Agust's head shot up when the door opened, seeing Namjoon step inside.

The boy raised an eyebrow when he saw the two enemies sitting beside each other on the bed. "Wow, and you didn't kill each other?"

Jungkook jumped up, walking quickly over to Namjoon and pulling the boy to the side. "He knows."

Namjoon's eyes shot to Agust, but the alter had lowered his head again, scrolling through Jungkook's gallery for more pictures of Jimin.

"What did he say when he saw?" Namjoon asked in a low voice.

"Nothing, he doesn't seem to care." Jungkook whispered.

Namjoon nodded, thinking quickly. "Okay. It's fine. We'll figure it out, if we even need to."

"Stop talking about me." Agust said, not looking up from the phone. His knees were still up to his chest, his arms on either side of them, his chin resting on his knees. "I'll kill you."

Namjoon walked over. "What was your question, Agust?"

Agust looked up, lowering the phone rest on top of his toes. He glanced at Namjoon's kind face, then flicked his gaze to Jungkook, whose expression was unreadable.

He stood up, and Namjoon backed away to give him some space.

Agust suddenly shot his hand out, grabbing Namjoon's shirt and pushing him back, shoving him out the door and slamming it shut in the boys shocked face.

"Agust-"

"I have a different question for Jung- the rabbit." Agust huffed. "And you're not allowed to hear it, dumb sub."

Namjoon sighed through the door. "Fine, but hurry up. Yoongi has been gone for too long."

Jungkook watched the alter lean against the door, his black hair obscuring his eyes.

"Yeah?" Jungkook prompted after a moment of silence, and then realized Agust had just done to him what he had done twice to Agust, and he gave the boy a smirk. "Nice one."

Agust grinned back. "I'm not stupid like the sub."

Namjoon growled and pounded on the door. "I can hear you."

Agust stepped away from the door and Jungkook followed.

Agust looked at the ground, still holding Jungkook's phone in his hand. He raised it, showing off another picture of Jimin. He cocked his head, searching Jungkook's face as the boy looked at the picture. "This."

"Yeah?" Jungkook didn't understand.

"Why...why are...okay, you're the pink things caregiver, his best friend and the closest person to him." Agust said. "Not to mention his boyfriend."

Jungkook nodded. "Yeah, and?"

"And you hate me. You probably hate me more than you hate Yoongi's father." Agust pushed, frowning.

"And?"

Agust huffed, annoyed Jungkook was making him say all this. "And you're extremely protective of everyone in this house!"

"Yeah. And?"

Agust growled. "Put it together, Bunny McSteroids! Why the hell are you even allowing me to have a crush on Jimin when you hate me and you would die to protect him? Why did you let me have this to look at after I said I-...what I said. Why didn't you immediately punch me or threaten me or whatever else you probably wanted to do to me? Why am I still breathing right now?"

Jungkook said nothing for a moment, but the smile still spread across his face. "Because, Agust. Jimin is safe with you."

Agust flinched when Jungkook raised his hand, but the boy placed it on Agust's shoulder, and didn't slap the alter across the face like Agust had been expecting.

Agust's eyes were wide in shock, not knowing how to handle this.

"I know you won't hurt Jimin. I saw how you didn't touch him back on the couch, even though I know you wanted to. And I know Jimin; if he ever finds out you've been Agust and not Yoongi, he'll want to try to change your heart. He's the sweetest, kindest, most selfless boy ever. Whether you're Agust or Yoongi, he would go on a date with you. I'm Jimin's caregiver, but I don't control him. He's free to make his own decisions, even if I won't always agree with them. And we're all poly, so he's free to date whoever he wants. And if he just happens to want to date you, then I won't stop him."

Agust was shocked silent, his eyes searching Jungkook's for any lies in the boys statement.

"And besides," Jungkook shrugged, pulling his hand back. "You're not Yoongi, but you have his body, so I can't throw you out the window. I shouldn't have kicked you earlier either, so...sorry about that."

Agust didn't know what to say. He looked back at the floor, swallowing hard.

