He was nothing. He had nothing, there was nothing for him. 

He was utterly alone, defenseless against everything coming to him now. 

Desung was no longer forced to hide behind closed doors. He could come visit Jin in his room at night, he could pull him into a room when he was walking down the hall, he could force him out of the kitchen when he was making breakfast. 

He could do whatever he wanted. 

And no one was there to stop him. 

Not Yoongi. 

Not Taehyung. 

Not Hoseok, Jimin, Namjoon or Jungkook. 

Jin was completely and utterly alone, and there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing he would do about it. He couldn’t put Yejun in any kind of danger, and he was no more scared than ever to even think about saying anything. He was trapped in his own mind, and left to suffer alone. 

Things had changed, ever since that day. The others stopped talking to Jin, started treating him like a stranger. The few times he’d seen Yoongi, the man had acted like he didn’t even exist. No one was mean to him, no one was rude to him, but they just acted like he didn’t exist. 

Which was so much worse. 

He was isolated and as sad as it sounded, the only friend he had was Yejun. And he couldn’t tell a young child his problems. What could Yejun do to help him?

So Jin remained alone, and there was no one to help him, no one to guide him, and this time, there was no promised date of graduation to get him out of this situation.

He was stuck. 

Perhaps forever. 

-

Yoongi sighed and continued to type into his computer. Stupid, he was stupid. 

He’d fallen in love. He’d trusted someone again with his heart, and once again...he was left with nothing but the pain of losing a loved one. 

Except this time it was so much worse. 

Walking down his own home and seeing the face of the man who’d broken his heart. Watching as him and the man he’d hired to tutor his son disappeared off into a private room to do things Yoongi didn’t even want to think about. 

Every single time it felt like they were shoving it into his face that they were together and that Yoongi had been a fool enough to fall for Jin. A man so beautiful and kind, someone who had gone through so much, yet still tried to do his best. Really, how could Yoongi be mad at him when the man had already suffered enough?

He hadn’t lied. As much as it hurt him, and as much as he wanted to punch someone, throw something, break something, he just wanted Jin to be happy. No matter how much the man had hurt him, he wanted Jin to be happy, even if that meant he wasn’t with him. 

Once those thoughts had started, other ones had started to invade his mind. Perhaps he just wasn’t good enough for Jin, then. Yoongi knew that the man deserved more of his time, more of his affection. Yoongi spent long days in the office, and even when they were together, he was often ignoring the poor man to stare at his computer screen and type. 

Jin deserved someone who could give him all of the time and attention in the world. He wanted love and affection after all that had happened to him, and perhaps Desung had just simply given him more of what he needed than what he had. 

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. 

Yes. 

He just simply did not deserve Jin, he had not tried hard enough to keep him…

And for that he had lost him. 

-

Taehyung sighed and looked out the window. He was currently on a plane, on his way back home. 

He’d dropped everything, risking his attendance, his scholarship, everything, because of the guilt eating away at him. He’d left Jungkook and Namjoon and he knew that the two men had been trying to contact him, but he’d changed his number, blocked them on all social media. 

He was embarrassed. 

But he felt guilty, and he knew that the men wanted to talk to him, and after many restless nights, he finally couldn’t take it anymore. The next thing he knew, he’d bought a plane ticket and now found himself about three hours from home, on a plane. 

Dread filled his chest as his destination grew closer and closer, but he knew that this needed to be done. 

He hadn’t told anyone of his arrival, he hadn’t even told Jin, who he also needed to apologize to. Taehyung sighed, knowing that he’d left a mess back at home, a mess that he now had to clean up. He’d run for too long and he hated the long nights of restless slumber, the constant thoughts bombarding his mind. 

When Taehyung landed, he still wasn’t ready. 

But he was there, and there was no turning back now.