Just a reminder that this books version of DID is not correct when it comes to the real disorder so please don't think or believe anything I write about DID in here to be true. There's so many helpful websites I've looked into for some research about the disorder and you should refer to those for accuracy and real facts about DID uwu. This books version has been edited for plot value and is at least 60% incorrect of how the real DID works in real life. I'm in no way trying to downplay or make fun of the disorder or anyone who has it, as it's a completely real, serious and terrifying disorder that just always intrigued me in psych class and should always be taken seriously.

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Yoongi had to stay in the hospital overnight after doctors concluded he had a broken rib, as well as was dehydrated, starving and had to have his numerous cuts and bruises treated, and that was only the physical side of things.

But the good news was that after his torso was bandaged up, he was allowed to heal at home for the next six weeks, and his six boyfriends were all too eager to spoil and baby him.

Obviously there was a lot to talk about, but Yoongi was still tired from all the drugs the doctors had given him and he heard everyone's babbling like a dull hum, not understanding any of it.

He snuggled deeper into Namjoon's strong arms, hiding his face in the boys chest. He breathed in the familiar, perfect scent of his husband, and relaxed, finally home.

Namjoon carried Yoongi to their bedroom and shut the door, wanting to have a moment alone with his husband.

"Baby," he murmured, laying Yoongi on the bed and brushing the boys hair aside. "Wanna change into better clothes?"

Yoongi was still wearing the clothes he had been kidnapped in; the dirty, torn, stained ones, and Namjoon wanted to throw them out.

Yoongi nodded sleepily and moved his arms so they were above his head, wincing at the ache in his side.

Namjoon was quick to kiss him and gently rubbed the boys side, easing the pain away. "Let me do everything for you, baby."

He carefully slid Yoongi's shirt off, taking his time to ensure Yoongi wasn't in any pain from the action, before tugging the boys jeans off as well. He dumped the two garments into the trashcan, ready to throw them away after this.

He picked out the shirt he had been wearing when Yoongi was gone, the one that was originally his but then Yoongi stole- and slid it over Yoongi's head, helping him get his arms through the sleeves. He was ready to get the shirt to smell like Yoongi again, the rightful owner.

He pulled the blankets over Yoongi's tired body before shutting the lights off and climbing into bed with him, laying his arm gently over Yoongi's waist.

Yoongi snuggled deeper against Namjoon, despite the way it made his rib feel sore. But he didn't care about the pain, he just wanted his Namjoon.

"I'm so sorry, Yoongi." Namjoon murmured in the dark. "I should have told you what Agust was doing from the very first time he came out. I should have told the others too. If I had...things would have played out different."

"It's not your fault," Yoongi shook his head. "You did what you had to in order to protect us. He was going to come after me anyways, no matter what anyone did. But he's gone now, so we don't have to worry about him ever again."

"I'm sure the police have arrested him by now." Namjoon mused. "Since Park should have called them about the whole fake robbery thing. I wonder what he said."

"Tell them to lock him up better next time." Yoongi muttered with a shiver and Namjoon hugged him tighter.

"Baby...please, be honest with me," Namjoon pleaded. "Did he...did either of them..." He couldn't even bring himself to say it.

Yoongi smiled at him. "No, they didn't. They wanted to, I know. But they didn't have time to before you saved me."

Namjoon sighed in relief, arms suddenly weak after the weight of his fear was lifted. "Oh thank God."

Yoongi frowned as he thought back. "It was weird though...there was one point where I couldn't feel Suga at all, and Agust was extremely weak. I've never felt them like that before. It made me think...can alters die?"

Namjoon thought about it. "Maybe...I mean, if they were created, then they should be able to die as well. Everything that's born eventually dies."

"But how?" Yoongi wondered. "Despite the obvious way- if any of them commit suicide then we all die. But Suga went through a lot with my father...I wonder if eventually he would have just...faded away."

Namjoon hugged him tighter. "You really think badass Suga would ever leave you, Min Yoongi? Him and I aren't going anywhere, asshole."

Yoongi smiled, feeling warm and happy. "You really think I would even give you the option to leave, Min Namjoon? You're in this marriage for life, sub."

And, wow, Namjoon had really missed Yoongi calling him sub.

"I love you." He whispered, kissing Yoongi's lips softly.

Yoongi kissed back, moving so he was on top of the boy, never breaking their kiss.

