There's a dent in the couch that measures out to be the exact length, shape and width of your body.

Shifting in your hole of safety and comfort, you huff out a breath and stare glumly at the wall. The material beneath you sinks a little further as you move, molding to your hips.

In the back of you mind, your brain communicates with your ears as they pick up the faint sound of Jungkook snoring in the furthest bedroom.

You've been settled here, curled into a lump of blank incredulousness for the past hour after Yoongi and Taehyung slipped like shadows out of the door. Your mind is whirling with the implications of Yoongi's words, the implications that didn't hit you until a few minutes after they left.

Change his bandages once a day,

Feed him.

Keep him hydrated.

All of these comments lead up to one horrifyingly unavoidable conclusion: you'll be left alone here with Jungkook, playing nurse and chef and maid, for more than one day.

Maybe more than two, or three, or even four.

How many freaking days are they planning to leave you here alone?!

And what terrifies you the most is the fact that they're leaving you here, alone and defenseless, with your only company being the injured Jungkook who can't defend you any more than a harmless rabbit could at this point.

What if someone attacks you? Breaks into this low-laying house and tries to harm you or Jungkook?

The other men might think this house in an infallible safety zone, but you're not past looking to the worst possible scenario and planning for it.

Anything is possible.

Sighing, you push yourself up from the Y/N-sized dent and drag your feet into the kitchen. You aren't sure when Jungkook will deign to wake up and grace you with his conscious presence, but you're sure he'll be thirsty when he does.

You dig through the cabinets in the kitchen until your hands come across the smooth, cool surface of a glass. Pulling it out, you fill it with ice and water, and stop on your way out to glance at the contents of the refrigerator.

Great. There's no food, and you have no money and no transportation to go grocery shopping. You can only hope for one of the softer-dispositioned men (*cough cough* not Yoongi) to remember that you exist and to bring you food before the two of you starve to death.

Pondering this, you tread back through the living room and down the hall, hardwood floors cool and textured beneath your bare feet.

Beside the sofa, your shoes lay in a discarded mess of a pile. You hop over them lightly on your way to the bedroom.

Inside the darkened back room, Jungkook's snoring echoes a little louder. He's a splayed form on top of the covers, his long body not fully settled to the top so that his still-shoed feet hang off the end.

Holy heck, does that bother you.

Grimacing, you set down the water and move around to them end of the bed. His shoes are, of course, some type of lace-up boot.

AKA, the most difficult type of shoe for another person to get off.

You set off to work immediately, not worried about waking him up because of earlier experiences from today.

You yank at the rough laces, loosening them up enough to slip the heavy boot off of his foot, then move onto the next one. Underneath, he's got in black and white striped and zig-zagged ankle socks, something that you can't help but find cute.

Then you remember who you're dealing with, and it's not cute anymore.

You're just considering pouring a bit of water on Jungkook's face to wake him up (because you are not, under any circumstances going to touch the man's nipples) when you hear it.

The soft, eerie creaking of the front door swinging open on its hinges.

Oh crap.

Your heart leaps and spasms in you chest like a fish on dry land, and your breath quickens. This is what you were worried about. This is what you've been imagining over and over again, trying to find a way where you can defend yourself and the unconscious man beside you and make it out alive.

Each scenario you've come up with, though, you've been the loser. You've been the one lying there dead in a puddle of blood, not the intruder.

Booted footsteps thump on the wood.

Your eyes fly around the room, scanning for anything that could be used as a weapon.

A lamp, a video game controller, the keyboard to a computer.

Deciding that the lamp is probably your best bet at maiming someone to incapacity, you yank the plug out of the wall and position yourself near the open doorway with the lamp raised over your shoulder like a baseball bat.

You try to stay out of sight, waiting for any sign of a person so you can knock their head off of their shoulders and into the outer atmosphere.

If you're going to die here, the least you can do is smash a table lamp over your murder's head before you go.

A head and set of shoulders appear in the doorway.

However, just as you rear back and prepare to swing, you notice the odd orange color of the hair on the head that you're about to smash into oblivion.

Your arms drop, the lamp dropping with them.

"Jimin?"

The small-built man looks at you, his eyes growing wide when he sees the lamps clasped loosely in your hands. "Uh...hey, Y/N."

"Hey, Y/N?" you suddenly explode, screeching at the top of your lungs. "I was about to crack a freaking lamp over your head and you give me 'hey, Y/N'?! You gave me a frickin heart attack!"

Jimin winces and glances around the dark room, taking in the passed-out Jungkook, his boots on the ground, and the glass of slowly-warming ice water collecting condensation on the table beside the bed.

