"Too late. I already sealed my fate." Namjoon pulled himself upright and cursed himself, he was being weak and pathetic. Music and good company, he was falling apart. Getting up, he snagged his walkie talkie and tried not to fall over as he steadied himself. He just had to get out. "I'l come back, I'll bring food. You'll be safe. I'll-- you'll be fine. Safe. Good."

Namjoon hurried to the door, trying to get out before he freaked out again.