"H-hello?" Hoseok stuttered nervously, quickly looking to Namjoon for support. He quickly tapped the button to turn on the speakerphone so Namjoon could hear too.

Namjoon gave him a warm smile, ignoring his own fear as he encouraged Hoseok to keep going.

"Hello." The receptionist on the other end sounded bored. "What can I do for you."

"Um, I'm not sure if this is the right place or who I should talk to, but I got a call from this number a month ago asking me about hospitalizing my friend Min Yoongi, and now I think my other friend is sick too." Hoseok half lied.

The receptionist perked up. "You said...Min Yoongi?"

"Yeah, he was my former teacher, he put me as one of his emergency contacts since his parent's are kinda the worst people alive." Hoseok babbled, trying to sound dumb. "Mine aren't that bad, but they did force me into a business relationship, can you believe that? What am I- stock?"

"Yes, yes, that sounds familiar." Hoseok could tell she was trying and failing to feign disinterest at the mention of Yoongi. "And now you said someone else was feeling sick? Were they acting the same way as Mr. Min?"

"Well, I never knew how Yoongi was acting." Hoseok said, looking again to Namjoon. "But your work place called me and asked if I consented to having Yoongi treated if he were to have symptoms of sickness, and I didn't know who else to call. You guys are, like, the best hospital in the whole country, right? I'm just worried for my friend and want him to get better."

"Yes, definitely." She said a little too quickly. "Your friend will be in the best care with us. And ah, what did you say his name was?"

Before Hoseok could reply, he could hear a hushed voice talking to the woman on the other end and strained to listen.

"...with the Yoongi case..."

"...another one...who?"

"...need to verify. Then we'll..."

"Ahm," the woman cleared her throat. "Sir, you should know we can only admit people into our facility if you are nominated as one of their emergency contacts. Otherwise we have no authority to institutionalize them. Would this friend happen to be any of these names? Kim Seokjin? Park Jimin? Jeon Jungkook?"

Hoseok stayed silent, looking to Namjoon again.

The student was sitting on the bed, his legs over the side and his elbows digging into his thighs, his chin resting on his interlaced fingers. His expression was stony and didn't betray his thoughts.

"Kim Taehyung?" The woman held her breath. "Or...a mister Kim Namjoon...?"

"Ah, yes! Him!" Hoseok forced a smile, hoping it would carry into his tone.

"Kim Namjoon?" Hoseok heard the woman stand up abruptly, knocking her chair back.

"Yes, it's him." Hoseok wondered why she sounded like she had just won front row concert tickets to see her favorite band with meet and greet passes included.

"Hold on just a minute." She said sweetly, and then the whispering voices were back.

"...him! It's the smart one..."

"...verify his identity. We can't risk..."

"...so excited! He's exactly who we..."

"Alright, Mr. Jung. It looks like you have authority to let us take Mr. Kim Namjoon into our care." She said, sounding professional once again. "I just need to verify your identity and then we can set up phase two."

"Wow, that's amazing! You don't need to contact Namjoon's parents or anyone else?" Hoseok hoped his tone was coming off as an amazed stupid person.

"Nope." She said a little too quickly. "Now please just verify your name, address, phone number, date of birth and citizen identification number."

Hoseok did, feeling like he was betraying Namjoon, even though it was the student's idea.

Yoongi had been an accident, but he was sending Namjoon to hell on purpose.

"Alright, and where is he right now?" She asked, and Hoseok heard her typing.

"He's at my house, actually." Hoseok said. "He showed up to my place about two days ago, saying he ran away from home and college and needed a place to stay. I let him, of course, because he's my good friend. But...he's been acting kinda weird, and I'm worried he may have hit his head or something. I hate to say the word crazy, but..."

He trailed off, letting her connect the dots that weren't actually there.

"No worries, Mr. Jung." She said cheerfully. "We'll figure out what the problem is and fix him right up. Now, has he been acting violent at all?"

Hoseok snapped his worried gaze to Namjoon, not knowing what to say.

"Say a little." Namjoon whispered, and Hoseok nodded.

"Oh, just a little bit. Just when he gets into one of his fits, but I don't think he means it. He's just not himself when he acts like that, you know?" Hoseok babbled.

"I understand completely, Mr. Jung. It can be hard seeing our loved ones act like someone else, but with our expert care, we'll have a diagnosis and a treatment figured out in no time!"

"Wow, thank you so much!" Hoseok forced out. "It pains me to have to do this, but I just want what's best for him, you know? Will I be able to visit him? I didn't see anything about visitors on your website.com."

"To ensure nothing disrupts the treatment process, visitors are prohibited." She informed him. "But for our non-violent and most promising patients, we do allow five minute monitored phone calls, once a day per patient."

Hoseok was relieved to hear he could still communicate with Namjoon, even if only for five minutes a day.

"Since you stated Mr. Namjoon has displayed some forms of violence, even in small doses, the orderly's will have to restrain him when the van gets to your house." She explained. "Please do not be alarmed, as this is standard procedure."

Hoseok's fingers tightened into fists, swallowing hard. "Right. I understand."

"Our van is on the way now to your house. Please don't inform Mr. Namjoon of their arrival. Our patients tend to resist if they know beforehand."

"I bet they do." Hoseok muttered.

"I'm sorry?"

"How kind of you!" Hoseok backtracked. "To think of the patient's wellbeing like that!"

"Of course, our patients are our top priority." She preened. "You're doing the right thing by letting us help your friend, Mr. Jung."

Hoseok couldn't stand talking to her for any longer and he managed a quick goodbye before hanging up the phone.

Namjoon rose from the bed to hug the crying boy. "You did great, Hoba. I know that was hard for you, but it had to be done."

"Didn't you hear them?" Hoseok cried. "They were hoping it was you I was calling about! That's so suspicious! They specifically wanted you!"

Namjoon had picked up on that too, and while it made him feel nauseous and even more concerned, it just solidified his determination to get in there.

"Well, if it's Namjoon they want, it's RM they'll get."

-

The van came six minutes later.

Hoseok shivered, pulling the curtain back across the window. "They're here."

The doorbell rang.

Namjoon smiled at him. "It's okay, we got this. You go downstairs and greet them, make it seem like I've been acting like a different person, we have to get them thinking about D.I.D. so that's what they'll assume I have."

Hoseok nodded glumly. "This is all my fault...if I had just asked more questions instead of just saying yes like an idiot-"

"Hey." Namjoon placed his hands on the boys shoulders. "They would have taken Yoongi no matter what. They tricked you in cold blood, it's not your fault. You just wanted what was best for Yoongi. All of us would have said the exact same thing you did, no questions asked."

He leaned in and they kissed, trying to enjoy their last few seconds together.

The doorbell rang again, breaking them apart.

"Go." Namjoon pushed Hoseok to the bedroom door. "Play dumb to them, they already think they're top shit."

Hoseok nodded. "I love you, Nyamnums."

Namjoon smiled warmly. "I love you more, Hofuckmylife. Oh, and just so you know...when I pick up the remote...duck."