He holds up a plastic bag to you. "I brought you food though."

Instantly forgiven.

You grin and say, "I love your face, Park Jimin."

You take the bag from him and shoulder by, headed for the kitchen again.

Jimin trails you through the house. "Didn't Yoongi hyung tell you that I was coming?"

"Uh, no," you cough, silently cursing the older man in your head. "He didn't happen to let that little detail slip. I thought I was gonna be stuck here alone with Jungkook for who knows how long."

"Oh. Well, we'll all be in and out over the next couple of days while we take care of some business." Jimin's tone of voice darkens. "Seoungmin got away. But don't worry: someone will almost always be here with the two of you. Well just be busy; we need someone  whose only job is to get Jungkook up and running again."

At least they aren't abandoning you to be killed. You have to admit that you feel much safer now, knowing that one of the other men will always be here.

You yank open the fridge and start depositing food inside, Jimin hovering behind you.

His aura is hesitant and a little awkward, like he has something to say. That's why it doesn't surprise you when a minute later, he huffs and begins to speak.

"Hey," he says quietly, "Y/N."

"Yup?" You draw your head out of the attic air inside the refrigerator and glance back to where he's leaning against the opposite counter. "Is everything okay?"

Jimin shrugs his shoulders. There's a slight flush around the tops of his cute cheeks. "Yeah. I just wanted to apologize for going crazy on you when Jungkook was unconscious. I-"

"It's okay. You don't have to apologize."

Honestly, you understand. His friend was hurt, and he needed to take his anger out on someone. You, being at least partially responsible for Jungkook's state, were therefore the best option.

"Yes, I do." The seriousness in his tone stops any understanding thoughts moving through your head. You take another look at Jimin and see the soulful look in his eyes, filled with warmth and regret.

"You have to understand, Jungkook and I have been together...for a very long time." Pausing, he rubs the back of his neck in slight shyness. "I don't know what anyone has told you, but I've watched over Jungkook and protected him since either of us could walk."

You tilt your head, recalling Yoongi's words from earlier.

Jungkook and Taehyung were boss' sons.

Jimin was a bodyguard.

"You were Jungkook's bodyguard?!" There's a slight level of disbelief in your voice, but at the same time, it all makes sense.

That's why Jimin is so fond and overprotective of the younger man, and why his affection is so overwhelmingly obvious.

He's been caring for Jungkook, keeping him safe and happy and warm his entire life.

Jimin's head tilts down and forward, affirming your question even as his orange hair falls in waves over his forehead. "I was. Let me just tell you, he was a holy terror as a toddler."

You can only imagine.

"Anyways," continues Jimin, "I just wanted to tell you why I got so upset. Most of the time when I see him hurt I automatically start blaming myself, just because it was my only focus for so long. And there's no one on this planet that I get angrier at than myself. I took it out on you, and I'm sorry."

A smile creeps up your face at the genuine sincerity in the soft tenor of his voice. "It's okay," you says with all the feeling you can muster. "I promise. I understand why you would be angry and lashing out, and I don't blame you. I was partially responsible."

See, Yoongi? You can too take responsibility for your actions.

You mentally stick your tongue out at the older man, wherever he is.

Jimin gifts you with a sweet smile. "Thank you, Y/N."

You smile back, then turn to finish putting awa the groceries. Jimin begins to help you, and the two of you work in companionable silence for a couple minutes.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." Jimin breaks the silence suddenly. "I've got to leave again in a bit, but Hoseok hyung should be here later today. And it's going to rain."

Okay?...

"Do I need to stop up a leak or something?" you ask curiously. "Im not leaving, so why does the rain matter?"

A dark look passes fleetingly through Jimin's eyes. "Just...watch out for Jungkook. He gets a little finicky when it rains. Doesn't like it."

"Why not?" you inquire.

But Jimin just shakes his head.  "That's not my story to tell. But if he ever does tell you, then you've gotten further than any of the rest of us."

So they don't even know?

The thought comes  as a shock to you. It seems like there isn't a single secret that these men don't know about each other. They're closer than brothers, more loyal than any kind of family bond ever forged.

But Jungkook keeps secrets?

Jimin must see the question ringing in your eyes, because he says, "Everyone is hiding something, Y/N. There are some things that we don't even tell each other, and for good reason. Some memories need to be buried."

Jimin shivers, and looks toward one of the blind-covered windows, where the faint noise of raindrops is beginning to patter agains the outside.

"Maybe that's the only thing that can keep us all sane."

[A/N]
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Happy Mother's Day! Tell all of your moms that I hope they had a great day!
❤️PB