Yeosang ruffles his drench hair with a dry towel, letting the fabric soak every last drop of the water from his shower. So much stress fills his mind all at once as he sits on the bed with eyes focused on the black sweatpants he's wearing.

Many thoughts with Hwanwoong.....

Woosung.....

Jungkook...

Jimin....

Fuck, even Namjoon.

Even the masked man that is Karma.

Those thoughts not letting him sleep at night; many of those thoughts being the reason that he's even breathing right now.

Or somewhat sane.

At times he just wants to grab a gun and end his misery already from all this stress. All it takes is a single second for the bullet to pierce his skull, ending everything once and for all.

Does he have the will to do it? Of course he does.

Will he do it? No.

No matter how hard it is now, he made a promise to Hwanwoong; A promise to survive and remain in a good path in life. Not fuck it over because he has a mental break down.

Will he be able to move past this?

As long as Jungkook is like this, highly doubted.

Despite what Jungkook said to him, Yeosang still loves him very much and he knows that Jungkook needs him more than anything right now.

Now is the time for Yeosang to do what Jungkook did for him a long time ago; be his pillar.

Even if he's a little lost.

A knock suddenly hits his door, wiping away Yeosang's initial thoughts about Jungkook before saying a faint come in as he throws the towel to the bed, running a hand through his wet brunette hair away from his face.

Something in his heart leaped when Jimin suddenly peaks his head inside the room, slowly stepping inside to reveal his large green hoodie with jeans as the hood covers over his dirty blonde hair.

He looks so small.....So fragile dressed like that..

Almost like -

Yeosang brushes the thought aside before it entered when he sees a familiar pink duffle bag swung over Jimin's shoulder; he twitches a frown.

"You're leaving?"

Jimin glances at his bag, frowning deeply with a nod, "I'm sneaking out. KS is willing to help me through..... He made a new identity for me with Jackson Wang's help.... Guess I really did catch his eye.... Besides my wound is mainly healed, so I can handle it."

Yeosang slowly bows his head upon hearing this, not noticing the way Jimin is trying not to scan over his shirtless body, and he gets to his feet with a deep scowl, "Well, good luck then."

The two didn't say anything for a moment, but Jimin did take a step forward with hesitant eyes, fumbling with his hands together, "C-Come with me."

What?

The younger instantly furrows his eyebrows, moving his gaze up to meet Jimin's eyes, "What? Jimin-"

"We can get away from all of this!" Jimin squeaks, standing in front of him, "I know you still don't like me and I can be a handful at times but we can work out a solid friendship, right?" He breathes frantically, placing a hand in Yeosang's shoulder, "Please.... You don't have to deal with any of this.... You don't have to carry this weight on your shoulders."

Now this was something Yeosang didn't expect from him. Sure him and Jimin have their good moments and their cold fighting sessions, but.... He didn't expect Jimin to be that comfortable enough to want him to leave together...

As much as Yeosang is on his side, seeing his perspective and encourages his decision to leave, he can't leave himself.

He can't leave Jungkook behind.

Yeosang studies Jimin's eyes, letting out a heavy breath as he removes Jimin's hand away from his body, "I'm sorry Minnie..... I can't leave Kookie behind.... He's my dad."

Jimin gulps thickly to the words, squeezing his eyes closed with a shaking of his head and a weak smile, "No, I understand, I'm sorry I asked. I-I shouldn't have," And he let's go of Yeosang's hand, walking towards to the door.

Not once has Yeosang doubted himself whenever he made a decision when it involved Jungkook; he always chose him over anything that came in the way.

So.... Why did it hurt so much to let Jimin go?

He can't plead him to stay, Jimin has to get out of this poisonous life. Why should he even feel this way? It's not like they tolerate each other either way.

Yet it still hurts....

Why does it feel the same like when Hwanwoong died?

Jimin suddenly stops before walking out the door, craning his head back, "Good luck to you too," and he closes the door shut behind him.

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The black USB fiddles between Karma's long fingers, taunting him to see what's beyond it that made Hoseok not even tell his beloved husband about it.

It's been weeks since he's avoided seeing into this, not knowing exactly why.

Would it be fear? Who knows.

Hoseok was never a secretive man when it came to information, so this slightly uneases Karma.

Now might just be the day he takes a glimpse into it.

What type of questions was Hoseok talking about?

What answers?

Karma doesn't even know.

Hopefully now that will be answered.

After debating it over, Karma sits behind his desk and connects the USB to the computer, letting a light glow appear on it to show its connected.

This should be good.

Karma hovers over the mouse and clicks on the icon by the corner of the screen that appeared, hoping to not have activated a bug in his computer for other uses to come poking through his system.

That's highly doubted, Jimin made sure to tighten up his system-

Karma's frown deepens at the thought of Jimin, brushing his face away from his mind instead.

Jimin just needs to get his head out of the clouds. The faster he does that then he'll be happy, and will let them make him happy.

He just has to be good, and maybe he wouldn't receive a bullet like he did.

Upon clicking on the icon, a page full of different files suddenly blares the screen.

Hmm.... Interesting.

What's even more interesting is that one of the files has a red dot beside it, almost as if marking that this is the most important one.

So Karma clicks over it with a bored expression, not expect anything too valid as the files opens up in the screen, letting his eyes roam over the words-

Wait.

What is this?!

Karma sits up immediately and roams his eyes over the messages and familiar words that he has seen from Jungkook's device before; All the message history is there, emails, even the pictures of Woosung with Jungkook.

Everything that has been tormenting Jungkook for weeks now.

Something in Karma's chest began to fuel in aggravation, remembering Jungkook's mental break downs because of all this shit. So he scrolls through the file, before he ends up flinging his computer to the ground, until it began to trace back to the the device it came from.

After scrolling to the last section, Karma's jaw dropped.

No fucking way.....

So..... It was never Hoseok..

A cold shiver runs down Karma's spine to the picture on the screen of the address where it was coming from, feeling his blood instantly run cold.

If anyone gets access to this-

The door to his study room suddenly barges open, revealing Lucas there with wide eyes.

"Yoongi is gone!"

If Karma could either smash the computer or shoot the whole place down in anger, he would without a doubt.

Wait..... If Yoongi knows about what's going on with Jungkook...... Hoseok said it won't take long for him to find out-

Oh no....

FUCK!

Karma stares at the name over and over again, making sure he's not hallucinating before shooting to his feet and rushes out of the room with Lucas rushing behind him

With the gun Yeosang gave him in hand with the last bullet inside.

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A/N:
Grab some tissues, you'll need it for the next chapter :')

I PURPLE YOU! <333