"It's...not right for me to hang out with Pink when I'm pretending to be Yoongi, is it? It's...deceptive...right? Because even if it's true he'll still want to be around me if he knows it's me, I have to let him make that decision on his own, don't I? I can't hide forever just because I'm scared of what he'll say." He sighed, raising his head and shaking his hair out of his eyes. "Fuck, you don't happen to have a book about morals just laying around, do you?"

Jungkook smiled. "You wouldn't need it anyways, you're doing great on your own."

Agust smiled for the briefest second, before he quickly looked away, to the door. "The subs right, it's been too long. Yoongi knows I took over because I shoved him down so suddenly. I shouldn't have done that, now he's aware I can take over whenever."

Jungkook nodded. "Namjoon and I will explain to him everything. You saw what he gave Suga, I'm sure he would be willing to work out something with you too."

Agust snapped his head back to him. "Okay, now I know you're lying. That slut would never give me permission to come out whenever I want."

"You never know, people are surprising creatures." Jungkook said comfortingly.

Agust slid his tongue along his teeth, thinking. He nodded once, before heading to the door and opening it.

Namjoon pushed himself off the wall, from where he had been leaning against it as he waited. "Is everyone...good?" He asked tentively, looking to Jungkook, who nodded.

"Is the loud cute tiny pink baby thing still in the bath?" Agust asked, looking up and down the hallway.

"His name is Jimin." Namjoon raised an eyebrow. "You do know how to say Jimin, right?"

"Semantics, bitch ass sub." Agust snapped.

"Yes, he's finishing up soon, so what's your question?" Namjoon asked.

Agust looked over his shoulder at Jungkook, and quickly kicked the boys door shut in Jungkook's face.

He grabbed Namjoon's wrist and hurried down the hall to Yoongi and Namjoon's bedroom, closing the door behind them for privacy.

Namjoon took a seat on the bed, sitting criss cross with his hands in his lap, watching Agust pace. "So, I can't know the question you asked Jungkook, and he can't know the question you want to ask me?"

"Yes." Agust snapped. "And you two better not talk to each other about me behind my back about them- I'll kill you!"

Namjoon held his pinky out to the alter, who stopped and stared at it.

"The fuck is that?" Agust blinked in confusion.

"A pinky promise." Namjoon said. "It means I'm promising to you that I won't tell Jungkook or anyone else whatever it is you want to ask me."

Agust stared at the boys hand, before he slowly raised his own hand out and copied the gesture.

Namjoon leaned forward a little and wrapped his pinky around Agust's, shaking their hands up and down once. "There. It's official now."

Agust stared at his pinky, holding it up close to his face. "So..the pinky is magical? The spell is complete?"

Namjoon chuckled. "It's about trust, Agust. Promises are founded on trust. I want to show you that you can trust me."

Agust lowered his hand. "But you don't trust me. At least, not a lot."

"No," Namjoon answered honestly. "But I trust you more right now than I ever have in the past. Which was not at all, ever. You've made progress."

Agust liked that.

"So, what is it you wanted to ask?" Namjoon patted the bed for Agust to sit down.

The alter hesitated briefly, before reluctantly sitting down, making sure to keep a couple inches of space between them.

He nervously played with his hands that were in his lap, looking down at them instead of at Namjoon.

"You know...how I can see and hear everything the pain slu-...Yoongi does?" Agust asked.

Namjoon nodded and waited for him to continue.

"He let himself get hurt and uncomfortable...just so that Suga could come out. And he...gave him that journal with all those messages you guys wrote...and said Suga was welcome to take over any time, and you all agreed." Agust spoke slowly, hating the way his eyes teared up and it was hard for him to keep his tone even, his breath catching every now and then.

Namjoon nodded again, letting the alter compose himself without interruption.

"I know Suga has done more for Yoongi than me, Yoonji and Yoonie combined..but...do you think it's possible that...I mean, since I was the one who actually, finally got Yoongi out of that hell...that that's enough for...to..."

"For Yoongi to give you permission to take over whenever as well?" Namjoon supplied softly for him.

Agust shook his head. "No. Do you think it's enough to...convince you all that I can be good enough to deserve the same?"

