Namjoon didn't know what help kind of help she was exactly talking about but his thoughts were immediately cut of by loud banging on the door. It was three times.

The lady hurried to the door and opened it. In seconds, two buff men, twice his size, with police outfits barged in, followed by San. His breath hitched.

San was trying hard to stop them from barging in. All he could hear San saying was "you've come to the wrong place." and "you cannot barge into my apartment like this."

The lady spoke.

"It was me who called for the police."

She said, and looked at San with disgust. She pointed at him.

"He is the one, officer. Arrest him! He had been doing this illegal business for years and I have enough proof to justify my statement."

Saying that, she pointed at the teary eyed idol.

"-And also, this."

She pulled out her phone and played a recording. It was a video of her conversation with San before the two were left alone in the room.

"I had to play along or else I couldn't have saved the innocent soul over there."

San kept denying, saying that all of them were plotting a trap against him. That he had done nothing wrong and that Namjoon was a friend of him. The buff men did not struggle a bit to handcuff the later.

"Whatever you've got to say, you'll say in the custody."

One of the officers pulled at San and took him outside while he screamed and struggle to get the grip off, still determined to prove himself innocent.

Other other officer looked at Namjoon and spoke.

"You need to go to the custody to prove yourself too."

But Namjoon curled up more. He didn't want to move a single bit. He wanted his hyungs and donsaengs to take him. All he wanted was to be with them. He missed them very much.

Tears dripped from his eyes and down his chin.

"Hyung. I-I need hyung."

He pleaded. He didn't know why in the first place they weren't returning him to his family and instead taking him to a police station to speak for himself. He thought maybe they didn't yet know that not only he was assaulted, he was also kidnapped. That this is not where he lives.

"I-I'm kidnapped! Bring me to my f-family!"

He spoke louder, barely managing to not choke on his own tears. The officer raised an eyebrow and looked at the lady.

"Is she not a family member of yours?"

Namjoon was about to speak but quickly got cut off by Suya.

"No, officer. I'm just here to save him from that man. Bring his family and we'll listen to the rest in the custody."

***

A week had passed by. The members kept convincing the maknae that their leader was just not okay enough to visit but he was alive.

The recent incidents had taken a bad take in the members' mental health. Seokjin seemed to be the worst sufferer. The had started to consume alcohol almost all of the time to keep his mind of the thought of his best friend being dead. He couldn't bear that thought.

The dorm was filled with crying and sobbing at night, when the maknae was sound asleep. All of them had shed silent tears in their rooms, not knowing that the others were doing the same. It was also the time Seokjin would sneak into the kitchen and drink his sorrows away.

Jimin caught him once and told him to stop. Seokjin broke down in his embrace, his tipsy self kept repeating several apologies, about how he killed the leader. Jimin told him he did not, but he wasn't sure if the oldest trusted him on that.

It broke all the members' hearts. They knew how much the oldest blamed himself and how much the leader's abrupt absence had effected him.

It was Monday. A fresh new week. But nothing seemed to change in the dorm. Jimin, Jungkook and Hoseok had been taken the hospital for a check up. All of them had been physically fine, though still healing. Jungkook still needed a lot of rest. Jimin forced a smile as he saw the maknae walk inside the kitchen.

"Good morning Jungkook!"

He chirped. But the maknae frowned and pouted, sitting himself down on one of the chairs. Jimin noticed it.

"What's wrong, Jungkook-ah?"

"When can we see Namjoon hyung?"

Jimin tried really, really hard to keep his smile. The maknae was clearly tired of waiting now. He was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. He thanked the god for saving him from giving an answer to that.

"I-I gotta attend a call."

Saying that, he rushed out of the kitchen. The maknae watched his hyung disappear and dropped his head on the table. Tears of frustration filled his eyes. Soon, he started to sob. The other members filled the kitchen soon and found the boy crying. They immediately tried to comfort him but Jungkook shooed them away.

"I want to see Namjoon hyung!"

He exclaimed with a sob. The members felt themselves tearing up. They didn't know for long much longer they could lie to him. They'd eventually had to tell him. Seokjin dashed out of the kitchen and shut himself inside his room. It made the youngest sob even harder.

"What happened to Namjoon hyung?"

He sobbed. By that time, he had realized that something was wrong. He was getting angry.

"What happened to Namjoon hyung?! Tell me! Hyung please! I want to see Namjoon hyung!"

He kept throwing tantrums and crying while his hyungs stayed still, trying hard to suppress their own sobs. Yoongi made his way to the youngest and put a hand on his head.

"J-Jungkookie we-"

Jimin barged into the kitchen, tear dripping down his cheeks as he panted hard. He waited to catch his breath for a few minutes before his bloodshot eyes matched with Yoongi's.

"H-He's found."

***

Seokjin was the first one to rush out after the news. Hoseok stayed alone with Jungkook. The maknae was told everything before the rest of the four had left. The maknae had been a crying mess. He begged his hyung to let him go, but they denied, saying he still needed rest. Jungkook fought with the last bit of his energy, then fell asleep, still sniffling on Hoseok's lap.

It took them exactly 20 minutes to reach the police station. Taehyung immediately broke down in tears, the moment he saw the leader seated there, as said by the police in the phone call Jimin had received. He rushed in, and hugged the leader, but quickly pulled away after hearing him whimper.

"Oh, hyung."

