I kept my eyes locked with my boyfriend's, warmly smiling down at him and stroking my fingers through his hair to distract him from what the doctor was doing. 

Jiminie woke the afternoon after the incident, giving me such a great sense of relief that I had never experienced before. It was like a tidal wave and I completely drowned in it. He was even talking to me, though his mind wasn't clear enough for him to understand much of what was going on around him. 

Woosung kept his promise and came back every few hours, even telling me the next morning that he had been in through the night when I had finally fallen asleep. That I was grateful for, more than grateful...

"Okay, Jimin," Woosung sighed, finally stepping away after redressing his wound. Jiminie seized again in the night and, even though Woosung was there, he accidentally hurt himself further. "That's all sorted. I think we should consider a stronger anticonvulsant though, to stop this from happening again too soon. Whatcha think?" 

"I think that sounds good," I nodded, still smiling as Jimin stared up at me with wide eyes. The fear still hadn't left them, he still looked terrified, so I was trying my best to keep reassuring him. "Hmm, jagi?" 

"I'm also going to start him on some antibiotics, Yoongi," Woosung said as Jiminie didn't answer, causing me to look over at him and simply nod, trusting he knew what he was doing. "There are no signs of infection and he's not feverish but I don't really want to risk it." 

"Yeah, no, that sounds good. Thank you," I nodded again as he moved away to get whatever meds he was talking about. I just went back to playing with my boy's hair, my smile widening a little as he leaned into my hand. "How're you feeling, baby? Are those painkillers working?" 

A gentle nod was the response I got, but it was enough. 

"Good..." I smiled before looking back up at the doctor, who was administering the drugs he had suggested, causing Jimin to flinch slightly but remain somewhat unbothered. "Hey, Woosungnim?"

"You can tell him," The doctor nodded, with a smile, as if he had read my mind. Looking up at me, his smile turned warm and he nodded again for reassurance. "He's strong enough, you can tell him. Give me a moment and I'll give you some privacy. Just let him sleep if he wants to though, don't push him too hard."

"Never. Thank you," I sighed, waiting for the doctor to finish up and leave the room before looking back to Jiminie, whose scared eyes had a shine of curiosity to them now. 

"Want some good news, jagi?" I asked, glad when he nodded again.

 Jiminie needed something positive, something to distract him from what had happened, something to stop him from feeling so scared. He needed his best friend.

"Jiminie," I smiled softly, sighing before kissing his forehead, and leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Taehyungie's downstairs." 

"W-what?" He whimpered, moving away to look at me with even wider eyes. I knew he didn't understand, to be honest I didn't really either, but his expression eased the more I kept my smile. "But..."

"He came back yesterday, a small group brought him home," I said, being purposefully gentle with my words so the news wasn't too much of a shock to his frazzled mind. "Jennie, from the barn? She brought him back... Tae's safe, he's alive. He's not hurt in any way... I can radio him if you like, I can't imagine how bad you miss him."

"I-it hurts..." Jiminie mumbled weakly, but I didn't understand straight away, frowning in concern until he clarified the two worrying words. "Missing him... It hurts."

"Shall I give him a call, baby?" I asked, letting out a low breath, letting my smile return when he started to nod with newfound excitement. 

"Yoonie," He whimpered, tears springing up as his plump lips trembled but, still, I just smiled. "Yoonie, I..."

"You need Tae," I nodded, brushing his fringe out of his eyes. There was no denying how awfully it had affected him when we thought Tae was... Gone.

Maybe if Jimin didn't think that was the fact, he would have continued to work on walking again. Maybe he would have been stronger, maybe we wouldn't have fallen out that night and maybe he could have defended himself against Hyungsik... 

"I know, baby, I know you do. I'm gonna go and call him, okay?" I said, kissing his temple again before moving back, grabbing the radio Woosung had left on the drawers, beside us. "I won't be a moment, okay?"

"No," Jiminie shook his head, making me jump when he grabbed my arm just before I could move away. "No, Yoonie... Don't..."

