With help from Jin hyung and Tae, I managed to walk my sleepy boy over to the caravan within a matter of minutes. 

"Guys, I need to talk to Jin hyung alone," I said once we reached the door, though I wasn't too sure why I said it. It wasn't like I had anything I specifically needed to talk about, I just wanted to talk to my hyung. "Is that okay?" 

I got a small nod from Namjoon as he backed off, going back to Hoseok who was comforting Jungkook. Taehyung hesitated for a moment, still supporting Jiminie as he stood behind him, but backed away when I gave him a pleading look.

"Hyung..." I turned back to Jin hyung, keeping my arm around Jiminie's waist as he laid his head on my shoulder. 

"Let's get him inside, first," Jin hyung sighed, helping me walk Jiminie inside. "Let's get him warm and comfortable." 

I nodded and walked over to the small couch, sitting down before helping hyung lay Jimin down so he could his head on my lap. 

"No, don't..." Jimin mumbled lightly, trying to push himself back when Jin hyung moved away, though his arms just fell beneath him again. I just sighed and stroked my fingers through his hair, letting him shuffle until he was comfortable.

"It's okay, jagi. Just lay down and get comfortable. You're safe, trust me. I love you," " I whispered, leaning down to kiss his head. It was clear he was confused, most likely scared too. He looked up at me, with dazed eyes for a moment, before turning and settling down again. "That's it, baby." 

Hyung came back a few moments later with a blanket, giving Jimin a warm smile before gently laying it over him and kneeling in front of us. It didn't take long after that for Jiminie to close his eyes and go heavy against me, falling asleep quickly. I just caressed his cheek, until I was sure he had fully relaxed. 

"Hyung," I looked back up at my brother, who was watching as Chim slept. 

"I know what you're going to say, Yoongi," Jin hyung said with a deep sigh, causing me to frown. I'm glad he did because I didn't. "I think, maybe, this is because of last night. I remember reading about Status Epilepticus before all of this happened. I know what it can cause. Severe neck and back injuries, memory loss, confusion... Brain damage. I don't know if it is that but I also don't know if I think this is going to get worse or not..." 

"Hyung..." I tried to stop him, tears welling up in my eyes as he rambled. Everything he was saying was too much, too real and I was scared of every word that was next to come. 

"And I don't know what there is we can do if it does get worse. I don't know if we'll be able to do anything." 

"Don't say that..." I shook my head, somehow my voice coming out as more of a whimper. We would be able to help Jimin, no matter how bad he got. I swore to him that I would!

"I don't know what we'd be able to do, Yoongi," Hyung said, his voice becoming firmer as we locked eyes. "All I can do is try my damnedest to do the best for you guys and... Apologise when I can't..." 

"Don't go there," I cut him off, refusing to listen to all the self-blaming again. "Not again. I will not listen to all that guilt shit again."  

"Yoongi," He sighed, his tone turning hollow as he rolled his eyes slightly, causing anger to start rising in my chest. "You know as well as I do..."

"Don't you fucking dare!" I shouted, the anger bubbling over as I realised what he was about to say. I knew he was going to say it was inevitable, that one of these days Jiminie was going to get ill and there was nothing we'd be able to do. 

"Do not swear at me!" Hyung snapped only adding to my anger. What did he fucking expect? 

"Then do not start with all this self-hating shit," I shouted again, my throat hurting as my voice cracked. "And tell me something that is actually going to help right now! I'm sorry is not going o cut it anymore. I need you to tell me he is going to be okay!" 

"I can't do that, Yoongi!" Hyung shouted back, finally raising his voice as he stared at me with watery eyes. 

"Why?" I screamed, letting my own tears fall as I couldn't fight them anymore. Why couldn't he? Why couldn't he just say my Jiminie would be fine?

"Because," Hyung turned away from me, leaning against the little fridge on the other side of the van. "The last thing I would ever do to you guys is starting lying to you." 

