Toxic

☁️ | 八十四

C h a p t e r E i g h t y f o u r
" m o n t h s "
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It's been months. Nothing bothered the couple that was hiding from authority. Taehyung had his ways and he was going to prove he was just the devil they said he was, he had the money to do anything. The best thing of it all is that Jae wouldn't leave... ever. But it wasn't as perfect as for the three men who argued night and day, being warned that the investigation was stretched out for so long and they haven't succeeded. Ending the hunt was a given. Now Yoongi was shouting at Namjoon and being held back by Hoseok who agreed with the small but elder male. "Why don't you tell them where his house is?! Are you stupid?!" He shouted, his feet stomping and his voice cracking every time he spoke a word. Namjoon shook his head, he said the same thing every time, and he wasn't going to stop there, "I don't want to die! I know Taehyung has his ways and h-he'll use them!" He replied with the same weak voice. They all just didn't want anything anymore, friendship between Yoongi and Namjoon was like it never happened.

Tears slipping from the pink haired male's face as he spoke things that didn't make sense anymore. He was going insane and the two elders knew that. Hoseok didn't want any of this anymore, gripping Yoongi's wrist he shouted, "I'm done with this BS Namjoon! You don't really want to catch him don't you? You just want a murderer that we kept safe in our house linger around like nothing! You're sick!" The orange haired male wiped his hand to his wallet that sat on the kitchen table and both the mint haired male's phone and his, pulling the shorter towards the door. "H-hey!" Namjoon stuttered, rubbing his eyes and turning his head towards where the two used to stand to the front door. "Don't go! Don't go! Wait- I know Taehyung will hurt us if we snitch! - no. - yes! Yes and - no, not just that!- he'll haunt our dreams!" But that didn't faze Hoseok. As for Yoongi, he let this happen. He was sick and tired of this, all of this.

"I can't believe you're leaving me! - I'll kill myself! - will you feel bad now!?" Namjoon couldn't speak a word straight, his thoughts being lost with his mind but it wasn't worrying him. It felt better to let it all out, at least for now. "You're insane!" Yoongi insulted but the younger just shook his head, "B-but you know who is?! Taehyung!- So Why Don't we just g-get rid of him?!" Was this even Namjoon anymore? Was this even the soft person who cried so easily when something became so hard? Was this even the person who was head over heals for Jin? Everything changed. Hoseok let out a grunt shouted, "I'm calling the police if you don't stop!", everything went silent as the front building door slammed shut and the two elders were getting into a car, "I don't have my clothes!- where are we going anyway, Hobi?" The orange haired male sighed, "motel. Clothes can wait till Namjoon goes back-", Yoongi chuckled and interrupted him, "Normal? Are you insane also? Look at him? He isn't okay- he'll need actual help...", "And I'm not going to be apart of it." Hoseok remarked with a tone that was hard to tell if it was sassy or stern.

"That's what assholes do-", "Thats What people who know how to protect themselves do." Yoongi's mouth fell open, Was Hoseok trustworthy also? He wasn't sure but he didn't say anything, he grabbed his phone, "I'll just pray..." he sighed. "Do it all you want. Namjoon isn't the same and we know it." And so they left for the night, or maybe longer.

Now Namjoon sat on the couch, swaying his head as he sobbed with a sad smile. The news said the V murderer investigation was ending in 24 hours. He heard voices say it wasn't worth losing everything he had but the other side was just fine with this. he stood up not a while later he grabbed the kitchen knife. Sliding it across the wall and back to the couch. He sat down and rolled up his sleeve, "It doesn't matter." Is all he said. But when the knife sliced his skin tenderly, he didn't flinch, he didn't react in pain, he actually never wanted to end this. seeing blood slowly spill from the wound, he didn't stop till it got to the end of his inner elbow. Letting blood spill onto the wooden floor which was dirty with newspaper and books all over it. He started to feel his arm get a bit sleepy but the cuts weren't so deep meaning he wasn't going to die- maybe pass out at least but worry fled his mind. It was the least of him now.

Then he just stared, night to day and now he heard an alarm buzz and ring though his sensitive ears. He jolted and looked around the house. It was silent. He was confused but then started to remember. guilt was all he felt and he got tired of hearing the stupid ringing. Running to find his phone he winced.

He really was having a hard time remembering events lately. Looking at his left arm he made a small hiss sound and turned his phone alarm off saying it was his doctor's appointment meaning he had to wash his arm off and wrap it up before something else happened. He didn't bother showering or getting dressed, he ran out of the house with his shoes on. Noticing the car they shared wasn't there. He wanted to cry again. Letting out a frustrated sigh he started to run on the sidewalk, hissing every second his sleeve glazed the open wounds. He was lucky the Mental hospital was near by, it took a while but it was walkable.

T i m e s k i p~

"You look rough today Namjoon. I heard about the investigators... I'm sorry about it." The doctor said with a small smile but Namjoon just nodded, "I started cutting too-" he blurted out like nothing, "what?" He was also shocked, looking over at the doctor he gave a, 'I don't know what's going on with me' look but the male doctor was over that, he was worried of how Namjoon... felt. "Do you think you-", "I need help!- N-no, please just get me help! My thoughts are so weird and I can't talk without saying something weird!" Namjoon begged making the doctor almost nervous, the older man looked at him for a moment, "I'll call the police then arrange stuff, I promise you, you will get better." "Police?- how the fuck are they going to help me?! This is bazaar!"

"I'm going to need you to calm down, Mr Kim." Those calm voices just echoed through the unstable male but he stayed silent. It was all just crumbling to pieces.

" p l e a s e j u s t s a v e m e "
E n d o f c h a p t e r e i g h t y f o u r

A lot happened in this one 💥