Namjoon eyed the way Agust crept out of Jungkook's room, wondering what the two had been up to lately.

It had been a few days since Yoongi got back from the hospital and things had slowly started going back to normal.

It was going to take a lot longer before they were ever fully healed, but they were all aiming towards progress.

"When are you gunna come visit my store, Nyummie?" Hoseok asked, pouring some cereal into a bowl.

"You bring the store here." Namjoon retorted, referencing their overflowing storage closets full of Hoseok's store's stock. "I feel like I live in a sex shop."

"You visited Seokjin's bakery." The boy pouted. "But not my business!"

"Because he runs a sweet bakery and you run a hardcore sex shop." Namjoon reminded him. "I'd much rather have people spot me in a bakery than a perverts paradise."

"Fuck, that's what I should have named it." Hoseok stared at nothing with wide eyes.

Namjoon rolled his eyes and pressed a quick kiss to the boys cheek. "I'll make time next week, okay?"

Hoseok slapped his palm over the kissed spot, his cheeks red. "Okay, homo."

He got up and raced out of the kitchen, cereal abandoned. "Seokjin! Guess what Namsweetheart just did! The flaming rainbow just kissed me! Ha! Imagine being that gay! Anyways, c'mere sugar I wanna pound my dick into your ass!"

Namjoon rolled his eyes and went to see if Yoongi was back yet.

He wanted to ask his husband about Suga. He was slightly concerned the alter hadn't taken over after being brought home. He would have thought he wanted to see everybody, since everybody wanted to see him.

He found Yoongi brushing his teeth in the bathroom, but realized quickly it was still Agust.

"Hey, can I talk to Yoongi quick?" Namjoon approached him. "Or maybe you could help me too. I just had a questi-"

"Sorry, sub." Agust spat in the sink and rinsed off the brush. "I can't do anything else right now. I gotta let Yoongi back out in a few minutes for class and Jungkook and I aren't done planning yet."

"Planning?" Namjoon was confused. "What are you two doing?"

"Nothing." Agust batted his eyelashes innocently. "Yoongi will help you with whatever you needed, gotta go."

He darted around Namjoon and was about to dart out of the room, when he stopped and turned. "Hey, wait, when can I see my RMie baby again? It's been too long, I miss the little guy."

"I'm taller than you." Namjoon reminded him. "But if you're free tonight, you guys can meet up again."

Agust grinned. "Thanks, sub. See ya."

The alter slipped out of the room and left Namjoon to wonder what was going on.

-

Agust let Yoongi back out by the time they reached the school, and the day passed normally for the students and their teacher.

Namjoon had tried getting Jungkook to tell him what he and Agust were doing but the boy kept his lips sealed with a smile.

True to his word, Namjoon agreed Agust and RM could meet up. It had been a while, and Agust was finally changing for the good, so he deserved a reward.

Back in the bedroom that night, Namjoon sat on the bed, his knees drawn up to his chest as he watched Yoongi change into pajamas.

"I wish there was a way to separate you two," the student mused. "So Agust could be out and I could still have you as well."

Yoongi smiled as he slipped his shirt on, covering his bandaged chest. "Yoonie would be a handful, 24/7. And I'm sure we would have to bail Yoonji out of jail at least six times for beating up catcallers."

"It'd still be worth it." Namjoon insisted, laying back as Yoongi climbed onto the bed, crawling on top of his husband.

Yoongi straddled Namjoon, tracing aimless patterns over the boys shirt, wishing he could ruin the boy, but he still had to heal for a little longer.

"I love you." Yoongi said softly, sudden tears in his eyes.

Namjoon was instantly sitting up, brushing the tears away. "Baby, it's okay. I love you more than anything, you know. Please don't cry, baby." He kissed Yoongi's forehead, nose, cheeks, lips.

"I love you so much!" Yoongi cried, throwing his arms around the student. "When I was gone, and you weren't with me, I've never felt so alone and scared in my life."

