I was very tired. I woke up to Namjoon fussing over my blankets, one hand on my forehead. His mouth was pursed. Like some kind of patronizing nurse.

"Get off me."

"Well I see your attitude isn't under the weather."

"Nor your unwelcome sass." I retorted, trying to get up. I tried to get up, but Joon wouldn't let me.

"I'll tell Jin on you." He warned me.

I collapsed back into the pillows. "Fine. Did he bring me home?"

"No, Jiminie, he's in the living room."

"He what?" I hissed.

"Joon hyung? I think I should go before Yoongi wakes up..." Jimin sniffled as he trailed off.

"Namjoon! Did you show him the book?"

"Yeah... Jiminie? Are you alright?"

It was obvious that the opposite was true. Tears were caught in his delicate lashes and he was sniffling as his lips trembled.

"B-Jimin!---"

I leaped up, trying to reach Jimin, I needed him to understand. But Jimin tore out of the apartment, sobs clawing their way out of his chest.

"Yoongi, the hell?" Namjoon yelled, grabbing my arm and pulling me back.

I needed to go after him. Breathing hard, I stared at the open door. At Beginning's diminishing figure. I could feel the buzz of our proximity lessen and fade as he got farther away. I don't know quite how long I stood like that, wallowing in that sinking feeling. The feeling of coming untethered when the one thing you always trusted to be around vanished. It was hard to breathe.

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