Yoongi: HEY DOCTOR HUDSON! ARE YOU READY FOR SESSION?!?!!

Damn...its 2 am and I put my phone on full blast to wake up for Yoongi's text...I'm guessing Suga us out and about.

Dr. Hudson: Give me 15 minutes Yoongi and I'll meet you outside my office.

I yawned, slowly getting out of bed. I only wore a tank top and panties to sleep in knowing I was going to have to change soon anyway. I slipped a pair of sweat pants over my legs, and my favorite sweatshirt. I pulled my hair up in a messy bun and walked out into the hallway. I saw Yoongi pacing back and forth with head phones on his ears and bobbing his head. I slowly made my way to him trying to force myself to gain some energy but I was failing miserably. This is the 3rd night I have not slept almost at all and it was starting to take its toll on me. He started to turn towards me and when he saw me his eyes opened wide. A gummy smile came across his face. He grabbed the headphone buds by the front and pulled them out of his ears both at a the same time.

"GOOD MORNING SLEEPY HEAD!" He shouted as he embraced me with a big hug and a kiss on my cheek.

"Yoongi...you need to let me go so I can unlock the door."

He let go of me and I unlocked my door, he skipped into my office plopping playfully on the chair. I grabbed my pen and notebook, moseying my way over to my chair. I yawned as I turned to the energetic man looking back at me.

"Are you ready Dr. Hudson?"

"Oh yes Yoongi...I am ready."

"You can call me Suga." He said with a giant smile.

"Suga...how long have you been with Yoongi?"

"Long time." He smiled. "I used to be good friends with his dad but then he died which was really sad but Yoongi didn't seem to care too much and now we don't talk but I come out at night and sleep during the day." He said in one breath.

"Why won't you let him sleep at night like he is supposed to?"

"Cuz I don't wanna." He said shrugging as if it didn't matter. "Yoongi can sleep when I'm done with my activities."

"What are you activities?" I asked a little annoyed with the attitude I was getting.

"I clean, I run, I reorganize the bedroom, I shower when I'm bored...being in this house is very limiting. I need out." He said bouncing his leg a little.

"Is that all you do?"

"Sometimes I'll listen to his music...but his dad was right, he's for shit."

"That's not very nice." I said even more annoyed. "And to be honest I quite disagree with you...I've heard his music and I like it a lot."

"Well there is no accounting for taste."

I looked at him poking the inside of my cheek with my tongue...I think I prefer Namjoon's alter to Suga.

"Can we be done...this is boring."

"No."

He scoffed and rolled his eyes slouching back into the couch. "BUT THIS IS BOOORING!"

"I'm sorry you feel that way but if you want to get out of this house eventually, you will have to talk with me."

He looked over at me and gestured for me to continue.

"It seems as if you are quite draining...do you know that kind of exhaustion you cause Yoongi?"

"No not really...I don't talk to him."

"And why is that?"

"I don't like him."

"Why?"

"He's lazy...and stupid...and he thinks he's doing good and he isn't."

"Okay...well you exhaust him."

"I don't really care." He replied in a serious tone.

Okay...so Yoongi's alter is someone that he hates...literally. Its almost as if Yoongi's alter IS his father. This isn't good...Yoongi said that he can't remember anything really about his alter or his activities...it seems the regression is as bad as I thought. It didn't take long for me to realize that Yoongi too, needed the medication.

"Hmmm okay." I said closing my notebook and walking away. "We're done."

"Really?" he asked with his eyebrow raised.

"Yep. Get out." I said as I sat at my desk. He walked slowly to my office door and before he stepped out into the hallway he looked back at me. I looked up and shewed him away with my hand and he walked out closing the door behind him. He was clearly not in a place to be talked to or reasoned with. I don't waste time with bullshitters and that's what Suga is...a bullshitter. I made my final note with Yoongi's file and filled out the prescription. I will have to administer the medication myself until "Suga" doesn't resurface anymore. I sighed heavily again glad that this didn't take long. I started walking out of my office when I saw someone in the hallway.

"Um...hello?" I called out.

"Hello Doctor."

"Namjoon? Why are you awake?"

"I wanted to talk to you privately."

"At 2 am? Our session is tomorrow...can't we talk then?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because your session will be with Namjoon...not me."

