"The wind blows and hurts, my love won't go away
What should I take with me? There's only one
It'll never come again, never come again, it'd be stupid to throw it away." - Parade by CHABA, 2006

'We are now receiving word that Kim Namjoon, CEO of Seoul Culture Technology Enterprises has now awakened from his four-month coma after what was believed to be a suicide attempt on the main intersection of Seoul. He, nor his family will give any statements or answer any questions at this time.'

Namjoon's eyes burned as he lay in the hospital bed. He was simply in pain after his wounds were officially patched up. He was in no shape to do any sort of physical activity or even walk on his own yet. He had fractured a few ribs, broken a couple of limbs, and dislocated his left arm out of place along with a variety of bruises and cuts.

And with all that, all he wanted most in the world was to see his precious Taehyung again. He had fucked up with Taehyung and he had fucked up with Jimin, but he wanted to make it up to his darling, to his mate to prove he was worthy.

"Do you think about me too?"

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Taehyung was absolutely miserable. Almost two months in, he was regretting being away from his mate for so long. He was constantly hungry, sleepy, emotional, and lonely when he didn't have Yoongi to keep him company.

The savings in his bank account were going down by the day since he seldom went to work due to being due with pups. He missed Namjoon a lot, but he fought with himself constantly over why he shouldn't be missing him.

"He cheated on you with your ex-best friend and fucked him... Just get over him already!"

But no matter how long he argued, it always ended with him in tears, alone.

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Jimin has been seldom seen out of his apartment, similar to Taehyung. Instead, he's been leaving the place at night once a week to get his hands on some wine form the wine shop down the street. People always said red wine drunks are worse than beer drunks, but if a couple glasses of red wine a night would help Jimin escape from the real world for a little it in his own little pit of solitude, he more than happy to take it.

Jimin went to a bar once, deciding the apartment was too cramped for him to drown his sorrows in, and there he met Seokmin.

They hit it off well and began seeing each other regularly, but not in the way you may think.

Jimin let himself be sown together with the promises he wove with his touches tongue. Promises that set Jimin up to want to quit drinking himself to sleep every night. But then Seokmin left, and only came back when he knew Jimin was drunk off his ass.

It all came crumbling down when Jimin started drinking again, Seokmin suggesting they parted ways until Jimin was well and could do without the wine. Jimin was insistent he didn't have a problem when all the cracks were beginning to show. He didn't want Seokmin to see that...

So once again he was alone and cradling a bottle of wine in his arms.

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Yoongi was going to visit Jimin. He had spent most of his days with Taehyung and sadly at the club, but he never really found the time to check up on him. Next, to Namjoon, he would say Jimin took the situation harder than anyone else.

Both Taehyung and Jimin had stopped coming to the club, although Jimin's was a given since he was already planning on resigning anyway, and that meant that the money wasn't coming in as quickly, and the amount of sexual assault being reported back to him was getting higher and higher.

He was on the verge of closing down the club anyway, but this was making everything even more stressful. So he thought a little bit of time away from the club would be enough for him to recuperate and get his min together.

Yoongi climbed the steps to Jimin's apartment building, holding some of Jimin's favorite snacks in his arms just in case he was hungry.

Yoongi knocked on the door. He heard something playing from the inside so that hopefully meant Jimin was home. 

After about 30 seconds of there not being a response, Yoongi knocked again. He still never got an answer. His hand ghosted the door handle, debating if he should try and open the door.

He opened the door, and his eyes widened in horror when he realized the door was unlocked. Jimin never left the door unlocked...

He rushed in, practically throwing the door open, calling Jimin's name in panic. He had dropped his snacks on the couch while he searched. Some daytime television show was playing, but no one was sitting on the couch. Whiskey and wine bottles littered the entire apartment, from the floor to the countertops, you would have to be blind to not see at least one.

"Fucking hell..."

Yoongi looked around the space, the panic clear in his eyes. Not only was Jimin practically drinking more than he would during an outing or a party, but his door was also unlocked and he was nowhere to be found.

"JIMIN?!"

Yoongi went down the hallway to Jimin's room, the stench of alcohol especially strong in this part of the apartment. He pushed the door open once more and stared in horror at Jimin.

Jimin seemed a lot frailer and his skin was a lot paler since the last time he had seen him. The clothes he was wearing looked especially big on him, even to Jimin's standards. The whiskey bottle he was nursing in his arms had spilled onto the bed and rolled onto the floor an broke. It was a safety hazard to even come near the amounts of shattered glass in the apartment.

"Jimin?! Jimin please wake up-"

The bottle seemed newly opened, maybe about a quarter of an hour old?

If only he had come sooner...

"Jimin?! Oh my fucking god-"

Yoongi quickly dialed 119, remembering what he was supposed to do when a customer passed out from drinking too much in the club.

"119, What's your emergency-"

"My-My friend was dr-drinking I think? And he's unresponsive-" Yoongi was trying not to panic, his hands shaking around the phone. "Y-Yes he has a pulse, please come quickly!"