"Don't go?" I sighed, feeling my shoulders fall as the fear seeped back into his eyes. Sitting back on the edge of the bed, I just took his hand in mine, kissing his knuckles. "You wanna call him? Hmm?" 

When he shook his head a fraction, I just clicked my tongue, fiddling with the buttons on the radio before holding it up.

"Hey, Joon," I waited for a few seconds before continuing, flashing Jiminie a small smile as he watched me closely. "You got Tae with you?" 

A moment or two passed and, thank God Namjoon answered when he did, as I saw Jimin getting antsier and antsier as he waited. He didn't think I was lying to him, did he?

"Hyung?" Joon's voice came through the static, causing me to grin. "Tae? Yeah, he's here. You want him?"

"Not me," I chuckled, shaking my head lightly. "But maybe he could-"

A loud static noise came from the device, causing me to frown before I realised there must have been a fight over who was using the radio.

"Tiny?" Taehyung's voice filled the room, causing my eyes to flicker over to Jiminie, seeing his plump lips begin to tremble as an overwhelming amount of emotion hit him probably too quickly. "Chimmy? You there?" 

"He's here, Tae," I said, cupping my boy's cheek in my hand, gently wiping under his eyes as tears began to slip. "Gonna come up and see him, kiddo?" 

Again, another moment of silence before the buzzing noise came back.

"He's on his way, hyung," Namjoon laughed back, causing me to chuckle and even Jiminie to let out a small giggle. "Shouldn't be too long... Think he's running."

"For fuck's sake," I shook my head, laughing softly to myself until I felt Jiminie's hands on my shoulders, pulling down slightly. "Hey. Where you going, baby?"

"...Sit up..." Jimin mumbled, his voice tiny and feeble as he tried to shuffle up the bed, though it was obvious every movement hurt him. 

"Wait, just wait a moment," I sighed, moving back to help him, letting him lean against me while I sorted the pillows behind him so he was propped up more. "Settle back, now... That better?" 

"Hmm," He nodded, visibly seeming more comfortable so I just smiled again, brushing my fingers through his hair as he let his eyes close. "Thank you."

"That's alright, jagi," I just chuckled, though kept quiet about thinking he probably shouldn't have been sitting up. "Tell me if you get uncomfortable, though..."

A knock, a very quick, abrupt knock on the door interrupted me, the door swinging open as Taehyung rushed into the room. He sounded breathless, panting heavily but nothing masked the bright grin on his face. 

"Well, that was quick," I chuckled as the boy came into the room, collapsing face down on the end of the bed, by Jimin's feet. "You alright, kiddo?"

"Hang on a sec..." Tae nodded against the bed, whining slightly when Jimin giggled and shuffled, I guess kicking him in the process.

"Get up, weirdo," Jiminie laughed, the sound warming my heart, like genuinely bringing heat into my chest as he finally smiled brightly. The fear had left his eyes now, he looked relaxed as Tae sat up and grinned at him. 

"I've missed you, Tiny," Taehyung said, his voice lowering slightly with sincerity, giving me an inclination that I should have moved back for a while. 

"Well, you two can catch up for a while," I suggested as I put the radio back on the drawers, pushing myself away from the bed and gesturing for Tae to take my place. "I'm gonna go and grab some drinks, so you can have some time."

"Alright, hyung," Taehyung nodded, moving up the bed to give Jiminie a gentle hug, which was returned immediately, giving me chance to get to the door before he properly caught on and realised I was leaving.

"Actually, Tae, here a sec," I said before reaching the door, beckoning the boy over with a wave. He gave Jiminie a smile before coming over, leaving him to rest his eyes for a moment. "Don't let him move around too much, okay? Woosung said to keep him still, there was a problem last night and he tore his stitches. Just keep him comfortable but if his legs cramp, doc said to massage them, like how we did after dance practice. You know? You remember?"

