Hoseok POV

As the night dragged on, I sipped on my tea and used two fingers to lazily scroll through the script on my screen. I knew I was supposed to be editing Namjoon's latest chapter, but I couldn't bring myself to work on it. My thoughts were too caught up worrying about Seokjin and Jimin and if they'd be alright. I really hoped they were right about it being a matter of time, but if it wasn't? We'd be at a complete loss on how to switch them back. And what if Namjoon and I switched again? I really didn't want to go through that.

I set down my mug on my thigh and laid my laptop on the coffee table in front of the couch I was curled up on, heaving a sigh. I rubbed my hand across my face, my eyes drooping from the long day. I stood and stretched, moving towards the kitchen, quickly trying to drain the remainder of my drink before tossing it into the sink. 

I picked up the mail that I had gotten earlier and moved into my bedroom, dropping them on my nightstand. I pulled my phone from my pocket to check my notifications, seeing I only had one missed call from Namjoon about an hour ago. He was probably calling me back to talk about a problem I was having; I dropped my phone on the edge of my bed, deciding to talk to him about it tomorrow. I turned away from it for now, stepping into the shower and cleaning myself. I then got dressed for bed, turned off the overhead light and slipped under the sheets. Flicking on the lamp, I flipped through my mail, the bold letters on the envelopes drenching me in anxiety the more I went through.

Bills. They were all bills. Eight, to be exact. The monthly bill from my college loan, my electricity bill, my water bill, phone bill, taxes, insurance, and two loans I'd taken from the bank in order to pay the past month's amount. Dread was overwhelming me as I realised I couldn't afford to pay all this back, tears building in my eyes as my stomach growled, reminding me that I couldn't even manage to eat much. I bit my lip and glanced at my phone at the end of the bed. My hand reached out unconsciously, thinking that maybe I could ask my parents for help. But I quickly drew my hand back, shaking that thought from my head. I promised myself that I wouldn't rely on them again, considering all that went down i