He stood in front of the door hesitant, fearful of what he may find on the other side. The doorknob gleamed in invitation. Jungkook's hand wrapped round the cold brass gently pulling the wood away from it's resting place. There he saw it. A coat rack. A cloak of midnight draped over the wood, accompanied by a colorless mask perched proudly on top of the cloth. It called to him. The floor creaked and moaned in protest as his feet carried him towards the objects. His hand touched the silky material. Pulling it off the stand it had previously resided on, he slipped it over his head darkness encasing him leaving only his face visible.
"Jungkook." V's commanding voice pulled his attention away from the mask in his grasp. Jungkook's eyes lit up at the sight of his savior, a small smile spreading over his lips. " Jungkook. I want you to meet your new family." Five other males stepped out from the shadows masks in hand, a slight gasp flew from his mouth and each name tumbled from his lips as if it were a prayer.
" Namjoon, Jin, Hoseok and Yoongi Hyung! And... and..." Tears fell from his eyes as the last figure stepped forward. " Jimin Hyung." His eyes became puffy and swollen as he stared at the emotion less faces of his five best friends, their empty eyes all trained on his orbs full of pain. Jungkook's breath hitched in his throat as they all moved forward in unison, like a well oiled machine. Six mouths opened, the same destructive phrase leaving their lips.
"You have to suffer before you can truly live Jungkook." V stepped forward gently taking the mask out of Jungkook's shaking hands. The other males in the group placed mask of white over their faces, each with their own splash of gold or silver representing their fears and anxieties. Jungkook's plain mask was placed over his face, fitting perfectly. The gold and silver of his hardships displayed on the innermost layer of his cloak in the exact shape of the torturous scars that infested his torso and hips. A heavy sigh of relief pushed past his bitten lips.

He was home. No more fake love. No more "save me"'s. No more running. Just home. Home in his house of crazy.