Yoongi headed to Namjoon's room, knocking lightly on the door.

There was no answer, but Yoongi opened the door anyways.

"Namjoon," Yoongi said softly, seeing the boy curled up on his bed. He walked over and sat down, reaching out to rub the boys side comfortingly. His eyes trailed over the boys form, staring hungrily.

Namjoon didn't respond, but Yoongi looked over and saw he was glaring at the opposite wall, his pillow being strangled in a hug in his arms.

"Baby, look at me." Yoongi murmured, squeezing the boys shoulder, his hand lingering.

Namjoon stubbornly refused, even when Yoongi's hand dropped dangerously close to his clothed cock.

"Sub-"

"You shouldn't be so close to me."

Yoongi blinked. "What do you mean?"

"RM only wants to hurt you, and I have no idea how he took over. He could do it again, right now." Namjoon muttered.

Yoongi pried Namjoon's pillow out of his arms and tossed it away, taking its place instead.

Namjoon huffed, trying to push Yoongi away. "Yoongi, I'm serious. I have no idea how to stop him and that puts you in danger-"

"I'm never in danger when I'm with you." Yoongi grabbed his sub back, clinging to him and refusing to be shaken off, despite how small he was and how strong Namjoon was.

He hugged the boy tightly, feeling every inch of Namjoon's body. His smooth skin. His muscles. His long legs. He bit his lip, his heart starting to race in excitement.

Namjoon sighed, giving up and wrapping an arm around his husband.

"You're so annoying." He muttered.

Yoongi grinned, kissing Namjoon's cheek. "Says the most stubborn person alive." His eyes glittered.

He cuddled the younger boy tightly, pressing soft kisses to Namjoon's head and hair for a few moments, wanting Namjoon to be calm for what he was about to say.

"I think we should let them meet."

Despite his attempts, Namjoon tensed immediately, shooting upright and shaking his head.

"No! Are you crazy? Agust is the worst thing ever to exist and RM could be even worse!"

"Namjoon-"

"What if they conspire together, huh? What if they make some crazy big scheme and hurt our friends or ruin our lives?" Namjoon was ranting now, his hands raised above his head as he paced the room.

Yoongi sat up and watched him, slightly amused.

"Namjoon-"

"Agust almost got you in jail last year, remember? We barely got out of that mess, and he still got you fired! If RM is smart like me then the damage he could do is triple that!"

"Namjoon-"

"Not to mention Suga said he was a baby alter and therefor could easily be manipulated by someone like Agust, and I would have to watch helplessly as he did horrible things!" Namjoon continued.

"Namjoon-"

"No." Namjoon put his hands on his hips and shook his head. "That's not gunna happen. Ever. I refuse!"

"Sub." Yoongi got up from the bed. He walked over and cupped the boys face, squishing his cheeks slightly. "Listen to me."

Namjoon stared, not really having a choice as Yoongi captured his face in his hands.

"We'll tie them both down and have them talk it all out. There's nothing Agust would be able to do, and RM could get his peace and settle down. The others will be watching and supervising. It'll be fine." Yoongi insisted.

Namjoon shook his head best he could. "Last time we tried to tie Agust down he-" He trailed off, not wanting to think about that. Not wanting to trigger RM out again.

"It'll be different this time. Agust was smarter than we all thought before." Yoongi assured him, leaning in and kissing the boys cute nose. "I promise, baby. I'll never let him hurt you ever again. Do you trust me?"

"Of course." Namjoon replied automatically. "But-"

"RM doesn't want to hurt me, he just wants Agust. If we give him that, we can find out what and who he really is. Maybe once he works through his anger he'll be kind like Suga, or even a cutie like Yoonie." Yoongi said, his thumbs rubbing the boys dimples gently. "Trust me, baby, I really think this is the best course of action."

Namjoon sighed deeply, hanging his head.

"Alright," he mumbled. "I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask for." Yoongi smiled. He stepped back and patted the students ass. "Now go eat, sub."

Namjoon walked off, Yoongi staring at him until he disappeared down the hallway.

Once he was gone, Agust grinned.

-

You see, the psychopath had been learning after his last defeat.

He had simmered in rage, seeing Yoongi and his sluts all laugh and sing and dance and live their stupid successful lives. He wanted to ruin them all one by one.

His original plan had been to wait, abiding his time and growing stronger as he waited for a perfect opportunity to open up so he could strike. He had a million fantasies about what he wanted to do once he was out, but he knew they would never let him out without tying him up first.

He had been angry and humiliated being tied up in the basement for so long before, he didn't want a repeat of that.

Namjoon was smart, but so was Agust.

He knew he had to trick them all. The only way to win was to not let them know who was really in charge until it was too late.

But how could he push his way to the front without the other alters sensing him and trying to stop him?

It had taken weeks to figure out, and months to master, but finally Agust realized he could take over if a series of events took place first:

'Yoongi had gone 12 hours without taking the pills

'Yoongi was extremely distracted and/or tired

He had tried it one time after noticing Yoongi had forgotten his morning pill, running late. He watched like normal throughout the day, noticing his power growing a little more with every passing hour that the pill wasn't there to suppress him down.

He waited until evening, when Yoongi was getting ready for bed to strike.

He suddenly surged to the top, pushing through Yoongi's hazy thoughts and finally resting behind the drivers seat.

He glanced up and saw himself in the reflection of the mirror, not Yoongi.

He grinned, running a hand through his hair, admiring his own cleverness.

A knock on the door startled him.

"Yoongi? You almost done? I gotta shower."

Namjoon.

Agust gripped the sink tightly, his heart pounding in sick arousal at all the things he wanted to do to the dimpled boy in particular.

But he forced himself to calm down.

Now wasn't the time.

"Be out soon, sub." He called back.

He heard Namjoon shuffle away and almost laughed at how clueless the boy was.

He knew he had to get back, before Yoongi realized he wasn't in control anymore.

Reluctantly, he let himself slip back down, promising himself everything would pay off later.

Yoongi blinked, looking around and rubbing his eyes, confused.

He sighed. "Fuck, 'm tired."

He dismissed the moment, never the wiser Agust had taken over.

The evil boy was ecstatic.

But there was still another problem- his eyes.

They were darker than Yoongi's, full of hate and evil.

He tried a million things to make himself look more like Yoongi whenever he practiced slyly taking over- makeup, wearing hats that covered his face, trying out new facial expressions- but those were all too conspicuous.

He had mastered taking over when Yoongi was distracted, but he still couldn't fix his eyes.

Until he realized he had been overthinking it.

He relaxed himself, staring in the mirror as he let his anger ebb.

His eyes became softer, lighter, until he almost looked like Yoonie.

He laughed at how easy this was becoming.

Soon, this whole house and all the lives, including alters, in it would be his.

-

He thought he had done a pretty good job of tricking the dimpled boy. No one had seemed to suspect Yoongi still hadn't emerged after Suga took over, and then Agust after that.

He wanted to meet this RM alter. He was fascinated he created a new persona in Namjoon.

But in order to meet him, he didn't want to be tied down like how he knew everyone would try to do to him if they ever agreed to let him out. They had to think he was someone harmless.

He didn't want RM restrained either, he wanted to take the boy out, see what he was made of. He hoped the boy was a lot like Namjoon.

He really liked Namjoon.

But something told him he was going to like RM even more.

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remember when I said this story is fiction af and not medically correct when it comes to D.I.D.?

Yeah, lets keep that in mind at all times thanks sluts