Namjoon placed his hands on Yoongi's waist and pulled back. "Baby, you're still so fragile. We should wait at least a week before we-"

"I'm fine." Yoongi huffed, rolling his hips against Namjoon's and both of them moaned lowly. "Missed you so much, wanna love you."

"I missed you too, and God do I want this," Namjoon groaned, his hands gripping Yoongi tightly. "But it's better to wait. You could hurt yourself and then we'll have to wait longer. Not to mention the others won't let us sleep together anymore if I break you."

Yoongi huffed, knowing his sub was right. He laid down on top of his husband, and Namjoon wrapped his arms around the smaller boy protectively.

"When I'm all better, I'm gunna fuck you so hard." Yoongi mumbled, a tiny ball on Namjoon's chest, and the younger boy held back a laugh, petting Yoongi with one hand.

"I know you will baby, I never doubt you. We'll tell Suga to cover Yoonie's eyes when that happens."

They were quiet for a few minutes and Namjoon was just about to drift off when Yoongi mumbled something.

"Who's that, baby?" He asked.

Yoongi was asleep, but Namjoon remembered the name.

He didn't know who Song-Ara was, but he made a mental note to look her up later, and then he was finally asleep as well.

-

The next day, after they had all woken up and eaten, they gathered in the living room to talk.

Namjoon and Jungkook had already explained everything to Yoongi about Agust, and now it was time for everyone else to know everything as well.

The two took turns explaining everything from the very beginning, about RM and Agust meeting up, about Agust wanting to change, and about how the alter liked Jimin.

"We really should have informed you all about this from the start, but at that point I couldn't trust Agust not to hurt you, and it was safer to just do what he said." Namjoon confessed, hanging his head. "I understand if you're mad or upset."

"I'm only upset because if I had known this from the start, I never would have done what I did to you." Taehyung said, tears in his eyes. "I should have known it was Agust lying."

"It's not your fault." Jungkook insisted. "You all had no idea he could take over on his own all of a sudden, or why he had motive to lie to you like that. We all love and trust Yoongi, so when you thought it was him saying those things about RM of course you believed him without second thought."

Still, Namjoon could see Taehyung, Seokjin and Hoseok still weren't going to forgive themselves anytime soon, and he knew the only thing he could do was give them all time.

Honestly he still needed time for himself as well. It was still a shock to take his shirt off and look in the mirror to see all the cuts and bruises.

But what he had gone through was nothing compared to what Jungkook had endured.

Namjoon looked at the youngest member now, still amazed.

Jungkook loved them all more than love itself, and they were all so lucky and grateful to have him, alive and above ground, where he should be.

"You okay?" He whispered to the boy.

"Yeah." Jungkook shot him a smile. "Everyone is home, safe and sound. That's all I ever want."

Namjoon smiled back. "Just tell me if you ever need to talk. I never want to have a miscommunication again."

Speaking of communication, there was a person here who really needed to be in the spotlight right now.

Agust peeked out from around the corner, tugging on Namjoon's sleeve.

The boy turned and saw the anxious alter looking at him. "Are they mad?" He whispered.

Instead of answering, Namjoon tugged the alter into the living room, in front of everybody.

Agust froze under their stares, and immediately hid behind Namjoon.

Of course they were mad! He almost killed Jungkook, terrified Jimin and made the others turn on Namjoon and torture him, and then got kidnapped by Byungwoo. They would never forgive him for doing that, especially not Pink, and Agust wouldn't get the opportunity or right to come out whenever he wanted like Suga could-

"Agustie?" Jimin's soft voice spoke up.

Agust stayed hiding behind Namjoon, but cautiously peered around the boy, his heart skipping several beats when he saw the little pink thing walking over to him.

Namjoon scooted out of the way, detaching Agust's fingers from his shirt, and pushed the alter closer to Jimin.

Jimin's eyes were wide, and he was shaking slightly, and Agust hated that.

Hated that he was the cause of Pink's fear.

"Are you sorry?" Jimin asked.

Agust blinked, then forced himself to look Jimin in the eyes. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"For what you did. All the bad things. Are genuinely, seriously, really, truly sorry?" Jimin asked, his hands on his hips.

Agust nodded. "I can't let my anger get the best of me anymore. I won't always get what I want and I need to accept that now. I'm truly sorry for the pain I caused you, Pink. You...you never deserved that. Never you..."