"Oh, baby," Namjoon hugged Yoongi tight, tears of his own forming. "I should have been there to protect you, like I always said I would. I'm so sorry Yoongi, I-...I'm so fucking sorry."

Yoongi shook his head, pulling back and rubbing his eyes. "No...not your fault. Don't blame yourself for that, ever. I don't."

He sighed, getting over his emotional outburst. "Sorry, I've just been having nightmares recently, and I had to ground myself to reality."

He grabbed Namjoons hands and squeezed them tightly, as if assuring himself this wasn't a dream.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Namjoon gasped.

Yoongi shrugged. "There's nothing anyone can do. I'm sure they'll go away as time goes on."

Namjoon sighed, wishing he could fucking do something for his husband, but at the moment all he could do was hold him, so that's exactly what he did.

He had already fallen asleep when Yoongi suddenly wiggled out of his arms, sitting up.

"Baby?" Namjoon mumbled, waking up.

Agust chuckled. "Haven't been called that before. Not gunna lie, I kinda like it."

Namjoon yawned and reached out, flicking on the lamp beside the bed. "Agust?"

Agust bowed. "Your favorite alter has arrived, sub."

Namjoon sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Yoonie is my favorite."

Agust frowned. "Okay. Pretending that didn't hurt."

"What do you want?" Namjoon looked at the clock. "It's 2 am!"

"You said me and my baby RMie could meet!" Agust argued.

He fiddled with the hem of Yoongi's shirt. "I mean, I'd like to see him again, if that's okay with you, Namjoon."

Namjoon smiled slightly. "You're right, I did. Sorry I forgot."

Agust sighed in relief. "It's fine, sub."

And then he grew nervous. "Um...how do I...?"

And then Namjoon remembered how RM had to be triggered out; by Agust forcing himself on Namjoon.

But Agust didn't want to do that anymore. And now that the alter had changed, Namjoon didn't hate him, so he didn't know if that way would still work.

Seeing Agust's hesitation made Namjoon smile. It was a good sign to see the alter didn't want to cause harm anymore.

"It's okay," Namjoon leaned forward and grabbed the alters hand gently. "You can kiss me, I'm letting you."

Agust looked unsure. "But will that still work? He was made because you hate me, and if you stop hating me, will he still exist?"

Namjoon shrugged. "We'll have to see. He doesn't have as much power as you do, he doesn't see what I see. So maybe he still thinks nothing has changed. He hasn't been out for a while so he probably still thinks you're a bad guy."

A hint of a smile flickered on the alters face. "So, you're saying you don't think of me as a bad guy anymore?"

Namjoon smiled. "No. I don't."

Agust went still at the boys words, a wave of emotion he had never felt before crashing over him. He nodded once, looking down at the bed, suddenly unable to speak or look at the student.

Namjoon reached his free hand out and gently cupped the alters jaw, tilting his head up and leaning in.

Agust's eyes were wide, his heart skipping several beats at the close proximity. He stared at the boys soft, thick lips, so close to his own slightly parted ones.

"Agust," Namjoon whispered in the dim light, his voice deep. "Can I kiss you?"

Agust swallowed, words once again escaping him. Several seconds passed, before he finally nodded, realizing he couldn't speak in his current state.

Namjoon leaned in when Agust nodded, and pressed their lips together softly.

Agust was frozen, but then he slowly melted into the kiss, getting warmer and warmer. He placed his hands on the boys thighs, getting closer, opening his mouth more.

It felt so nice, was this how Suga felt when Namjoon had kissed him? Agust had seen it happen, saw the way the strongest alter crumbled after being shown true affection for the first time in his life.

He forgot their goal was to trigger RM out, so when he was suddenly shoved away, Agust was confused, until he saw the cold glare above him.

RM wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Damn it! I'll fucking kill you!"

Agust grinned. "Missed you too, sweet stuff."

