- Lee Minseo's POV -

I checked the calendar that hung on the wall. Friday the 24th March, 2017. Almost 2 weeks since I've been here. Over the past three days Yoongi's been getting more and more stressed; you can see it in his everyday actions. He's constantly getting up and pacing around, or he's tapping his finger, and he always watches his back.

I've been trying to persuade him to see a psychiatrist to help with this anxiety he's been having, as I believe that it may be beneficial towards him, but as of yet he's said no.

Until now.

This morning he called for a psychiatrist to come to the house: which apparently cost a lot of money since he's been sworn to secrecy. It's scary business, avoiding the law.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and on instinct I walked over to open it. However, a large man in a black suit stopped me in my tracks, telling me to step away just in case. I huffed, moving aside to let the man open the door to none other than the psychiatrist that Yoongi paid for.

"Hello," he smiled kindly to me. "Where may I find Min Yoongi?"
"I'm here." A grumpy voice called from upstairs. "Come with me." The psychiatrist walked past me, up the stairs and towards the study, leaving me stood in my place with nothing to do.

The two of them spoke for a bit, and after a while I was called into the study. Opening the door I was faced with an empty seat where Yoongi once sat, opposite the man. Yoongi was stood up beside the empty chair. I'd noticed that the place had been cleared up, void of any evidence. Yoongi then began making his way out the room.
"He wants to speak to you." He sighed, quietly making his way out.

"So, Doc," I smiled lightheartedly. "What's up?"
"I'll get straight to the point: I believe that Yoongi is suffering from a case called EDD," he began.
"Which means..?"
"Empathy Deficit Disorder." He answered causing me to nod. But then curiosity kicked in again.
"Is that even a thing?" I asked.

"Well, technically, I made the term up," he began. "But it's real; lots of people suffer from it."
"So what exactly is it?" I pursued.
"Well, when you suffer from it you're unable to step outside yourself and tune in to what other people experience, especially those who feel, think and believe differently from yourself."

"Right.." I mumbled.
"Which makes it a source of personal conflicts and attitudes such as hatred towards groups of people who differ in their beliefs and traditions."

"So," I began, thinking it over in my head first. "That explains why he acts like that, but... could there be some awful childhood past to cause this?"
"No, I don't think so." He replied. "Most people are socially conditioned into believing that acquiring and achieving things are normal and healthy ways to live. EDD grows when people focus too much on acquiring power, status, and money for themselves."

"So you're saying that when Yoongi was working hard to become an army general... he lost all empathy towards others?" I confirmed, and he nodded. "But isn't he saying that he.. loves me? If he has no feelings towards others how is that even possible?"

"Here's where it gets a little out of the ordinary." He sighed. "I believe that when he was working his way up to be where he is now, he had another motive besides himself; you." He pointed towards me. "I think all he wanted was for you to be happy, with him, in a world where no one else matters."

"Continue.." I mumbled, fully immersed in what he's saying.
"So it's clear that he's capable of showing empathy, since he does so with you, but it's only in the early stages. I believe that you are helping him to become a normal human being who has the capability to feel empathetic." He explained to me, and I felt pretty speechless.

"B-but has he told you that he's been acting anxious nowadays." I added. "What's that about?"
"Haven't you been watching the news?" He asked me. "They're getting closer to catching him, and my bet is that the thought of losing you is so unbearable he's willing to do anything to stop it from happening. He's getting paranoid."
"O-ohh..." I mumbled. Really? Is what I'm hearing true.

"Just be careful." He told me. "What's going on is clearly very dangerous, but the more you can make him feel empathetic towards his victims the better chance you have of a lesser sentence for him." I nodded silently. "There's no doubt that if or when he's caught he'll go to prison for a long time, but if he doesn't feel bad for killing three innocents then he'll more than likely be sent to a mental asylum for life."

I kept quiet, slowly nodding my head and swallowing the lump in my throat. It was a lot to take in, but I knew I had to step up and face facts. I need to help Yoongi.
"T-thank you for that, Doctor." I stuttered, smiling slightly. He smiled in reply, and we both stood up. I bowed, leaving the room.

Yoongi was stood at the bottom of the stairs, and he sent a warm smile in my direction. I returned the gesture.
"You okay?" He asked me.
"Yeah," I replied. "I'm just gonna go outside and take a breather."

"Mr. Min!" A man in a black suit called, and made his way over to Yoongi. I ignored him, opening the back door and making my way outside. The fresh green grass felt soft and fluffy against my bare feet, and the clean air worked wonders on my lungs. I stepped further out into the garden, but was suddenly stopped by a piercing yell.

"MINSEO!" Yoongi cried. "COME BACK INSIDE!"
"What?" I asked, turning back around to see his panicked look. Yoongi's eyes were wide and his movements were hesitant.
"C-come back inside, now!" Fear and urgency were laced in his voice, but then I remembered what the psychiatrist said.

"He's being paranoid."

"Yoongi," I sighed. "They're not gonna drag me away if I step one foot outside the house."
"Minseo. I'm not messing. Please, just come back inside." He yelled from the door, refusing to come outside.
"But why?" I asked him. "I don't see why I-" I stopped myself mid sentence as Yoongi came running outside, grabbing my hand and dragging me back inside as quickly as possible.

"What was that for?" I asked, wanting to go back outside. He took a deep breath, placing his hands over his face as if he deeply regretted something.
"Yoongi?" I repeated, more concerned this time.

"They've hacked into the satellite images." He mumbled. "They can see us if we go outside."

- Jeon Jungkook's POV -

I stared at the punching bag in front of me, imagining it to be Yoongi, then repeatedly punching and kicking it multiple times. There's now been a curfew placed on the police station because lots of people were concerned about the health of those on the team, so now we have to be home for 8pm.

I'd decided that if I wasn't allowed to be working at the police station, I might as well come here to train and relieve stress. It works, since the thought of beating the shit out of Yoongi makes me feel better. I hate him so much. He's taken so much away from me. From my friends. From Minseo.

He brainwashed her. He's tortured her into thinking she's happy with him. It's his fault. Jongin, Yugyeom, Lalisa, and Minseo. It's all his fault.

I'm going to get my revenge for it.

Suddenly, my phone began to ring. I stopped lashing out at the punchbag and ran over to get it.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Jungkook." It was Minho. "I know we're not supposed to be working, but Jinki owed me a favour."
"What is it?" I asked.

"He's hacked into the satellite images that I asked for 2 days ago." He told me.
"Seriously!?" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, come to the police station quickly and download the data onto your laptop." He ordered.
"On my way." I replied, rapidly packing up my things and running to the police station.

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