Taehyung had been in therapy for months and never cared to learn his therapist's name. It didn't quite matter to him. He figured that deep down, this man didn't actually care about his feelings. He was just another man who showed up at the front door, sat in this room with him, and spewed repetitive bullshit in order to make a nice paycheck.

He also didn't want to learn the man's name. That would mean human connection.

And human connection was dangerous because that also meant heartbreak when that human was gone. In Taehyung's case, when six humans were gone.

Thinking about that, Taehyung felt his heart seize up in his chest. It was the only feeling he ever felt. The sadness, the empty hollow feeling that he woke up and went to bed with every single damn day.

He thought about the others constantly. Sometimes he liked to imagine that this was a dream he was in, and once he got out of this inpatient facility he'd run right into the arms of his best friends, his brothers.

He wasn't sure how long he actually had to stay here. Something about 'meeting your goals' and 'monitoring the medicine to see how you're doing with it.'

The doctors knew Taehyung had succumbed to severe depression, he was also having some trouble with his memory due to the head trauma he experienced from the accident. They had to make sure that before he was sent home he had a better working memory, and that he wasn't going to be a danger to himself.

Every day he woke up and he asked himself the same question. Why them and not me?

Why them and not me?

Why them and not me?

Why them and not m-

"-And do you think those medications are working?" Taehyung was getting annoyed with the therapist's voice constantly interrupting his thoughts. Every moment he spent thinking about his members was precious. He knew the memories were the only things keeping them alive. It was all he had right now, and the therapist kept ruining it.

"Yes," Taehyung lied. He honestly didn't care to tell the truth. The medication made him feel like absolute shit, but he knew if he admitted that, he would have to stay in this facility even longer in order to have a new medication monitored. He thought he'd be sent home after his surgeries and casts were removed, but that appeared to not be the plan once he started falling into the belief that the accident wasn't real. The medications brought him back to reality, and unfortunately for him, it meant he had to stay there a while.

Taehyung finally realized he could lie his way out of this place. Say the medication is working great. Say positive things about life. Pretend to be healing. Accept that they're dead. Promise to continue with outpatient support. Lie.

Lie.

Lie.

Lie.

After four more months, lying worked. Taehyung had an eight month evaluation and he passed all his goals and his charts showed him meeting his expected progress with flying colors.

"Well I'll be damned, Taehyung," his nurse said. "Time sure does fly and I'm happy to tell you that you've met all your marks. You finally get to go home."

Taehyung thought the news of that would make him happy. He'd finally be free from the prison of these same four walls. He'd finally get to sleep in his own bed.

He'd finally get to go see his-

Brothers. My brothers...what even is a home without them?