RM raised a hand, ready to punch Agust, and the older alter blocked it.

"Hey, come on now, people are sleeping." He scolded, waving a finger in RM's face as if he was parenting a young kid. "Let's be respectful and have peace- oof!"

RM kicked Agust off the bed, and the alter gasped in pain, landing on the floor with a loud thud.

RM leaped off the bed, ready to fight, and Agust quickly rolled onto his back, kicking his legs up defensively. "Okay, wait, hold on, I need to explain-"

"I'm not here to listen!" RM hissed.

Agust barely rolled out of the way in time when the baby alter overturned the bedside table, nearly crushing him.

The lamp became unplugged and the room was thrown in darkness.

"RM!" Agust snapped, scrambling to his feet and scanning the dark room. "Listen to daddy!"

A gagging sound to his right alerted Agust where the other alter was, and he threw his arms up just in time, shielding his face from the punches RM threw at him.

He hooked his foot around the baby alter's leg, tripping him and sending RM crashing to the floor.

Trying to see in the dark, Agust quickly climbed on top of the younger alter, reaching out blindly for the boys fists and finding them, pinning them to the carpet as he sat on RM's stomach.

They both caught their breath for a few moments, and then RM was struggling and kicking the ground. "Get off me! I'll kill you!"

Agust chuckled, arms shaking as he tried to hold the alter in place. "You sound like me when I was your age."

RM suddenly sat up, sinking his teeth into Agust's hand hard enough to break the skin and taste blood.

Agust shouted, releasing him and shaking his hand painfully, and RM shoved him off, scrambling to his feet.

He found the light switch and flipped it on, flooding the room with light.

Agust growled, rubbing his eyes at the sudden change. "Bad boy, RMie." He glared.

RM wasn't one for words and he glowered back, still ready to fight.

Agust sighed, running a hand through his hair, trying to calm down. "Listen, okay? I'm not here to fight with you. Not anymore. I'm not a bad guy, so you don't have to hate me."

RM scoffed. "I'll always hate you. I'm the embodiment of hatred that kid has for you. I won't ever go away and you won't ever change me." He shook his head. "And you won't change either. People never change, and you're not even a person. You already tried once, and look what happened."

He yanked up his shirt, revealing the healing cuts and bruises.

Agust bit his lip, glaring at the alter while blood dripped down his pale hand and fell silently to the carpet.

"I killed him."

RM didn't react for a moment, and then he blinked, dropping his shirt back down. "What?"

"I killed him." Agust sighed, collapsing onto the bed, his arms outstretched against the soft mattress. "The one who started all this. I burned him alive."

"Why are you telling me this?" RM asked, taking a step closer.

"Because I like you." Agust threw an arm over his eyes. "And I had to tell somebody."

RM walked over to the edge of the bed, grabbing the headboard and leaning over it. "How did it feel?"

"To be a murderer?" Agust grinned at the memory. "Freeing. Amazing. Like I'm weightless. I wish I could do it again and again and again."

"That's concerning." RM mumbled.

"I only kill bad people." Agust waved his hand at the other alter.

"You almost killed Jungkook, and he's a hero." RM reminded him.

"Key word- almost." Agust said. "And at the time I thought he was a bad guy so-"

He sat up, looking in confusion at the alter. "Wait, how the hell did you know that?"

RM said nothing, his eyes glittering as he watched Agust.

"Baby," Agust slid off the bed and hurried over to the younger boy. "Have you...been taking over the subs life without anyone knowing?"

RM was stoic, not saying anything or changing his neutral facial expression.

"RMie..." The color drained from Agust's face. "Were you...were you out that night? The night everything went to hell?"

Pieces were connecting in the alters mind and horror filled him.

"Is this part of why you hate me so much?" Agust whispered. "Because you take over whenever Namjoon doesn't have control...and that night I turned those three against him..."

His shocked eyes met RM's emotionless ones.

"Baby...was it you they tortured?!"