Flashback to previous chapter
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All the men were now on the ground, beaten up terribly.
Jimin ran to him and embraced him.
Jeongsin stumbled back slightly, confused.
But then he saw Jimin.

"Let go" He said.
Jimin just held onto him tightly.
Jeongsin pushed him away and looked in the direction of Jiwon.

Jiwon stiffened, but then sneaked away.
He was about to go after her when he heard Jimins voice:
"Hyung!"

He felt a slam to his head, making him stumble forwards.
He touched the back of his neck and saw that his hand was covered in dark blood.
He turned around and grabbed the metal pipe off the man.

He slammed it down onto him, the man falling down, going still.
He dropped the pipe.

Jeongsin left to follow Jiwon, in the dead of the night.
Was it safe?
Definetly not.
Was it even safer when he was in a different personality, not conscious of his actions?

Even worse

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Jiwon rushed away, scared that Namjoon might hurt her like he hurt the others.
And, she kind of ran off on him when her ex chased her so..
He's probably mad.

She called for a taxi, but they didn't stop.
"Well hello there"
She jumped in fright and turned around shakily.
There stood Jeongsin, his gaze cast on her.
Jeongsin laughed a dark laugh.

"H-How did you f-find me?" She stuttered out.
Jeongsin rolled his eyes.
"My eyes exist. And. You kind it sneaked away obviously to avoid me. Why though?" He said moving closer to her.

She backed away.
"U-Uh... W-Well.."
"Do you know me?"
She looked at him.
"Well. I kind of met you at the party so.. -"
"No. I meant as in did you meet me before the party?" Asked Jeongsin.

Jiwon shook his head.
"You did. You definetly did"
Jiwon shook her head again.

Jeongsin took her wrist, and started going somewhere.
"Oi! Let me go you psychopath!" She screamed, trying to free herself.
He ignored her and continued walking.
"Are you deaf?! Let. Me. Go!" She said, finally freeing herself.

Jeongsin looked back at her.
He huffed.
"Why can't you be a good girl and just play along my rules?" He said.
He started walking towards her again but then she screamed and pushed him away.

He fell back and hit his head off the pole.
He winced and held his head.
"H-Hey are you okay?" She said, looking at him unsurely.
He clutched at his head as another headache came over him.

Jeongsin slowly melted away back into Namjoon's mind and then Namjoon was back.
He looked up.

"Are you okay?.." Jiwon said.
"... Yeah..?" Namjoon said, but then it hit him.
"Oh shoot"

He chuckled nervously, looking down at his clothes.
"I... Should be going. See you!"
He ran, leaving a confused Jiwon.
He ran back to the party.

"Oi!"
Namjoon looked around and saw an angry Jin.
He went to him and grabbed him by the hem of his shirt.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! Beating up innocent people and stealing! This is not the Namjoon I know!" Snarled Jin.

Namjoon hung his head.
"I'm sorry Hyu—"
"A sorry won't fix this mess! As a leader you should be responsible! We're going home"

He gathered up all the others and went home with them, still mad.
He made Namjoon go to his room once they arrived.

Namjoon ripped off the piercings, and threw them down.
"Why?! Why do you make my life so difficult, Jeongsin?!" He cried out, looking at himself in the mirror.
His reflection smirked.

"I? I make your life difficult? I help you! I help you through the pain, I TAKE ON YOUR PAIN! You let me take control so I take care of YOUR problems! I? I MAKE YOUR LIFE MISERABLE?" The reflection replied.
Namjoon felt the tears well up in his eyes before he hit the mirror.

The glass cracked and there was blood on his fist.
The reflection of him chuckled.
"Without me. You'd die. You'd be lost in your sadness. No one would help you"

The reflection turned back to his normal one.
Namjoon let the tears roll down his cheeks before another sharp headache hit him.

He winced, clutching at his head.
He dropped down, curled up in a ball.
Then he stiffened again.
His eyes opened again, and his eyes were now a light blue.
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Taeyong had arrived at the BTS House, immediately needing to see Namjoon.
"Oh. Hi Taeyong. What brings you here?" Said Jin, taking him in.
"I need to talk with Namjoon—"
"He's grounded"

"But this is seriously important! It involves his health!"
Jin considered it, before sighing and nodding.
Taeyong quickly rushed up to Namjoon's room.
He slowly opened the door, and looked in.

"Namjoon??" He said.
There was a rustling.
Taeyong went in slowly and closed the door.
He went to the lump of covers on the ground.
"Namjoon?.." He said quietly.

The covers slid off, and there stood a Namjoon, in a pink dog onesie.
Taeyong tilted his head in confusion.

The new personality narrowed its eyes and folded his arms.

"This bitch seriously"

She smacked Taeyong, who brought his hand up to his cheek where he was slapped.

"Its Na-So! N-A-S-O. You disgusting rat"
Taeyong glared at Na-so.
"Ah yes. Dear Na-so. How's life?" Said Taeyong through gritted teeth.
"Since when do you care about my life" She said, plopping down onto the bed.

Taeyong let out a frustrated sigh.
She is difficult to handle.

"Look... Na-so. How about you—"
Na-so had got up and snatched Taeyong's phone off him.
"Oi! Give it back!"
She looked at his wallpaper and saw someone that made her look closer.
She shoved the phone in his face, pointing to a face.

"Who's this?" She said.
Taeyong realised it was WinWin.
"Uh... A friend"
"Dumbass. I meant as in his name" said Na-so.
"... Stage name is WinWin—"

She looked back at the picture of him.
"Damn. He hot"
Taeyong inhaled sharply, collecting himself.
She looked back at him.

"What? Can't I compliment men?" She said.
"Then what am I?" Asked Taeyong.
"Judging from the pictures you take and have on your camera roll, a patient that escaped from the mental institution"

"Oh come on! — you know what. Here, let's go" He said, grabbing her wrist.
"Aish! That's no way to treat a girl, you rat"
He snuck her out of the house, before going down.

"Uhm. I had to take Namjoon away.. He wasn't... Feeling.. The best"
Jins eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"He was fine when he beat up all those people.." He muttered.
Taeyong snuck out, and his blood chilled when he saw Na-so was gone.

He saw a sticky note attached to where he left her.
He quickly read it.

"You left your phone. So I decided to check where that whole WinWin guy lives. Gone to see my oppa >:). See you disgusting rat!!"

Taeyong cursed out loud and quickly ran to the NCT house.
He literally slammed the door open when he got there.
All of the other NCT members were chatting.
"Where's WinWin?!" Taeyong exclaimed.
".. In his room. Wh—" Began Johnny, but Taeyong already ran off to WinWin's room.

He burst in through the door.
WinWin looked up.
Taeyong let out a sigh of relief.
"What's wrong?" Asked WinWin in confusion.
"Ah. Nothing. Just—"

There was a slam of a door.
"I have come to see you, Oppa!" came a voice.

"Oh fuck"

Taeyong quickly ran to WinWin and shielded him.
Na-so came into the room, panting.
"What did you do?!" Said Taeyong.
Na-so smirked.

Taeyong grabbed WinWin's hand and went to the living room.
Everyone was lying on the ground, groaning.

"S-She... I-is one... Fierce Woman" Said Doyoung, before he dropped his head down in exhaustion.

Taeyong glared at Na-so, who sent him a sweet smile.

Great.
A bitchy personality in his house.
What else could he want?