I scoffed, shaking my head as I very gently lifted my boyfriend's head off my lap to stand, shocked to see he hadn't woken up yet. Making sure he was comfortable, I backed up to where my brother was standing and glared him down.

"Lie away!" I shouted when he refused to turn around. "Because I'm not looking for truth here, Seokjin. I'm looking for reassurance and, as my hyung, that is what you are meant to be giving me! Though things are seeming pretty fucking backwards, lately. Honestly, I don't know why I'm so surprised by how fucking useless you are!" 

"Yah!" Hyung finally spun around, not shocking me when he rose his fist yet again. In fact, I just scoffed. 

"You gonna do it this time?" I spat, letting out a bitter chuckle when I saw him freeze, his fist still mere inches away from my face. "You got the balls this time?" 

"Get away from me!" Hyung said, his voice low, almost threatening and I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared by it. His fist moved from in front of me as he opted for punching the cupboard instead. "Back away from me... Now!" 

So, I did. I didn't have the strength to start a fight, not this time. I just moved to the back of the van and pulled my knees to my chest, looking over at my boyfriend as tears flooded my cheeks again, no matter how much I tried to wipe them away.  

"I need him to be okay, Jin," I said, not able to raise my voice as it was shaky and I just sounded horrifically pathetic. "I can't go on without him, I won't."

"You will," Hyung sighed, though I didn't bother to look up, keeping my eyes on Jiminie, who was still sleeping. That fact only shot more panic through me.

"No," I shook my head, meaning what I was saying. How could he say that I could? Was he assuming I would have to?

"Yes," He said, the firmness in his voice causing me to finally look up. "You will." 

"You don't get it, do you?" I scoffed, finding my voice again once I saw he was crying as well. Staring him dead in the eyes, I just shook my head again, feeling my heart falter with an emotional overload I couldn't explain. "I will not go on without him, Seokjin. I don't honestly care who this offends but he is the only reason I am still here. 

He was the only one who will keep me going. If I lose Jimin, I have absolutely no reason to be here. Do you get that? Can you understand that on any level? 

I live solely for him, to love and protect him. Tell me one other reason I have, Seokjin, because I'm at a loss." 

It was at this point where I lost control of myself, violent sobs making my throat close up, choking me as I couldn't breathe properly.

"How can you be so self-centred?" Hyung asked, the glare in his eyes scaring me, making it harder to stop wailing. "With all of here, around you... After the other night, you think I don't understand? After everything, do you think you have the right to say any of that to me? How dare you?"

"Fuck you!" I screamed, gripping my hair and tugging as hard as I could, trying to shock myself into calming down but it didn't work. "Fuck you, how dare I? How fucking dare you?"

"Min Yoongi, do not swear at me!" Hyung yelled, ramming his fist into the cupboard over and over and over again, causing me to jump repeatedly. The sound made my heart leap out of my chest, almost in an attempt to escape the stress. 

"Then, just... Ugh!" I cried, kicking the floor below me. My brain couldn't even form words anymore, nothing was making sense and now I had even forgotten just what we were supposed to be fighting over. "You're just fucking..."

"Yoongi," He screamed, voice so loud it made me cover my ears. "I swear to God, if you raise your voice at me, one more time..."

"Stop!" 

"Stay out of it, Hoseok!" I found myself shouting before I had even processed that the man was in the room. Though, as soon as the words left my mouth, I lifted my head and scanned the area for him.

"No," Hoseok shook his head, sitting on the couch while cradling my Jiminie in his arms. "Look what you two are doing!" 

My heart lept into my throat, guilt washing through me and almost knocking me out as I heard my boy cry softly into the man's shoulder, shaking in his embrace.

"J-Jiminie..." I whispered, stumbling to my feet to try ad rush over to him. He peeped up through his fringe for a second, eyes wide and skin completely devoid of colour, before curling back into Hoseok and giving a small sob.

"Walk away, Yoongi," Hoseok shook his head at me, gently rocking to calm the boy. His glare was a warning, I knew I had no choice. "You too, Seokjin."