It was quiet as everyone watched and waited for Jimin's reaction.

Then the small boy broke out in a large grin, running up to the alter with arms wide open.

Agust was shocked when Jimin hugged him, his arms rigid at his side.

He immediately looked to Namjoon for help.

Namjoon smiled. "You can touch him, Agust."

Agust glanced down at Jimin for confirmation, and the pinkette giggled. "You can hug me back, Agustie. It's okay, I want you to."

Agust hesitated a moment longer, as if worried they were gunna suddenly laugh and play a cruel joke, but there was no malice in anyone's eyes as they watched the alter slowly wrap his arms around Jimin, and then hug the boy tightly, almost lifting him off the floor, his cheek pressed on top of Jimin's shoulder.

Jimin let Agust hold him for as long as the alter wanted, since he personally never broke hugs first. You never knew what someone was going through.

"I forgive you what happened on our ice cream date." Jimin said. "And I want to have a redo date with you."

Agust's eyebrows shot up. "Really?"

Jimin nodded. "I want to get to know you, and become your friend and have you become my friend."

Before Agust could say anything, Jimin held up a little finger. "But." He added, and Agust winced already.

"You tried to kill Jungkook just because you got mad." Jimin scolded. "Jungkook is my everything, and almost losing him devastated me. You can't get mad anymore, not like that. If you want to be my friend then you need to apologize to Jungkook and agree to take anger management classes. And if you can't accept that things won't always go your way then I want nothing to do with you, got it?"

Agust nodded, looking at the ground shamefully. "I'm sorry, Pink."

"I'm not Jungkook." Jimin reminded him.

Agust sighed deeply, before turning and facing an expressionless Jungkook.

"I'm sorry I buried you alive, muscle bunny." Agust apologized, looking everywhere but at Jungkook's face. "Apparently, that's illegal."

"If you hurt Jimin, you'll be the one six feet under." Jungkook said, his arms crossed.

Agust whipped around to Jimin, pointing an accusing finger at Jungkook. "He's exaggerating! I did not bury him six feet! Only like two!"

Jimin smiled, knowing this was the best he was going to get for now. "I'll let you know when I'm free next for a redo date, Agustie."

Agust smiled, pink blush coloring his cheeks. "O-okay."

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Agust was at peace now that Jimin had forgiven him, but there was still more to do.

He walked to Jungkook's room later that night, relieved to see the boy was alone.

Jungkook glanced up from his manga as Agust entered. "Hey."

Agust closed the door behind him. "About earlier...I wasn't that sincere because everyone was watching me and I don't like putting my emotions out there. Except for anger."

Jungkook set his book down and sat up, patting the bed.

Agust sat down, crossing his legs and fiddling with his fingers in his lap. "The reason I got so mad that day and attacked you...was because I thought you lied to me. After all the soul bearing I had done, I was fragile and scared and I put all my trust on you, and when you said Jimin would accept me, I believed you. Then the date went to hell and Jimin was terrified, and I concluded that you had just lied to me, and so I got angry and decided to close up everything and block everyone out. I know that doesn't excuse my extreme actions, and looking back now I see how I totally over reacted. I don't actually want you dead, Bunny McSteroids."

Jungkook smiled. "That's good to hear. I can sleep with both eyes closed now."

Agust huffed and looked up at the ceiling. "You're like the sub...you do so much for everyone here...like literally, when do you even have time for yourself? If you're not saving the sub's and the sluts marriage then you're caring for Pink or hanging out with Taehyung, or helping Team One Braincell with their school work. After seeing how much you protect and love them...I wanna be the same. I want to be friends with everyone, not just the little pink thing."

He finally looked Jungkook in the eyes. "So...will you please help me?"

Jungkook reached his hand out and grabbed Agust's, his warm skin heating up Agust's cold hands.

He knew the alter was telling the God honest truth.

"Min Agust, there is nothing I would rather do more in this world than that."

Agust beamed. "Great, because I have this idea..."

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not me ugly crying over 'Min Agust' and eating hot fudge right out the jar-

I haven't been active lately anywhere cuz I'm having issues staying asleep so im always tired and work is so busy and u know those random stabbing pains u get in like ur lower abdomen? That's been hella active lately so I think this is finally the end for me boys *spins and hits the dab like wiz khalifa*