Shit...it's the alter.

"What do you want to say?"

"I know about you and Jimin...and I know about you and Taehyung"

"Know about what exactly?" I asked crossing my arms.

He stepped closer to me so now I could see his face. A smirk that didn't fit him was lifted on his lips and his eyes were hooded. I could tell this wasn't Namjoon now by his posture and the way he held himself.

"You're fucking both of them, obviously."

"HA! You've got that wrong dude. I haven't fucked anyone in this house." I said walking away from him.

"Not for the lack of wanting..."

I turned towards him. "You know...whoever you are, you're a pretty arrogant mother fucker you know that?"

I think my words shocked him a little since I saw his mouth open slightly at my words. "And you're a slutty doctor who doesn't know how to keep her legs shut."

"Are you jealous?" I said egging him on.

"No...I don't want a whore like you." He said with a mean growl.

"No?" I said stepping closer to him. I put my hand on his chest dragging it down his abdomen as lightly and sensually as I could. "You don't like my touch?"

He scoffed in disgust and pushed my hand away. "No."

"And why not?" I said in a more serious tone stepping even closer to him. I didn't want him for a second thinking he intimidated me. "Is it perhaps because you'd rather someone else touch you?" His eyes went wide and he stepped back a bit away from me. But I didn't stop there. "Or is it because I'm a girl?" I said a little louder.

I was scared. I was actually scared of the immediate change in demeanor the man in front of me demonstrated. His eyes filled with furry, his hands clenched into fists and his shoulders tensed. He lunged towards me pinning me painful hard against the wall by my arms getting his face inches from mine.

"I'm no faggot, bitch, so watch your god damn mouth." He said. I could feel his breath against my face and hear the scowl in this voice, but I needed to crack him...and if this was how he was going to crack, then so be it.

"I don't...believe...you." I said slowly my lips brushing against his.

It was fast...so fast I didn't realize it was happening until I realized I couldn't inhale. His hands were tightly gripped around my neck squeezing...hard. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He screamed at me as I clawed at his strong hands. Fuck...he might actually kill me. Just then a sudden intake of breath hit me as I saw Namjoon fall backwards. He was laying on the ground as I coughed and gasped for air. I desperately tried to regulate my breathing as I slid down the wall on my back. My vision had gone blurry but was slowly coming back and I saw Jimin standing in front of me hovering over Namjoon. His right hand clenched into a fist. Namjoon's nose was bleeding.

"ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HER!" Jimin shouted.

Namjoon slowly got up to his feet wiping his nose. "Oh and then you wouldn't have your sex toy around is that it, Jiminie boy? You want your slut to stay?"

Jimin was about to attack Namjoon as a few of the hallway doors opened up. He stopped looking up to see Taehyung and Jin both coming out to see what the commotion was about. Namjoon laughed a little as he eyed me still on the floor my hand rubbing my neck. "Weak." He said and spit at my feet. That's when Jimin lost it. He jumped on Namjoon knocking him to the ground punching him in his face. Taehyung ran over grabbing Jimin and pulling him off of Namjoon just in time before he could get another hit in, Jin ran over to check the blood on Namjoon's face. When he finally saw who it was who was touching him, he visciously slapped Jin's hand away from him and stumbled to his feet.

"Don't touch me fag." He said walking away down the hall and slamming his bedroom door.

I looked at Jin and my heart broke. His head was down and you could see tears fall from his eyes pooling at the floor. I crawled over to Jin wrapping my arms around him tightly letting him cry on me.

"Shhhh....shhhhh....Jin...it's going to be okay...we will get through this...we will get through to him...you will get your Joonie back...I promise." I said softly.

Taehyung had let Jimin go. "What the fuck happened?" he said agrily.

"I don't know! I heard Namjoon yell and when I came out here he was choking her...and not in the fun way we all like."

I rolled my eyes and felt Jin's shoulders shrug a bit as he giggled at Jimin's comment.

"Shit..." Taehyung said. "And I thought Jimin and I were the dangerous one's in the house."

"Why did he do that?" Jin asked pulling away from me finally calming down.

I smiled big. "I questioned his sexuality." And Jin let out a short breathly laugh.

"Well..."he said sniffling. "Tomorrow should be interesting."