Seonghwa's pov

  "Group meeting." Hongjoong said, knocking on our open bedroom door. Once he noticed my tears he rushed towards Mingi and I.

  "What's wrong, love? Are you really sick?" He asked, scooting closer on the bed to feel my forehead. His forehead creased when he noticed the warmth.

  "You've got a fever. Why are you crying?" He asked.

  "It's a group meeting topic." Mingi carded his fingers through my hair softly. He separated a few tangles with his fingers.

  "No it's not-"

  "It is. If it's making you cry, then we all should know so we can help you. Please let us help," hongjoong asked. He cutely kissed my forehead and cheeks in a triangle shape.

  "I- fine. I need help.." I said, my eyes watering again. Hongjoong and Mingi helped me stand upright from the bed. My head rushed a bit from the change, so they held me steady.

  "We gotcha, baby. You're safe," Mingi muttered softly.

  We three soon made it to the living room where the other five members of our group were.

Jongho was crying, his cheeks damp with tears.

  "Hwa, why are we crying?" He asked, standing up to embrace me. I let myself melt into his arms, my face in his neck.

  "I'm scared. Atiny tell me you shouldn't have a sick soulmate, and I'm scared you'll feel the same way. I can't lose you guys; it would kill me to," I cried out loudly. Jongho caressed my back underneath my shirt.

  "Baby, you'll never, ever, lose us. We understand that you're sick, and we don't mind it. We'll try our hardest to give you peace of mind, just tell us how." Yeosang stood up from the couch to also hug me. We then sat down, me on his lap.

  "I don't know how, Yeo. I don't even know why I feel like this. I know that I know you'll never leave me, but I still feel scared. Please don't leave me," I cried.

  "Hwa, why do you always cry over this? It's getting old," Wooyoung said, rolling his eyes. The other six of my soulmates all glared at him.

  "You know borderline personality disorder makes him feel emotions more deeply than any of us. Your littlest fear or emotion could be ten times stronger in him due to this trauma-based illness. Be more sensitive to him," San scolded.

"There's no way that's true! How can he feel something that much more strongly? It's crazy!" Wooyoung exclaimed.

I felt my heart break in my chest at my soulmate's words. I could tell all seven of them felt my pain, as they all, minus wooyoung, looked more distraught.

"You're fine Seonghwa. Just calm down," he said, still not caring.

"What happened with you, wooyoung? You used to love me and how deeply I feel. Now that it's a negative emotion, you're running off? What the actual fuck?" I asked, my mood swapping from depressed to angry.

"What's that about?! You're acting crazy, Seonghwa! Just stop!" Wooyoung shouted.

A fire blazed in my tearful eyes, "if I'm so crazy, then leave me. Find someone on your own. You shouldn't stick with crazy if you can't handle it!"

"Guys, stop," Jongho asked. His own tears began, making mine pick back up.

"You used to be so sweet and kind- what happened to that?! What happened to the man who bought flowers and chocolates and made dates?"

"That's long gone, Seonghwa. Since you started acting batshit crazy four months ago, it has faded! I'm not sorry; you're the one causing this!"

"Guys, stop." Yunho came to stand between wooyoung and I. We had began a screaming match, and he was the first to stand up physically.

"I'm the one causing this?! Tell that to my parents- to my exes, my old friends! They traumatized me, and that's why I'm like this! If you can't handle me having a bad time, then just go! Get away from me!"

"You know what?! You're right! I, Jung Wooyoung-"

"If you finish that, you're out of the fucking group!" Hongjoong shouted. His loud voice made the two of us stiffen up. We silenced ourselves and sat on different sides of the living room.

"Now, take a breather. Wooyoung, think on what you were about to do. You were about to reject your soulmate. Is that truly what you want?" Hongjoong asked, sitting on the floor in between us.

"No..."

"Then why would you begin to?"

"He's changed.. so, so much. He went from being so happy and contented to being depressed and anxious and just not himself. I.. I don't know who he is anymore." Wooyoung looked right at me, but he didn't seem to see me. He seemed to only see my flaws.

  Hongjoong sighed softly. He shook his head and looked at wooyoung.

"Wooyoung, to reiterate his medical life, his medications quit working as well as they once did, so he went in for testing again. They diagnosed him with borderline personality disorder, which is known as the hardest to experience.

It's also one of the hardest to treat. Medications aren't the only part that is needed to treat Seonghwa. He needs therapy, but due to our extensive schedule, he hasn't been to a session in three and a half months.

Seonghwa is missing half of his required treatment plan to try and catch up to us. He wants to be like us, Wooyoung. He loves you and us so much that he's abandoning his own health issues to debut with us. Remember when that's all we wanted? Now he's close, but he's feeling worse."

Hongjoong was the voice of reason between us. Even though he was my soulmate, he felt like a mentor. 

  "Baby, no," wooyoung's eyes watered, "You're perfect; the perfect performer. You are why I became a trainee. How could you think that you're less than me- than us?"

  "You guys all have the experience. You're able to play with the crowd and perform with ease; I want to be confident enough in my capabilities to be like you." I kept my gaze low as I spoke. I knew it hurt my soulmates to hear me speak as I do, but it was how I felt.

  "Okay, now, I'm absolutely not saying you're crazy or batshit, but you do need to learn your queues for your "episodes" as you call them. If you can catch them before they become this bad, then things like this won't happen.

  I don't think wooyoung hates you or loves you any less, Hwa. It sounds like you scared him when you changed up so quickly. Please, please, follow your treatment plan. We will have our boss schedule at least an hour or two long window of time for you to have your therapy every one to two weeks.

  You say that you can't lose us, well, we can't lose you. You need to help yourself, too. The only person who can save you is yourself."

  "Oh-okay. I'll do my therapy sessions when I have the time. I promise. I want to be better."