Darkness that's all that surrounded him. At least that's how it felt to him. Surrounded by so many people but not by him. Namjoon tried to ignore the memories rushing to him. It was all too much to handle so Namjoon did what he deserved. He hurt himself, grabbed the razor not thinking about the consequences and sliced his wrist. Once, twice, a third time before finally realizing what he was doing. Dropping the razor, Namjoon began to sob, repeatedly saying,"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He had promised him that'd he stop. He couldn't even keep a promise to his dead boyfriend.

That's how he fell asleep for the third time this week. Alone, afraid, but most of all tired. Tired of living a life without his happiness, without Seokjin.

Waking up in a bathroom on cold tiled floors was not pleasant. Having to bandage your own arm after you broke a promise to a loved one was not pleasant. Everything Namjoon felt was not pleasant. Why did Seokjin have to leave him? All these questions yet all of them remained unanswered.

A knock on his door pulled him out of his thoughts.

"Namjoon?" a soft voice asked.

Namjoon decided to ignore Jimin. He isn't in the mood to face anyone.

"I got a key," he hears someone saying before there was a few rustling and finally the front door opened with a creak.

Namjoon quickly finished off cleaning the blood before stepping out into the dark hallway.

"Namjoon, are you in here?" Jimin asks.

Before long he hears footsteps coming up the stairs. The first person he sees is Jimin followed by Taehyung and everyone else following closely behind. Jimin came forward slowly, arms spread out, ready to grasp Namjoon in a hug.

"Don't." he replies turning his back.

"We want to help but we can't if you don't let us," Taehyung said.

"I never asked, did I?" he responded.

"Seokjin never would've wanted you acting this way," Hoseok said softly.

"Seokjin isn't here with us anymore why can't any of you guys understand!" Namjoon heard himself scream. He broke down sobbing in front of all his friends, the friends that wanted to make him feel better.

Seokjin

"Keep your head low. Don't look up," Jin's dad instructed him.

Jin didn't know why they had to move at a time like this. Didn't he have to be close to things from his past to remember? The move didn't seem necessary, the house they had was big enough. It was enough Jin had to lose his memory towards the accident but now change all his surroundings that could help him? Seokjin shook his head, he didn't get anything.

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