"I think that we should all just calm down first and--"

"Jung fucking Hoseok!" Jin screamed. A whirlwind of emotions was running through his mind, and he didn't know what to think.

"They sold him to a strip club." Namjoon said as Hoseok didn't say anything. Jin flinched, his mouth agape. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing but to no avail. Namjoon tried to comfort his husband, but he was only shoved away as Jin began his panic attack.

He fell to his knees and grabbed his hair, pulling violently as regret and shame filled his thoughts. How could he leave Taehyung alone to face that kind of fate? How could he just leave him alone for his own selfish reasons? It wasn't as if they hated Jin, they just simply couldn't accept him for who he was. He had no reason to leave Taehyung alone, save his own selfish desires.

Tears we're streaming down his face. Hoseok stood back, knowing that there was nothing he could do or say to make Jin feel better. Perhaps the only person who could had just told him that he hated him.

Namjoon kneeled beside his husband and wrapped his arms around him, whispering comforting words and rocking him back and forth.

"I'm a horrible person."

"You are not."

"I just left him there. I knew they hated him, but I just left them for my own selfish reasons. I deserve all of the hate that Taehyung has. I'm such a hor--"

"Jin, you couldn't have known what would happen. And you had ever right to leave, because you have the right to be your own person. And I'm sure that Taehyung doesn't blame you, he's just had to bottle everything up inside for so long, that he's just taking out his frustrations on you. He doesn't hate you, love, just give him time to calm down."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure love. Hoseok, why don't you go check up on Taehyung." Hoseok nodded and left the room. He then realized that Taehyung was nowhere to be found. And he was in a mansion filled with dangerous rooms of weapons, chemicals, files...

Hoseok took off, speeding down the hall in search of the boy. It didn't take him long to find him, though, as it was apparent that the only place Taehyung would probably want to go was outside.

Hoseok found him, staring at the garden, silent tears running down his face. He sighed and sat beside him, gently rubbing his back in a comforting manner.

Taehyung glanced at the man who was comforting him, but then turned back to the view in front of me. They sat in a comfortable silence for about twenty minutes, just staring at the garden view.

"You know...Jin really feels terrible." Hoseok finally said.

"I know." Taehyung pouted and Hoseok felt his heart skip a beat at the level of cuteness this kid could display. "I'll go apologize to him later, but I'm not ready to look at him in the face right now. I know that it isn't his fault, and I know that the only people to blame are my parents, but it just hurts to see him right now. I can't look at his face. It just...brings up memories I don't want to remember."

"But wouldn't it bring happy memories?" Taehyung let out a dry chuckle.

"I suppose. Jin was always nice to me, but he's so much older than me, and he was already matured and experienced in things. I guess we just didn't have time to bond on a brotherly level because we had nothing in common besides the fact that we were gay."

"I see."

"And our parents loved Jin more than anything. They just seemed to ignore the fact that he was gay, and still treated him like a prized son. I don't hold it against him or anything, because he had no control over it, but it still hurts seeing him and the first thing coming into my head is my parents calling me downstairs on my birthday and telling me that I was a faggot and I was getting what I deserved."

Hoseok remained silent as Taehyung once again let everything off his chest to the stranger. "I don't know why I'm telling you this." Taehyung finally admitted. "Call me an idiot, but I somehow trust you more than anyone else."

That surprised Hoseok. "You shouldn't."

"I know." Taehyung offered a small smile. "But I do." Hoseok felt a smile playing at his lips, but he suppressed it. "And thank you for listening to me. You probably don't care since I'm a stranger and I don't want to dump all of my problems and insecurities on you, but I'm thankful that you've just listened to me." Hoseok nodded and moved to stand up.

"Come on. You must be hungry. Let's have some dinner and then we might have to go and speak to Namjoon about what to do with you." Taehyung nodded and stood as well.

Together they walked inside and made their way to the kitchen. Luckily, Jin was nowhere to be found. Hoseok was glad that Taehyung seemed to calm down. Perhaps the night would go easier for him.

He motioned for Taehyung to sit down while he made something to eat. Taehyung sat and looked around the kitchen, admiring how it was decorated. It wasn't too flashy, but enough to show off the wealth and taste of the owner.

Taehyung's eyes landed on a painting on the wall across from him. He squinted and stood, walking over to it. His eyes widened as he took in the painting. Anger suddenly surged into him. He didn't even stop to think about his actions before he grabbed the painting off of the wall and smashed it onto the ground.

Hoseok whipped around at the crash and his eyes widened to find Taehyung standing over Namjoon's favorite painting. Jin had given it to him on their wedding, and here Taehyung was, standing over it, shattered to pieces.

"Taehyung!"

"How dare they!" Tae screamed. Hoseok gaped at how the younger had suddenly lost his shit. "They....they..."

"What the fuck is going on!!!"