"Hoseok, no... I need..." I tried my luck, wanting nothing more than to be able to comfort my boyfriend but he cut me off, narrowing his eyes until I moved back.

"Both of you back away now," He said, his tone so serious that it clashed with just how gently he was holding Jiminie, who just trembled and whimpered in his arms. "You have caused enough damage. So, I suggest you go and calm down before you cause anymore." 

-

I stamped out my last cigarette, annoyed at the fact that I had run out so quickly. God knows when I'd be able to find more, that was just luck. I suppose it was my fault for chaining them the way I did, though what else was I meant to do? 

I had just terrified the living daylights out of my seriously ill boyfriend and I couldn't even see him to apologise! I honestly felt like the worst person on earth, and I had no idea how to make it right. 

Hoseok was just walking over as I turned to face the others, scrunching up the cigarette box in my hand. He looked worried, scared, panicked... 

"How's Jimin?" I asked, quickly walking over as he sat with the others by the cars. I had noticed Tae wasn't with them but I just assumed he was with Jiminie. "Please, tell me he's okay." 

"He's confused," Hobi said, looking up while sheltering his eyes from the low, winter sun. "Extremely confused and panicked. Taehyung's with him and he said that we should stay away for a little while."

I sucked in a deep breath, knowing I didn't really have any choice here. For Jimin's sake, I just had to stay put. That didn't mean I didn't think about disobeying the request. All I wanted to do was wrap my arms around my boy, tell him how sorry I was and how much I love him... 

Deciding to give him his very much needed space, I just took a seat next to Jungkook and kept silent until Taehyung came back to reassure my worries. 

-

"I hope they're okay," Hobi spoke up, breaking the painful silence that had fallen between the five of us.

"I'm sure they are," Namjoon said, putting his arm over Hobi's shoulders. "Just give them a little longer." 

I didn't want to give them a little longer, I needed to see Jimin, to make sure he was okay. The guilt of acting the way I did, scaring him - It was eating away at me and making me sick to the stomach. 

It was freezing cold again, and the sky was dimming indicating night coming. It was getting too late, and yet we were still waiting. 

"As soon as they're ready, we should move," Jungkook piped up, with a small voice. He had his knees pulled up to his chest, almost cradling himself. He had calmed remarkably now, though it still made me sad to see his red cheeks and swollen eyes. The maknae never broke down like that before. "I don't feel that safe here." 

"We're fine..." 

"Oh, fuck!" Jungkook exclaimed, making me jump when he rushed to his feet, almost pulling Jin hyung over. 

I followed the maknae's panicked eyes behind us, hopping to my feet and grabbing my knife in a matter of seconds when I saw that fifty or more dead bastards were hot on our trail. 

"Be smart, don't let them gang up on you!" Namjoon sent out his typical orders as we started to take the dead down. I had about four corpses at my feet before I was forced to stop. "Hoseok, get a grip!"

Not losing focus, I managed to flicker my eyes over to Hobi, only to see him frozen in fear, absolute dread filling his eyes. 

"I left the door open!" The man suddenly snapped out of his state of shock. "I left the fucking door open!" 

It took a second, maybe half a second, but as soon as I realised he was talking about the caravan door - I ran, my feet not giving my brain a chance to catch up. 

I don't think my mind caught up with what happened at that moment, ever. All I remember was fighting, fighting as hard as I could to get to the caravan. To save my boyfriend and dongsaeng. 

Something I do remember though, clear as day, was being shoved to the ground with such a force I thought every bone in my body had broke. 

I struggled, I writhed with all my energy but I was pinned, one of the creatures holding me down against the concrete and snarling in my ear. It made bile burn my throat, just the smell of it. It was vile, rotten, rancid.

"Get... Ah, fuck, get it off!" I screamed as one of its rotten hands tangled into my hair, pushing my head down. 

I could feel the grave diffing into my face, pressing sharply into my skin but I couldn't get it to let go. With all my strength, I managed to roll over, but then it just had me pinned even more. It was a bad move as I was forced to push against it. My knife had disappeared, and I could already feel my arms growing weaker under its weight. 

