BTS sickfics/hurtfics

Namjoon - D.I.D Pt. 1

Hello!
My name is Kim Namjoon (Which you probably already know)
I'm 26 years old and I live in Seoul, Korea with my Band mates and friends.

You would probably think living as an idol is amazing.
Money, fame, love from fans.
But even having all those nice things, doesn't mean I have the best life ever.

I have D.I.D, Dissociative Identity Disorder, where my personality has been split into several pieces due to something that happened in the past.

I'll be telling you all about it later on.
So far, there has been 8 personalities.
You'll probably get to know them soon.

But please.
Continue to love and support me.
Thank you ♥️

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BTS were going out to a party today, celebrating how well their comeback was going.

"Namjoon hyung!" Came Jimin's voice.
Namjoon looked around and saw Jim in running to him.
"What's up?" He asked.
"The sky. But that's not it. Are you going to the party?" Jimin asked.

"Yes, why?"
"You need to take your medicine" Said Jimin, giving Namjoon a small container with pills.
"Oh yes. Thank you, Jiminie!" Said Namjoon ruffling the youngers hair fondly.

They all finally headed out to the party, meeting a lot of people they recognised.
Namjoon saw NCT there too.
He also saw his therapist, Dr. Lee, whose name was actually Lee Taeyong.

Taeyong saw him and waved to him, so he waved back.
Soon, he found himself all alone.
Well there was people everywhere but the others that came with him left him.

Taeyong went to him.
"Hey there! How are you doing today?" He asked, sitting down.
Namjoon sat down too.
"I'm actually doing great! And you, Doctor?"
"I'm doing good too. How have the switches been?"

Namjoon huffed.
"Jeong-sin came out a few days ago. Beomsik did too" Namjoon said.
Taeyong's eyes widened.
"Why would Jeong-sin come out? —"
He saw the several cuts on Namjoon's face.

"Jeong-sin got himself into a pretty nasty fight" Namjoon said, "And of course I got the consequences after"
Taeyong shook his head, before letting out a small chuckle.

"What about Beomsik?" He said, "What mischief did he get up to this time?"
Namjoon laughed.

"I don't exactly know, but when I came to my senses there was paint all over my shirt so.."
They chatted for another while, before Namjoon got up to use the restroom.

When he was there, it was silent until a conversation broke out.

"Do you have it? What do you mean you don't?!"
Namjoon perked up, and listened in.

"You bitch! I'll be screwed!"
"Wait. What?! A guy stole it from you?!"
"Yeah obviously the army looking coat!"

Namjoon stiffened.
He had an army style coat, too.
But... Wait.
When did he buy it?

He rooted in the pockets of it and dug out two packets of some white powder and small white pills.
"What the? —"

He shut himself up when he also heard the person stop talking.
"I have to go.. There's someone here"
Namjoon quickly stuffed the packets back into his pockets and ran out of the restroom.

He bumped into someone.
"Oh shi— I'm so sorry!" he exclaimed.
"Watch where you're going next time!" Said a female voice.
Namjoon looked up and saw a girl glaring at him.
Her hair was messed up from him pushing her.