"It's been 5 years, Y/N." Namjoon said, when he got your attention. "Move on." he continued, a cautious tone in your voice. You looked at him, your eyes suddenly b with tears. You wanted to speak, but your voice wouldn't work. Taking a deep breath, you spoke again.

"I can't." Your voice came out strangled with overflowing emotions. "It's all my fault, Namjoon. If I hadn't been so stubborn and reckless Hoseok would be still here! I would be still happy and not stuck in this state because of myself. Hoseok would still be alive with me-" You choked on your words, your tears spilling down to your cheeks. You started to wail, your hands hitting the couch with all your pent up frustration. Namjoon could only watch and wait for you to calm down. Inside he was panicking because your condition never got this bad. It was a first and he didn't know what to do.

His hands reached for his phone and dialed a number he had gotten to memorise over the years. "Hello? Please come over. It's Y/N, I don't know what to do." he hanged up and placed a hand on his forehead, feeling distressed. He was her brother, for 's sake. And here he was, unable to do nothing. 

You were fast asleep on your bed, your hair splayed out. Jimin was sitting at the edges of the bed, his fingers your hair. "Hoseok!" You cried out all of a sudden. Your hand shot out and grabbed Jimin's, holding them tightly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have fought with you. Hoseok, I love you. Don't leave me." You feverishly mumbled, your head tossing around wildly. Jim