 Seeing it properly, I noticed how it didn't have any eyes. Just bloody, hollowed-out pits that bore into me as its jaw snapped, drooling disgusting saliva all over my face, causing me to gag and retch. 

Where were my brothers? Why weren't they here? Why weren't they helping me?

My arms burned and I felt something grab my legs, a small weight which indicated another bastard was coming closer. I couldn't hold it anymore, it was too heavy!

And, just like that, my arms snapped down - unable to hold the monster up anymore. It came falling down on my chest, crushing the air out of my lungs. 

I just closed my eyes, I wouldn't fight it. If that door was open, Jimin wouldn't be there anymore. The dead would have gotten in... There was no point in still fighting. 

I just let it happen, I waited for the dead to get its way, I relaxed and allowed it to kill me.

But it didn't...

Nothing happened...

The weight on top of me turned limp, completely crushing me before disappearing entirely. 

I didn't open my eyes, I couldn't. I didn't have the strength, even when two gentle arms lifted me from the ground and held me tight. 

"Where's Taehyung?" I heard a loud voice, shouting over the chaos.

"I-inside..." A tinier voice came from right next to me, letting my heart ease, and my panic went away completely. "He... He r-really... Needs... He can't breathe!" 

The was a rush, I could feel it in the air along with muffled voices but I still couldn't get myself to react. Not until the soft voice came again.

"I've got you, Jagi," Jimin mumbled, close to my ear. His voice was so warm, so gentle, it made me feel safe. It made me feel like I was at home, with no danger in the world. 

A soft kiss was pressed to my forehead and that was when I found the strength to open my eyes. 

My Jiminie was holding me on his lap, smiling down at me with tear-stained cheeks. His clothes were bloodied and torn, he looked like he was in so much pain, exhausted beyond belief. And yet, he still smiled. 

"Jiminie..." I sighed, letting my eyelids drop again in relief. My baby was okay, my Jiminie was safe. Nothing else really mattered now. 

-

"Just breathe guys," Hoseok said, his voice soft as he cleaned up all the blood in the caravan. 

He had helped me and Jiminie inside, sitting us by Tae on the couch, before handing us some water and blankets. He even helped us change into cleaner clothes, as we were just way too tired to move. 

Jimin was nestled up against me as I rested my head on his shoulder, holding my arm around his waist. He was silent, but he didn't push me away. That was the important thing. 

"We get to relax now," Hobi said, turning to us with a soft look and giving a small nod, almost to back up his words.

"No, we don't," Jimin mumbled, moving away from me, and causing me to sit up. I felt my brow furrow as he hung his head low. With a soft sigh, I took his small hand in mine, stroking over his knuckles, knowing what he meant. "That is the one thing we'll never be able to do." 

"Jagiya..." I said, still holding his hand to try and comfort him. 

It was so clear just how drained he was now, not just physically but mentally. This was all too much for him, he had a fragile state of mind even before the world went to shit. 

"Not in this world, not now," He carried on, shaking his head though I didn't miss how he had to steady himself after. "This isn't the kind of life where we can relax anymore. We just can't. We need to always be looking over our shoulders for the rest of our lives, hoping there is nothing behind us. Constant fear, constant worry, constant... Stress." 

"Stop Jimin," Hoseok turned to face us properly, taking us all aback by how his tone firmed, I think. "We are going to be okay, as long as the seven of us stay together. So, I won't sit and listen to any of you talk about losing hope anymore. This, what happened today, was a warning. We get warnings. If we listen to them and take them into serious consideration, we will survive this. We will, but we just have to stay positive." 

"That's easier said than done, Namjoon," Jiminie shrugged, causing my heart to sink into my chest as he just rubbed his head. A few seconds passed before he looked up, seeing that we were all staring at him, with concern and quizzical looks on our faces. "I mean Ji... I mean, um... Huh... Hyung?"

