At Namjoon's dad's place, Jimin paces the living room while he waits for news on Taehyung.

Namjoon goes downstairs and gives Jimin a sheepish look.

"So Taehyung has to go to a psychiatric hospital and get treatment."

Jimin nods. "Right, well, he should have got help fifteen years ago."

Namjoon sighs, "True, but they're going to have a hard time with him."

Jimin raises his eyebrows. "How so?"

Namjoon glances upstairs. "He's been describing the figure he keeps seeing, and it's sounding like a dark version of him.

Jimin says, "How so?"

Namjoon shrugs, "You have to go and ask him."

Jimin heads upstairs and sees Taehyung staring out of the window. "Taehyung?"

Taehyung turns around and smiles, "Oh, pretty boy, I'm happy to see you."

Jimin takes a breath. "Explain to me, what exactly do you see?"

Taehyung frowns. "What I see is a dark figure; he has my face, but he keeps trying to kill me, and he has blood running down his face."

Taehyung turns around and says, "Oh well, nothing like the known to keep you company."

Jimin swallows and tears well in his eyes, "Taehyung, I'm sorry you couldn't get help fifteen years ago."

Taehyung turns his head, and he smiles, "It's alright, pretty boy."

Jimin's shoulders shake, and tears trickle down his cheeks. "It's not alright; it's unfair."

Jimin's head is placed on Taehyung's shoulder. "Don't cry, Jimin; you're too pretty to cry."

Jimin's tears run faster down his face after Taehyung calls his name.

"I will never let you get left behind again," he says through tears.

Taehyung chuckles, "I'll hold you to that, pretty boy."

The room is silent apart from Jimin's tears landing on Taehyung's shirt, and u