"I've got six problems, and their names are Jin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook." Sequel to "Single Father"

where yoongi has been in an asylum since prepubescent years, for murdering his family.

Run. That was all that went through my mind, run. Beads of sweat fell down from my forehead, to my cheeks and off of my chin. I could hear their groans and moans behind me as I struggled to keep ahead of them. I didn't want to carry on, I had no reason to. I felt my legs begin to buckle underneath me as I eventually fell to my knees. I lay there on the forest floor, tears streaming down my face, sobbing violently. 'This is it', I thought to myself. 'This is the end'. I closed my eyes as I heard the dead mere feet away from me... ------------------------------------------------- Ok, so, beware, this story contains some triggering themes, 'colourful' language etc. If you can't handle it yet decide to read, just remember that I warned you. Also remember that this is my first story on here so yeah I'm a noob, I know. Aaaanndd that's it k bye enjoy xx ------------------------------------------------ The new cover of this story was made by the amazingly talented acemikka, so all of the credit goes to them. Thank you so much!

"So you two sleep together? " "We have sex. " he said. "Same thing." "Well yeah. " "But you hate eachother? " "Hell yeah. " we said at the same time. I hate him so much I'd kill him in a heartbeat.

"you certainly do make me feel pretty." (TRIGGER WARNING - eating disorder, self-harm.)