"You feeling okay, Chim?" Taehyung asked, his voice croaky as he shifted next to him. I held my boy's hand tighter, getting his attention. 

"Aein," I sighed, seeing his eyes. He had no energy left, nothing. Despite my own pain, I pushed my own needs back, just knowing all this shit had my boy on the brink of a breakdown. "You alright?"

"I'm fine," He said, almost snapping my head off, looking back down to the floor. "Hyung. There. Just drop it." 

"I don't think we can drop it, baby," I said, shaking my head slightly, worry taking over. "You're not fine, you need to..."

"I'm fine," Jimin snapped again, though he still refused to look up. He just started playing with his long sleeves, avoiding eye contact with all of us. 

The door behind us opened and shut, quietly but I didn't take my eyes off Jiminie, hoping to get see some sort of reaction from him.

"Everything okay in here?" Jin hyung's voice rang as Jungkook sat between Jiminie and Tae. I didn't answer first but, no one else did either. "Alright, well, we're gonna get going now." 

"Where's Namjoon hyung?" Tae asked, making a point with his words and I didn't miss the way Jimin glared at him, causing me to sigh.

"In the truck," Jin hyung said, his voice small, confusion shining through. "He's navigating, I'm driving, I guess." 

"Okay," Tae shrugged before going back to whatever he was thinking about. His tone was nonchalant but Jimin still shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. 

"What is going on in here?" Jin hyung asked, his sharp voice demanding an answer. "Jimin? ...Hope?" 

So, it was obvious who the tension was between, hearing the man's first guess.

"I think I might come to sit in the truck with you two," Hoseok said in a flat tone, turning from the sink with an offended look on his face.

I scoffed, shaking my head. How dare he blame Jimin for this? It wasn't his fault and he never meant to hurt him, why was he acting like he had insulted him on purpose? 

"Why?" Hyung asked but Hoseok just stormed out, shaking his head as he left. "Hoseok! ...What the hell happened?"

"I'm sure Hoseok will tell you," I sighed, rubbing my hand up and down Jiminie's back when I heard him sniffle. It was clear he was now beating himself up over this and it wasn't fair. "Let's just leave it." 

"Oh-kay..." Hyung mumbled and I could feel his frown burning through me, I didn't have to turn around. "Well, are we okay to get going?"

"Yes, hyung," Tae answered, nodding slightly. Jungkook just nodded along with him, staying quiet, seemingly uncomfortable.

"Okay," Hyung just sighed, leaving again. The four of us just stayed silent for a while longer, though I didn't take my eyes off Jiminie still. 

"Jiminie?" I said, keeping my voice as soft as I could as stroked his back. He didn't answer, he just shook his head. I felt my heart deflate, sadness flooding through me as I tried to think of a way to get him to talk. 

I looked over him, to the maknaes, and caught Taehyung's eye. I gave him a small nod, hoping he understood that I wanted a moment of privacy.

Luckily, he took the hint and nodded back, before nudging Jungkook.

"Jungkookah," He said, the youngest looking up for him to continue. "Shall we go and choose a bunk?" 

Jungkook turned to me with a little frown, but I just mouthed please to him. Again, they both nodded and got up, heading over to the bunk area, behind us. 

"Jiminie," I tried again once I was alone with my boy, hoping the privacy would help. "You want to talk now?" 

"No," He said, his tone short and sharp. I clicked my tongue, gently placing my fingers under his chin to indicate that I wanted him to look at me, but he just moved my hand away and winced. "Don't."

"Why?" I asked, feeling much more worried now. Jimin never stonewalled me, he always told me everything, even before everything happened. 

"Just don't..." He mumbled, but lifted his head and slowly turned to me. As he moved, I saw the pain in his eyes, feeling rather guilty for not just leaving him how he was comfortable.

"Jiminie," I started, letting out a deep breath when I saw how dim and cold his eyes were. They were always warm, bright, and sparkling but now that light was gone. "Tell me what you're thinking, babe. Please." 