The operator told everything he had already done to ensure Jimin's safety in his unresponsive state.

"Please, Please don't die..."

Eventually, the loud, blaring noise of sirens filled the air as the ambulance halted to a stop in front of the apartment complex.

The door was wide open so the paramedics were able to get Jimin in and out without any problem. Yoongi looked like a helpless puppy on the ground, trying to figure out what exactly had gone wrong.

There was so much alcohol... He didn't remember Jimin being much of an avid drinker, so why was there so much of it?

There was a knock at the opened door, "Oh, what happened here?"

Yoongi turned around, staring at the male in the doorway. Tattoos, cigarette smoke smell... Yoongi's nose scrunched up in disgust.

"And who are you?!"

"I'm Kim Seokmin. I guess you could say I'm Jimin's friend with benefits? Where is he? I was hoping we could go out for a drink-"

Yoongi got up, "A drink?! How about 20 drinks?!"

He held up his hands in defense, "Look, he never would tell me what was going on! He's always saying things are ok when they aren't-"

"Well maybe if you took the time to know him you would've known he wasn't ok and wouldn't have fallen for that bullshit!" Yoongi stood up to him, despite being a couple inches short.

"Don't lecture me! If you cared so much about him, why weren't you there or him in his darkest hour?! Where have you been for the past month and a half?!"

Yoongi resisted the urge to slap him as his entire body shook, "Where the hell have I been?! Where the hell have I BEEN?! I've been comforting a pregnant Omega without an Alpha because Jimin and he decided to have a go at it when Taehyung wasn't around! I'm doing all the things the baby father should be doing, but isn't because he vanished off the face of the earth!" Yoongi kicked him in the shin, scowling as he walked off.

"Asshole..."

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"Ah, Kim Namjoon, just the man I was looking to see."

Namjoon looked up as a nurse and a doctor walked in, "I see your injuries have healed nicely. Our staff has handled you quite well in our care."

Namjoon grunted, sitting up. His body was quite sluggish and not very used to all this movement Namjoon was doing.

"What happened? How long was I out for?"

The doctor handed him a water bottle as he spoke, "About a month and a half. Your family came to see you often and left you many gifts on the table."

Namjoon sighed, Taehyung hadn't come to see him... He shouldn't have been surprised.

"You'll be discharged in a few days or more... We'll need you to come back at least twice a week to ensure your body can operate on its own now."

Namjoon nodded, making small noises of agreement while they spoke.

Soon, two days had gone by and Namjoon had regained most mobility in his limbs. He was able to walk to the bathroom and back without trouble and sometimes even walked down to the cafeteria to get something to eat on his own.

One night after Namjoon was able to walk an entire 30 minutes, there was another knock on the door. The doctor that was in his room at the time opened the door and it was two staff members pulling in another stretcher.

The one in the stretcher was none other than Park Jimin. He had been monitored very closely to ensure that pumping his stomach, inserting windpipe tubes, and things of the sort were working and that he was going to wake up soon.

Namjoon stared in horror. He looked so much more different from when he had seen him last. Even if Namjoon didn't know, he looked even worse than when Yoongi had found his days prior.

Jimin was pushed into the other side of the room, Namjoon's following his limp body.

"3,2,1, Lift!"

"What-What happened to him?!" Namjoon yelled to one of the existing nurses.

"It was alcohol poisoning... We got a call around two days ago. He was in really bad shape too. Would you happen to be an acquaintance of him?"

Namjoon nodded slowly, "Yeah, I guess you could say something like that."

Were these the consequences of his actions? If this is what Jimin was going through, he didn't want to see how Taehyung was holding up. Chances were he was doing even worse than Jimin.

"Can you hand me that phone?"

Somehow his phone still worked... How though?

"Taehyung... Taehyung please pick up..."

"Hello?" Taehyung had just caught a nap and wasn't very pleased to be woken up. 

"Taehyung! Thank goodness you're ok!"

"Namjoon?" Taehyung stared at his phone in shock, "How are you calling me? You're supposed to be in the hospital!"

"I am... I just... I miss you Taehyung. I needed to hear your voice."

Taehyung rubbed his eyes, "What's going on?"

"Jimin... I just saw him getting wheeled in next to me. Can you please come to see us soon? I think we're long overdue for a talk between us."

Taehyung went silent, debating the decision before agreeing, "Yeah, ok, I'll come. Do you want me to bring Yoongi too?"

Namjoon smiled, "The more the merrier, I suppose."

Taehyung sighed, rubbing his hands through his hair, "Ok, Namjoon... I'll see you tomorrow... I still love you, you know!"

Namjoon smiled, "I love you too, baby."

And hung up.

"Set your heart in love on fire, cross through a thousand of dreams

Run right and left through the miracle of meeting
The clouds scatter and the sun goes down again

The two-person parade begins to dissolve into the night sky."  Parade by CHABA, 2006