Namjoon was surprised. To hear the bad guy alter put the other housemates wants before his own was something Namjoon never thought Agust would ever do.

"Honestly, Agust, I think what you should do is ask them yourself." Namjoon said sincerely. "Tell them the truth- that you're Agust, that you want to gain people's trust, and that you would like the same privilege that Suga has."

Agust tensed instantly and shook his head wildly. "No! N-no, I can't! They'll scream at me and say no and they don't trust me at all and they'll think I'm up to no good and it'll hurt and-"

"Hey, hey, Agust, listen to me." Namjoon grabbed the boys hands, squeezing them comfortingly. "Listen, I know they're not going to immediately be on board with the idea, and, yeah, I fully believe they'll think you have evil, underlying motives. But look at the facts here; you already have the ability to take over whenever and what have you done with it? Respect Jimin? Not hurt anyone? They have to take that into consideration."

Agust bit his lip, unsure, and with tears still in his eyes.

"Agust," Namjoon raised his hand to the alter's head, soothingly running his fingers through the boys hair in the way he knew Yoongi loved. "You also have the most important thing on your side right now."

"A large knife?" Agust sniffed.

Namjoon quickly checked the boys sides for weapons. "N-no,...mine and Jungkook's trust."

Agust looked at the ground. "That's only a little bit."

"Yeah, but it's also a lot. They'll all give you a chance if you ask for it, I know it." Namjoon said.

Agust sighed deeply, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. "Maybe you're not a dumbass, sub."

"You can call me Namjoon." Namjoon reminded him.

Agust thought about it, then shook his head. "No, I like calling you sub. It was fun to watch you go from an annoying hetero-alpha to Yoongi's favorite little slut."

Namjoon bit his cheeks, trying not to get irritated at the childish remarks. "You should be prepared for the unbelievable things love makes you do."

"Oh yeah," Agust perked up, like he remembered something. "Why do you love Yoongi? You hated him for so long, like hate hate. And then I blink and suddenly you're on your back and spreading your whore legs for him whenever he snaps his fingers- like what?!"

Namjoon glared. "Okay, it's not exactly like that, first of all. And secondly..." He trailed off, looking to the side, but Agust knew the boy wasn't seeing the bedroom, but a memory.

"Secondlyyy?" He prompted after a moment of silence.

Namjoon blinked and shook his head. "Nothing."

Agust opened his mouth to argue, but Namjoon held up a finger to the boys lips. "I need to talk to Yoongi. Will you please let him back out?"

Agust growled. "I want to know now."

"Trust, remember?" Namjoon raised his eyebrows. "I'm asking you to please let Yoongi come back, and in return I promise I'll tell you why I love Yoongi next time you take over."

Agust frowned, and then held up his pinky.

Namjoon smiled and did the same, and they shook.

"You pinky promised me." Agust warned. "So you can't back out now! I'll kill you if you do!"

"I won't," Namjoon assured him.

Agust sighed, and his shoulders slouched. Namjoon thought Yoongi was about to emerge, but then Agust lifted his head. "Wait- one last thing!"

"Yes?" Namjoon was patient.

"When can I see my baby again?" Agust questioned.

"You call him that like you love him, but you know he wants to kill you." Namjoon said.

Agust smiled. "Yeah, it's a whole thing. He's adorable, my cute baby."

"How about a deal?" Namjoon proposed. "If you promise to think seriously about all that Jungkook and I have talked to you about, and about telling the others about what you want, then I promise to let you and RM have a whole day together. Deal?"

Agust stared at Namjoon's held out pinky, before he nodded and they shook again.

"Deal."

Namjoon beamed, and watched as Agust let himself slide down, allowing Yoongi to take his place.

"Jimin!" Yoongi gasped, nearly falling off the bed.

Namjoon quickly grabbed him. "Wait, he's okay! It's all fine, I swear, baby."

Yoongi faced him, eyes wide. "Agust was alone with him- where's Jungkook, why are we- when did-" He groaned, wrapping his arms around his middle. "What the fuck happened?" He wheezed.

Namjoon sighed, pulling his husband in close for a tight hug. "I have a lot to tell you, sweetheart."