"Are you okay?" He asked, his small voice a little bit louder. I knew what he was doing, I wasn't stupid... But I played along.

"Me?" I asked, knowing he was trying to get my attention off of him and onto myself, trying to make me forget what had just happened.

"Are you hurt?" He clarified, a slight crack in his voice as his eyes watered. "Are you... You're okay, right?"

"I'm okay, baby," I nodded, though it wasn't quite the truth. 

My whole body ached and my stomach was still doing backflips as my head competed with somersaults - but he didn't need to know any of that, right now.

"Do you promise?" He asked, dropping his head back down but taking my hand. I just sighed, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles before kissing them. 

"I promise, jagi," I smiled, though I knew it wasn't convincing. Thankfully, he didn't even see it as he lacked his eyes on the floor again. "What about you? Are you okay?"

He slowly looked back up at me and I simply waited for his answer, this time. I only pressed after feeling the caravan start to move, indicating Hyung had started driving.

"Are you okay, jagi?" I asked again, somewhat pleading with him to answer me now.

He didn't say anything but his lips set into a small pout, his tears slipping over as he shook his head a fraction.

"Talk to me, Jiminie," I said, giving him another small smile and a small nod, letting him know it was okay to tell me anything. 

"I'm tired, Yoongs," Jiminie whimpered, his lips quivering. The words, how they sounded, broke my heart. Gently, I just pulled him onto my lap, wrapping my arms around him. "I'm so tired of all of this, now. I just want it to stop. I want things to go back to normal... I want to be normal." 

"Baby," I sighed, stroking my fingers through his shaggy hair as he cried. It hurt to hear him say this, to hear the desperation in his voice. All I wanted to do was take all his pain away, and make life good again for him, but I didn't know how. "It's just a blip, Jiminie. Everything will calm down again, especially now we have this van. We are going to get somewhere safe and start again. Just like we did before."

"I need it to stop Yoongi," He softly sobbed, gripping my shirt as he nestled against my chest. "It needs to stop. I can't cope with it anymore. It's too hard." 

"Yes, you can. Please, don't talk like that," I begged, hugging my boy tight without hurting him. These past few days have been a nightmare for him and I could never understand just how awful those seizures must be to have to go through, but I knew my baby was strong. He was stronger than this. "You can. You just need to relax now. And you can relax now, you can. Just take a moment to breathe, because you need to...

We all need to. You need to let yourself calm down now, baby. Otherwise, you'll... You just need to give yourself a break. If you don't feel strong enough to face this by yourself, let me be your strength.

I will always be here to hold your hand through everything, Jiminie. I won't leave your side, not until you feel like yourself again."

"Jagiya," Jiminie mumbled, after a short moment. His little sniffles were softening and calming.

"What is it, baby?" I asked, still running my fingers through his hair.

"I'm scared," He cried. Just as I thought he was starting to relax, he did a complete three-sixty on me and started sobbing into my neck, gripping my shirt tightly. "I'm so scared!" 

"Come on, now," I sighed, just letting him hold me tight even though my whole body was screaming against it. "I've got you, baby. You're safe, there's no need to be scared, right now. You're just exhausted. Just settle and try to sleep, now. I've got you and I'm not going anywhere.

Shush, now. As long as my arms are around you, there is no need to be scared. I  won't let anything happen, not now, not ever."

"I love you, Yoongi," I heard him mumble sleepily, releasing my shirt a little. I could feel the tension leaving him as h relaxed and couldn't stop the smile creeping onto my lips. 

Even after what happened yesterday, today - Jimin still trusted me enough to feel safe with me. 

"More than anything in the world..." He continued, causing my smile to grow as his sleepy tone trailed off. "You are my world..."  

I shuffled slightly, knowing he was calm enough to let me get comfortable as well. Gently pulling him further onto my lap, until I was cradling him, I slowly played with his hair as he fell asleep against me. 

"I love you too, Jimin," I whispered, watching as his expression softened and he nestled closer to me, his shoulders slowly rising and falling. "Someday, you will realise just how much. I will make sure you know. Someday...

