To Sejun's dismay, Jimin wasn't alone, he was with another man, a little taller then he was. Sejun didn't recognize that one, which only had him intrigued. The two walking away. 

"He looks the same," Sejun muttered lowly, finally making it to his sons apartment. 

Ilsung was watching TV, having seen the news a couple minutes ago. When someone knocked on his apartment door, his breath hitched, knowing all to well who it was. 

"Open the door son," Ilsung visibly cringed at the voice, moving slowly towards the door and holding it open. 

His father rushed into the apartment, shutting the door right behind himself, not forgetting to lock it. He looked over to his son with an amused expression. 

"Ilsung!" he shouted, the younger flinching slightly. "aren't you glad to see me?" 

Ilsung gulped, "of course I am appa!" 

Sejun nodded, taking off his hoodie, which revealed visible blood stains on his shirt and some on his arms.

"Did yo-"

"Shut up!" Sejun shouted, his eyes filled with a fury that resulted in Ilsung noticeably shuttering. 

The younger boy bowed his head down, a clear sign of respect, or in his case, fear. Ilsung did not want to help his father at first, all he wanted was to know the man that helped create him in the first place. What he did not expect was to meet an abominable man that made others lives a living hell, that made the men he knew as Hoseok and Jimin's lives terrible. 

"Ilsung," the 19 year old snapped his head in the direction of his father, the man standing before him in a blood stained shirt. "I need you to get me some things while I stay here for protection." 

"W-what do you need?" the dark haired boy asked, a chill running down his spine. 

Sejun smiled wickedly, the tattoo clearly displayed on his neck flexing a bit at the action. The man could tell his son was scared, fear radiated off of him, the only reason this boy helped him was because of a flimsy deal, and now look at the hell he is got himself into. 

"A phone," Sejun responded with, "I need a phone." 

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Yoongi hung up the phone, his heart pounding within his chest, his breath slowly becoming brackish, he felt like he was about to have a heart attack. 

NamJoon had just called him, telling him that there is a chance that Sejun may have escaped prison. 

And that scared the shit out of him. 

The peach haired male fell to the ground, clenching his chest and trying his hardest to take deep breaths. But it wasn't working. Flashbacks of what happened to him 5 years ago coursed through his mind, resulting to him having a panic attack.

From what Yoongi knew, Hoseok wasn't home. The elder couldn't really see anything, his vision becoming fuzzy, he could feel he was crying and ragged screams emitted from his throat. Everything he has been trying to keep inside just burst out, the fact that this man, the man that made his life hell; Could be free and walking around Seoul, scared him. 

It scared him to death. 

He hasn't had a panic attack in awhile, so when he did, it came back 100 times stronger then normal. 

Yoongi suddenly felt strong arms holding him, due to fear he began to kick and punch who ever was holding him. Until he heard a voice that could stop a war, a voice that calmed his racing heart. 

"Its okay, baby it's me" Hoseok whispered, holding Yoongi close to his chest. 

Hoseok had received the same call as Yoongi, though his was from SeokJin. Once they hung up, Hoseok got in his car, driving to his and Yoongi's home since he could feel Yoongi's panic attack. 

Every single part of it. 

When he walked in his home, he saw Yoongi on the ground, screaming with tears running down his pale cheeks. Instantly the silver haired male dropped his bag, since he was at the dance studio, and held Yoongi in his arms. His fiance kicked him and scratched his arm, but stopped when he made Yoongi aware of his presence. 

Once Yoongi knew that the person holding him was his fiance, he gripped onto him as if he were a life line. Holding on to his shirt tightly, and sobbing onto his chest. Hoseok picked Yoongi up, sitting them both on the couch  as he rocked the elder slowly, whispering sweet words into his ear in an attempt to calm his raging nerves.  

Soon enough, Yoongi's breathing became calm once again, a few remaining tears slipping out of his closed eyelids. Hoseok kissed his forehead, Yoongi smiling a bit at his fiance's caring action. 

"Are you okay now my love?" Hoseok asked, Yoongi opening his eyes to look at him. 

"No," he chuckled, adjusting in Hoseoks arms, "but as long as you're with me I know I will be." 

Hoseok smiled, kissing Yoongis lips softly. The elder melted into it, wrapping his arms around the silver haired male's neck. 

"It's going to be okay Yoongi," he assured, Yoongi shaking his head slightly. 

Yoongi had a clear anxious tone in his voice as he said,"He's Back, and he is not going to stop till he gets what he wants!" 

"And we're going to make sure he doesn't, I'm not loosing you Yoongi, not again."

a/n
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y'all are going to feel so bad for Jimin when you see what I have in store for our little mochi. 

And depending on how this book ends, there may be a Synced Book 3