"I know, hyung," Tae smiled, nodding his head though it seemed like he may have dismissed what I said. "I can look after Chimmy. I've been doing it long enough, now."

"Alright," I nodded, patting his shoulder though didn't push him away went he decided he'd prefer a hug before going to sit back down. "Alright, get off, kid... I'll be back in a bit."

"Wait! Yoonie!" Jiminie exclaimed as Tae moved back to the bed, and it seemed all that debilitating fear had come flooding back, making me stop abruptly at the door and turn back to him with a small frown.

"Jagi," I sighed, walking back over, taking his hand in mine as he held it out to me. Brushing his hair out of his face again, I sighed again, honestly not really wanting to leave him either but knew I needed to give him time with his best friend. He needed it. "You are safe with Tae, darling. You know you are... I'm gonna go and get us some drinks, okay? You're going to be fine, now... What do you fancy, honey? I can get you anything. Tae?"

"I'll have a coffee, hyung," Taehyung smiled brightly, almost as if to reassure Jiminie into answering as well. "Sweet coffee... If that's okay. Not that bitter crap you drink."

"Of course, kiddo," I patted his shoulder with a chuckle, knowing he always had a stupid amount of sugar in his coffee. I personally couldn't think of anything worse, but I just nodded before looking back at Jiminie, who was starting to look like he was relaxing a little again. "Jagiya?" 

"Cocoa?" He whispered, his voice barely loud enough for us to hear but we did, and the single word brought a bright smile to my lips. 

"Of course, baby boy," I nodded, kissing his forehead while ignoring the fake gagging noise Taehyung was making behind me, though it seemed to make Jiminie laugh so I couldn't bring myself to feel too offended. "I'll be right back. Fifteen, twenty minutes, alright? You gonna be okay?"

It took a little while but, eventually, he let go of my hand and nodded softly, giving me permission to go. 

"I'll be back soon, darling. I love you," I smiled proudly, leaning down to kiss him before going to leave the room, again. I heard him mumble the words back but kept walking, hearing Tae spark up a conversation.

Closing the door behind me, taking a mental image of how I turned the handle, and making sure it was firmly shut - I decided to make a small pit stop before grabbing our drinks, wanting to see my brother for the first time in too long.

Turning down the hall, it felt strange. Something felt off about how quiet everything was, I was expecting at least someone to be around but the hall was empty, the whole way to Hobi's room, and I felt... Sick. The silence made my stomach churn over and over again until I reached the door of his room.

It wasn't until I let myself in that I was actually greeted by friendly voices.

"Hyung!" Jungkook's voice was the first to reach my ears, bringing a grin back to my lips and making the nausea subside. 

"Hey, kid," I chuckled, going to take a seat beside Hobi's bed, unable to explain how relieving it was to see him sitting up, awake and smiling. "Hope. How are you feeling?"

"Better," Hobi nodded, his voice breathy, almost as if he was whispering but the slight slur didn't seem to bother him so I didn't acknowledge it either. "G-good't-to see... Y-you, h-hy-hyu-"

"What's easier to say?" I asked as I heard him struggling over the word, hoping he realised he didn't have to use honorifics even if he was well. I never expected it from any of them at this point, to be honest, but definitely not Hobi. "Yoon or hyung?"

"J-jerk," Hobi joked and smiled up at me, causing me to scoff and shake my head as he let out a breathy laugh.  "No... No Ch-chim?"

"Um, no..." I frowned, the question hitting me a bit harder than I thought it would have, though I guess I should have expected it. "No, Jiminie's... He's not..."

"Jin c-came," Hobi cut me off, his short sentences telling me more than enough, causing me to exhale a long breath and shake my head again. "I know... W-what happened."

"Jin hyung should be resting," I sighed, running my hand down my face before turning to Kook. "You are in charge of looking after that man, kid. Why is he wandering around?"

"He's gone back to bed now, hyung," Kook said, returning the frown I was sending him. "But it's not like he'd ever listen to me."