Someday, you will know that you are my world too. Everything I do, from this day on, will be to keep you safe, my precious boy. I love you." 

-

"Jagiya!" I woke to Jiminie's cry, his tiny hands pulling me around as he sat me up. 

I couldn't bring myself to respond, I wasn't sure what was wrong with me... It was like my whole body had become numb, but also hurt all over, at the same time. I blinked my eyes open, only to frown when I saw two Jimins in front of me.

I lifted my hand to the back of my head, finally realising the source of the pain, though I still couldn't work out why.

"Yoongi, let me see," Jiminie spoke, his voice sounded soft and distant, despite being right next to me. He carefully pulled on my arm, getting me to move my hand. "It's okay, baby. Let me see." 

I let my hand drop to my lap, suddenly feeling nauseous when I saw the red pool in my palm. Why was my hand red?

Words were being shouted but whether or not they truly made sense, I don't know. Jimin was only just coming into focus when he pulled his jacket off, pressing it to my head, and making me hold it there. 

The pressure hurt, the kind of dull pain, like when you accidentally hit your head on the car door or something.

"Try not to move your head, baby," Jimin's voice came again, and I could see him in front of me, and feel his hand on my cheek. His thumb was wiping away tears but I didn't even realise I was crying. "Just stay completely still, I'll be right back. Right back, I promise." 

Again, I couldn't answer. The words wouldn't even form in my mind, let alone come out of my mouth. I just felt frozen. 

Jimin disappeared after kissing my forehead, I didn't even really see him move. He was just gone and I was stuck, alone. 

"Yoongs?" I heard someone shout, having to wait for them to come into sight before realising it was Jin hyung.

"Hey, you're okay," He said, his voice strained though there was some comfort to it. He crouched in front of me, pulling my arm down and holding Jimin's jacket in place for me. "Right, Yoongi... Can you understand what I'm saying? Listen to hyung, are you with me?" 

I tried to nod, to tell him, yes, but as I made the slightest movement, I felt the room spin. I could physically feel my eyes rolling upwards as my stomach flipped, causing me to let out a retch.

"Jesus..." Jin hyung's hands pressed against my shoulders, holding me up but I couldn't hold back the vomit rising in my throat, no matter how hard I tried to swallow it back down. "It's alright, Yoongs. Just let it go, don't worry...

Jimin, I need something, quickly. A towel, coat anything." Hyung's voice was loud, making my head spin more, ultimately leading to me being sick again. My throat burned but I couldn't take back control. "Jimin, now!... Goddamnit. Jimin, stay there. Don't move. You're going to make it worse. Give me a second and I'll..."

Hyung's words trailed off but he had already said enough. Enough for me to finally snap back, clear my throat and take in a deep breath.

A minute or two passed and I felt Jimin's tiny hand fall on my lap, his fingers gripping my thigh with little strength. My Jiminie was hurt.

"Jimin, talk to me, buddy," Hyung said, but he didn't get a response. I couldn't turn to see my boy, to see if he was okay. I tried but couldn't make myself move. Even breathing was making me dizzy. "Please, Chimmy."  

"F-focus on Y-yoongi..." Jiminie's little voice came. He was in pain, much more than I. 

What the fuck had happened?

"I need to get Hoseok and Namjoon," Jin hyung said, causing me to flicker my eyes up to him. "I need to make sure they're okay."

Did we crash?

"Jimin!" Hyung suddenly said, causing my heart to leap in my chest. "Are you listening to me? ... Just stay with Yoongi. Will you be okay? Jimin, I need you to answer me."

Silence followed, causing my eyes to water. I laid my hand over Jiminie's, he was still gripping my thigh but there was no strength in his fingers. My heart was breaking, I could feel it, it was agonising. 

"Go, hyung," Tae's voice filled my ears, bringing me around enough to realise my breathing was heavy. I was panicking but I still couldn't bring myself to do anything, my vision starting to fade slightly. "I've got this. Go... Kook's come around now. I can help Jimin and Yoongi." 