He pouted seeing the bandages of his wrists and small bruises all of his face and neck. He still wore the same clothes and if he remembered correctly, it had been 4 days. The clothes still had blood on them. He was probably injured as well, but was kept untreated.

Things seem to happen rather quickly. The lady showed them a lot of proof against San. The members were furious. San was sentence to prison very quick as he gave up. He had no proof to prove himself innocent and eventually gave in and told about all he had been doing.

"I caused the accident."

He said, guilt prominent in his voice. But the members couldn't figure out if he was just pretending to be guilty or if he really was guilty.

"My main purpose was to just kill all of them. I hated them. I hated how much they were loved."

They couldn't believe there ears.

"You you always kill people you do not love?"

Asked Yoongi, furious. But he was quickly shushed.

"But due to the extreme jerking of the car when it rolled over, Namjoon was thrown off from the window and he had rolled down the slope into a huge bush. I wanted to kill him off as well, but suddenly got reminded of how much money he might bring to me. I took him to my...um...that institute."

He narrated all the other things he did. Namjoon whimpered as he got reminded of the torture. The times he got hit and could do nothing as his hands were tied up.

The police asked the members of they'd like to press any charges and they said they would. They would like to press charges of assault, murder attempt and kidnapping.

Everything of that took hours. It was late at night when they walked out of the police station, happy to have Namjoon by. The leader had clamped onto Yoongi's hand as tightly as humanly possible. The first thing that they did was take him to a hospital.

Throughout the entire treatment, Yoongi had sat beside him because he didn't want to be left alone. All of his cuts and bruises were treated and bandaged up. The doctor said he had gotten a mild concussion which would heal with time and a lot of rest and care.

It broke their hearts when the doctor suggested a counsellor to check on his mental health.

"He is too scared to be left alone. He can't stay like that through his entire life."

Said the doctor. The members agreed, that they would take him to a counsellor if that's what helped him to go back to his normal self. But they didn't know if he would agree.

And of course he didn't.

"But hyung, what if we needed to go somewhere and you'll have to stay alone. You're scared of staying alone!"

Jungkook said, but the leader shook his head, shoving his face into the younger's shoulders as he hugged him.

"I don't need counsellors! I just need all of you!"

He exclaimed, sounding like he was about to cry. He didn't want to go, no matter what.

"Please! Don't send me!"

The members exchanged worried glances. Seokjin came forward.

"Namjoon-ah."

He called his name in a soothing voice like a mother calming her kid. The leader immediately hugged him and sobbed.

"One of us will stay with you throughout the process. I promise. It's up to you who you want to stay with. Would you go then?"

The leader kept silence, his arms tightly wrapped around the oldest and his sniffles filled the room. Seokjin started to pat his back.

"Please?"

He stopped patting his back, hoping to hear the expected response. The younger slowly let go of the hug.

"Okay."

A wide smile spread over Seokjin's face.

"Thank you! So, who do you want to sit with you?"

Namjoon nibbled on the hem of his shirt a bit, then put his hand up, pointing at the one infront of him. Seokjin. The older agreed. Of course he did!

***

Two weeks. Exactly two weeks. It was probably one of the most painful period of time in the lives of the members. It was filled with crying, sobbing, panic attacks and screaming.

After the first three days of counselling, Namjoon started to throw tantrums for not going back. It had been terrible for him. The counsellor dug deep inside his memories, forcing him to recall things he never ever wanted to. He had uncountable panic attacks. And Seokjin had witnessed all of them. He shed a few tears along with the leader.

Namjoon's mood was ruined. He yelled at the members, telling them they didn't care about them as they were sending him off to therapy without him wanting to. The members knew it was completely wrong.

One week. Namjoon didn't know what to say. He was tired of the therapy. But he felt a difference.

Really. My members are in the same house. Just not in the same room. I'm not alone. I don't need to be afraid.

He looked at the door and smiled when the door knob was turned and the door creaked open. Jimin peeked his head in.

"Dinner's ready, hyung!"

"Actually, can you please bring my food here? I've got some important work to complete."

"Okay!"

***

Namjoon smiled. He didn't know why he was smiling. Maybe because he was glad his members forced him to go to the counsellor. Yesterday was his last day. He doesn't get spooked when he thinks about what had happened two weeks ago.

He can feel his life going back to normal. He knew that he couldn't always have one of the members with him. He wasn't scared to be alone anymore. He had spoken about everything to his counsellor and surprisingly, it felt much lighter. The counselor's advices had helped him a lot to overcome his fear.

He laughed.

Of course it worked! It's literally the counsellor's duty!

"Hyung!"

He snapped his head to the direction of the voice and put up the largest smile ever. His maknae hopped to him and hugged him.

"What's gotten into you?"

"I just missed you, hyung."

The leader chuckled while the maknae pouted.

"We see each other everyday, Jungkook-ah."

"But I need to see you every second, hyung!"

Namjoon laughed harder. His maknae shoved his face on his neck.

"Jungkook."

"Hmm?"

"You're the best maknae, have I ever told you that?"

A shy giggle was received from him.

"A million times hyung."

Namjoon smiled. He thought about how much he loved his members and regretted being rude to them a week ago.

"I just hope you know that. I'll tell the others too."

His smiled grew wider.

"I'll make sure all of you know how precious all of you are."

***

It's finally done!