"Sure he does," I clicked my tongue, and even Hobi scoffed at his words. "You're the only one he does listen to... Perks of being favourite, I guess." 

"I'm not the favourite," Jungkook pouted, but I'm sure not even he brought it as he kicked the floor with his heel. "Nowhere near."

"Just take advantage of it, kid," I chuckled, shaking my head again before turning back to Hobi, who was looking at me expectantly. "Look, I can't really stay long. I just wanted to check in on you. I left Hook and Loop waiting for drinks so... I should be getting back soon, I can't leave Jiminie long. Not again... Is there anything you need before I go?"

"No," Hobi smiled, moving his head side to side, just a fraction. "No. Go, just... T-tell Chim I-I-I..."

"I will," I nodded, already knowing what he wanted to say, patting his hand that was laying tiredly next to him. "I'll let him know, Hobi. Get some rest, I'll see you later."

"Bye, j-jerk," Hobi chuckled as I got up, causing Jungkook to laugh I just turned back before leaving the room, taking a deep breath as I smiled back at him.

"It's good to have you back, Hoseokie," I sighed, seeing the light pink blush paint over his cheeks. "We've missed you, brother."

-

"Yoongi?" I heard my hyung's voice enter Jimin's and my room, though I didn't have the energy to acknowledge him. Luckily, Tae was already there to answer, as he had been for the past few days, without letting up.

"He's sleeping, hyung," Tae spoke, though I don't think he knew his words were a lie since I was curled up at my boyfriend's side, pretending to be asleep beside him. "Are you okay?"

"Sore, but I'll be fine," Hyung said, but I could hear the forced strength he was putting into his tone.  "No need to worry about me. What about you?"

"Hungry," Tae said and I could see the way he shrugged in my mind, seeing the way hyung would have been looking at him with concern now. I didn't need to open my eyes. "Maybe a little thirsty."

"Go and get something," Hyung sighed, though his tone was warm like it always was. Every time I heard Jin hyung speak, it was comforting and consoling. "You can't sit in here all day and go without. He's not going anywhere...Go on, bugger off and bring me a coffee back." 

The was a reluctant sigh, followed by a feigned chuckle, followed by the door shutting and I knew it was safe to stop pretending again.

"Thank you," I whispered, keeping my eyes closed as I gently laid my head on my boy's shoulder.

"Thought you could do with the break," Hyung chuckled. I knew he'd understand. 

I was more than over the moon, having Taehyung back home and it was doing Jimin the world of good, having him by his side constantly but... I just needed a break from him. The poor kid was exhausting me all on his own and that was without having to deal with the fact Jiminie was having really bad nightmares now.

"Want me to go as well?" 

"No," I shook my head slightly, letting my ears train on my boy's even, calm breaths. I didn't want to be alone, not while Jiminie was sleeping. I just needed space and time to think for myself without having to worry if our bedroom door was about to slam open. Hyung knew that so no, I didn't want him to leave. "Please stay."

"Of course, Yoongs," Hyung just said and I could hear his smile, picturing it in my mind as I let myself drift off properly. "Just sleep, I won't go anywhere."

-

I woke again, that night. Again, woke in the middle of the night to my boyfriend's desperate cries of fear. 

The room was pitch black, freezing cold and my half-asleep mind reached for my blanket first before finally pulling Jiminie into a soft hug. 

"Jimin, wake up, honey," I sighed, sitting myself up to wipe the tears from his face, pressing a kiss to his forehead to try and calm him. "It's just a bad dream, honey. You're okay." 

This had happened every night for the past three nights and the worst part was that I was absolutely useless. I couldn't help my boy because he was still fast asleep and I couldn't get him to wake up.

Though, this night, this time was different. This time instead of sobbing and trying to hide, Jiminie was screaming and writhing against the bed as if something was holding him down, forcefully. I had never heard anyone wail the way he was at that moment and it caused my chest to ache, agonisingly so.