Hyung was about to leave until Jimin let out a shriek, finally pinching my thigh hard, causing me to flinch and hold his hand tighter. The cry was enough to pull me from the stupid, stunned daze I was in. 

"Jimin, you need to talk to us, buddy," Hyung begged but Jiminie kept crying.

"His spine made a really loud cracking noise as he stood up," Tae said, his voice cracking. 

"Right just... Jiminie, just don't move okay? At all, stay completely still," Hyung said, his voice firm. I watched as he stood up, still unable to lower my head to look down at my boy. "Taehyung, don't let Jungkook move, either. He needs to stay as still as possible, as well, until I get back... Get Yoongi up on the couch and..."

"I can handle this, hyung."

"I-I-I'm o-o-okay," I stuttered out, forcing the words out now. The sound of my own voice was deafening in my ears but at least I knew I could talk, still.

"Shut up," Hyung shook his head at me. "You're not. I will be right back, until then... Just wait until I get back." 

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"Hyung, are you okay?" Tae spoke softly as if he could tell his voice was too loud for me. I could only just hear him over the ringing in my ears.

"Y-yeah," I spoke, not able to nod. I just kept stroking my thumb over Jiminie's knuckles.

He had fallen silent, completely silent and I couldn't tell if he was okay or not. 

"Jungkookah!" Tae called, his voice a bit louder though I knew he was still being cautious. "You still with me, buddy?"

A small yes came from behind me, instantly making me worry about my maknae. I still didn't know what the fuck had happened, and yet everyone seemed to be hurt, suffering. 

I slowly dropped my gaze, seeing my boy keeled over beside me. Every so often he let out a small whimper, causing me to cry all over again. I couldn't help him, I didn't know what was wrong.  

"Hyung, I..." Tae looked at me, his small, scared. I could see in his eyes that he was lost, he didn't know anything just like me. Jin hyung shouldn't have left. He should have been back by now, this wasn't fair.

"... Jiminie?" I said, still holding my boy's hand, giving Tae the tiniest of nods, knowing he wanted to check on Kook. 

Jimin kept his face covered with his other hand, but it was clear he was in the middle of an absence cluster, the way he kept tensing and going limp told me that much.

"I'm here but..." I started, pausing to try and make my voice more stable, at least enough for it to be understandable. "T-tae's gonna go to Jung-Jungko-ook, o-okay?" 

Tae smiled at me, pushing himself up from the floor, but then Jiminie finally spoke up.

"I'm gonna... Gonna be..." He whimpered, his voice weak and cut off by a small retch. 

"You're o-okay," I tried to comfort him as he coughed, crying every time his shoulders jerked forwards. "Ju-just breathe... Le-let it, it, it out... If y-you need..."

"You'll be alright, Chim," Tae spoke over me, his clear voice must easier to understand. I gritted my teeth, frustrated with myself. I just wanted to be able to comfort my boy. "I promise you. Just hang in there."

The younger left, going behind me to the cupboards and throwing a box at me before going to the maknae. 

I couldn't read the label on the box, only realising they were painkillers when I pulled the strip out.

"Ch-chim..." I looked at my baby, who was starting to calm down again, though I saw that he was still being sick, just not as violently. 

Being as careful as I could, with both of us in mind, I shifted my leg so his head was propped up slightly. It made him cry but I couldn't let him choke, not again.

"It's o-okay, my d-darling," I choked out, feeling myself start to sob but the emotions didn't register until after. "You're g-g-g-onna be o-okay... T-talk to m-me, baby." 

"Ca-can't feel... My legs," Jiminie whispered, his tone so soft. I popped a few of the tablets out of the packet, taking two myself before holding a couple to him. "Can't..."

"Jiminie, p-please, b-babe," I tried, holding the tablets to his lips but got nowhere, so I gave up and went back to holding his hand. "Stay s-s-strong... jagi. Hyung will be b-back.  I-I-I l-love you..."