the Seoul National Police, and i'm sad to announce someone that might be related to you, is a victim of a fire spread. I'm talking about Min Yoongi, please come to Jianghyun building for more information."

It was five in the morning, he groaned as his phone beeped twice, snatching it from the nightstand and pressing to hear the voicemail the police sent him a minute ago.

And in that moment, he knew he fucked up, losing another one of his loved ones. It all comes down to four, living and breathing the same air as the others. He knew Yoongi would be next, but he'll have the guts to kill himself too if he was near this place, right?

Jin sat on Taehyung's bed, embracing his duvet that still hinted his fragrance. He'd do this every morning, and even every night. "Hyung, let's go. Someone... died yesterday." Namjoon popped his head out of the widely opened door, hesitating to look at Jin. He just nodded, assuring Namjoon as he closes the door, letting him adjust to the news.

The ride there was silent, it was Hoseok's turn to drive, Jin was too weak to even push a button, he felt the sudden urge to vomit, but he would just swallow it again. Jin was strong, strong enough to raise these men into what they are today; a fucking mess.

"Hyung, do you want us to go back and let you rest while we check on Yoongi?" Namjoon suggested, patting his back and letting him lean onto his chest. Jin knew something wrong would happen if he stayed alone there, so he just shook his head.

Jimin just shrugs, resting his elbow on the car's window frame, then followed with his head resting on his palm. He just continues to be silent, it scares Namjoon when Jimin was always this silent, back then he was as cheerful as he was. But now that everything collapsed, Jimin wouldn't dare say a word, he would just do as the others and fit in right away.

"Jimin, take care of your hyung while we go inside, okay? I don't think its best if you both get to see this."Namjoon ordered, a nod received from the younger. He then scoots Jin to him, he slipped a slight smile as his dimples showed and proceeded to open the car door, rushing out with Hoseok.

Closing the door, he turns around to examine the building with seems to be abandoned. They both recognized it well, what stood in front of them was Jungkook's old apartment building, they used to throw parties together there when they were back in high school.

"I suppose you're both Min Yoongi's relatives," The policeman bowed, handing in a Ziploc bag containing his phone, wallet, and a slightly burnt piece of paper. Namjoon unzipped the bag, sinking his hand inside as he grabs the paper.

"Yoongi hyung and I had lots of fun! Hope everything lands people's misunderstandings even." He mumbled, passing the note to Hoseok. A nostalgic moment filled his mind once the paper was passed to him, the texture of the paper was too thick, very thicc indeed.

"Cardstock, no way, Jungkook doesn't like using this type of paper." He said, giving the paper back to Namjoon, he takes a second look back, a hidden phrase was hinted.

"Hoseok, look at this." He ordered, the younger tilted his head, a questionable look on his face when the sudden realization hits him.

"Help me? As in, 'help me I killed my loved ones and now i'm not suffering alone help me?'" He raised an eyebrow, maybe he was over-thinking this a little but, I mean, who wouldn't?

Namjoon sighs, putting the paper back in the bag. Their heart broke once he saw what is suppose to be Yoongi, laying on the ground burnt into thin ash.

"Before the fire, he was murdered. Investigators say he had been stabbed fourteen times in mostly the chest and the stomach, shot two times in the forehead and his genitals where chopped off and turned into ash."