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A/N: This just a warning... I forgot to add for the last chapter... It's needed here too. I promise there will be lighter chapters soon. I may update twice to give you a break. There is some content in this chapter that may be uncomfortable for some. I apologize. Love you all.
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11:09 PM Saturday

You could have heard a pin drop in that house. No one moved no one dared to make a sound as they waited for Hoseok to call. He was the only one who left with Namjoon.

Amber still laid on the floor near the bathroom asleep curled in a ball. Y/N had tucked in both kids, although she was pretty sure Perseus was up on his tablet. However, she wasn't going to bother him.

She really wanted to get Amber off the floor but anytime she tried the poor girl would start shrieking and lashing out. It's understandable she had lost two people not too long ago and the possibility of losing Namjoon a second time it broke her.

So instead she covered her with a blanket then went back downstairs to sit with Yoongi on the couch. He was staring out the window in deep thought didn't even notice when Y/N rested her head on his shoulder.

"You think he'll be okay?"

At first he didn't move he just continued to stare out the raindrop covered window.

"Yoongi?"

Yoongi sighed moving so he could wrap his arms around her.

"I don't know..." a single tear fell from his eye with more soon to follow.

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2:15 AM Sunday

Hoseok

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that we had to strap him down after we pumped his stomach. He tried to slit his wrists once he woke up and then he started convulsing. After giving him a mild sedative he is resting soundly. Right now he is a danger to himself. So, we want to keep him here until we think he is stable and no longer trying to harm himself. He will be in the Psych ward until further notice with no visitors. I am sorry." Dr. Reid informed a little less energetic than normal.

I rubbed my temples to ease the pain growing in my head. What was Namjoon thinking? Two attempts in a matter of hours. Seriously? I should call Yoongi, but what if they are sleeping? I'll just wait.

"Hobi?" His sweet quiet voice played through my ears like a symphony bringing life to my tired soul.

"Hi..." I murmured as his small arms wrapped around my waist from behind.

"How is he?"

"They are keeping him here until he is no longer a danger to himself." My voice broke on the last part. My friend was breaking down in front of us all and there was nothing I could do about it. My chest was tightening tears streaming down my face as I turned to bury my face in Jimin's neck. He just held me tight letting me cry uncontrollably.

1 AM Sunday

Namjoon

"NO!!!" I screamed out in that awful white sterile room. They saved me throwing me right back into the hell I was trying so hard to escape.

Namjoon? Did you really think it'd be that easy?

His sickeningly acidic voice crept into my mind like a plague. He's never going to leave me alone. God why can't I...

I looked around the room when it occurred to me. I can try again. Looking around my eyes came to rest on the IV pumping fluids into me. I could do that...

My heart started pounding in my chest as if to beg me not to try it. I had to... there was no other way.

Stop Namjoon!

"No!!"

I ripped out the IV starting my assault on my wrists when the damn nurse walked in. She screamed running towards me to try and stop me. No... no... please...

Several more nurses and a few doctors came in to hold me down. When the needle penetrated my arm I knew it was over. This demon was going to win. Where they were going to put me, I'd be isolated from everyone. He'd could tear through me relentlessly for days without a care in the world.

Ha ha ha ha... See Namjoon you are meant to be mine. Even death doesn't want you.

When the sedative kicked in he found me instantly in the darkness and ripped through me shredding my humanity along with every ounce of Hope I had before. It would seem no one would save me.

What would happen if he did take my soul?

I feel the heavy chains set around my wrists and ankles once more. Held captive in his clutches until I either give him what he wants or I die. These seem to be my only options now.

9:36 AM Monday

"Hello?" Yoongi answered the phone on the first ring. Amber was shuffling around the kitchen like a zombie, Y/N had got the kids ready and took them to school.  Amber just wasn't functioning at all.

"What? Why didn't you call until now?!" He asked incredulously with a hint of anger. Amber looked over at Yoongi who held up a finger as if to say 'wait.' She frowned at him sitting down at the table with a cup of coffee.

"Seriously? I get you were upset too but you could have called!" Yoongi slammed his phone down shattering the glass cursing once he realized what he had done.

"Shit..." he ran his hands through his hair before slumping down into the chair directly across from an overly impatient Amber who was staring at him with an intensity that made him squirm.

"He is alive..."

Amber visually relaxed in front of him letting out a long heavy breath.

"Can we see him?"

Yoongi shook his head. He couldn't share with her the other details. If she found out he tried more than once it would break her more than she had before. If it hadn't already.

"So he is okay?"

"In theory."

"What does that mean?"

"Obviously he is having some mental issues." That sounded awful but he couldn't figure out a better way to say it. He didn't want to think that his friend had lost his mind.

"Oh..."

They sat in silence after that the only thing to break it was the front door opening and Y/N coming into the kitchen holding a brown bag with three coffees from the Minute Cafe. Amber instantly broke down crying and ran from the room.

Y/N looked down at her hands then at Yoongi and gasped.

"What was I thinking."

Yoongi sighed with a small smile he got up and took her into his arms kissing her forehead.

"You meant well baby..."