"Jagiya?" I tried, running my fingers through his hair but he turned away from my hand with a harsh cry each time. I was half-asleep myself, still, but Jiminie came first - he always would. "Jagiya, please just settle. You're safe baby, I promise. Let's sleep, now." 

The more he screamed, the more my name stood out, and the tighter the pain in my chest got. My baby sounded broken, shattered, and petrified. He was losing his voice and each word showed how raw his throat was becoming.

"Jiminie, I'm here," I sighed, feeling my eyes becoming heavy again as all I really, truly wanted to do was sleep, but he kept crying out my name, making it impossible for me to turn my back on him. I'm right here, babe. Wake up now, aein. Come on." 

Giving his small shoulder a careful shake, I hoped he would at least turn to me so he could hear me better but, instead I was just slapped away. 

"What's going on?" A voice came from the door, and my mind recognised it as Namjoon's instantly, it didn't matter how sleep-deprived I was. 

"Nightmare, again," I sighed, shaking my head in defeat though, I never stopped trying to comfort my boy. "They're getting worse." 

I wasn't startled by the man's appearance, just really fucking glad he was there. Though the words had left my mouth, I had a horrible feeling this wasn't just a nightmare. 

"I'm not surprised. With that bastard sleeping peacefully in his bed..." Joon scoffed, but thankfully he cut himself off. 

I didn't want to hear a single word about that dickhead, who had caused all of this, so he should have been glad he shut up. I watched as he just shook his head, gently taking Jiminie's hand in his to stop him from forcibly smacking the mattress.

"He'll settle, just give him time," He said, seemingly trying to be reassuring but I couldn't really hear anything other than my baby's cries. "There's no need to wake him, I don't think. It'll pass and he probably won't remember it at all." 

"I fucking hope so," I mumbled, running my hand down my face and rubbing my eyes to try and stop them from burning. "This is too much, he needs a break... From everything, the stress, this world, fear, pain. Why can't he just get one day where he... He can relax? Why is that so much to..." 

"Hyung, you're rambling," Joon sighed but I just shook my head, though he didn't give me the chance to keep talking. "Do you want to go to my room? Get some proper rest? I'll stay..."

"No!" I stopped him right then and there, and bloody good thing I did as that was when Jimin woke with a start, screaming out my name as if... As if someone was trying to kill him.

Quickly, I placed my hand on his chest and gently pushed him back down onto the bed, stopping him from forcing himself too far forwards, not wanting him to hurt himself. 

"It's okay, honey," I said, stroking my fingers over his cheekbone as his eyes darted around in the dark. "I'm here, Joonie as well. Shush, shush, you're alright." 

"I'm sorry!" He sobbed, his little voice so broken and slurred as he fought his wrist out of Joon's grasp and grabbed my shirt and pulled me close. I just kissed the top of his head, letting him settle in my arms, cradling him to my chest. "I-I-I'm so sorry!"

"What on earth are you talking about, Minie?" Joon asked but the boy started to fight against me, so I couldn't back him up. I could only try to hold my boy still before he seriously injured himself. "Why are you apologising?"

"I'm sorry, Yoongi!" Jiminie wailed and I felt my shirt tighten around my throat with how he was pulling me closer, clamping his fists around the material. "Please don't leave! I didn't mean to... I didn't mean... I..."

"Jiminie, breathe, baby," I let my voice fall into a soft whisper, brushing through his hair with my fingers, praying I could get him back before he spiralled completely over the edge. "Come on, honey, I'm not going anywhere. You haven't done anything wrong, it was just a horrible dream. Just slow it down now." 

It didn't work, no matter how hard I tried... Jiminie's screams got louder, his grip got tighter and I was sure we were past the point of this even being a panic attack now. I had never, ever seen him like this before! 

Gently rocking and pressing light kisses to the top of his head, hoping the action could lull him into a calmer state, I let my eyes flicker up to Namjoon and saw that he was just as concerned.

"Go and get Woosung," I said softly, as calmly as I possibly could as to not provoke more panic. He just nodded, quickly a bit like one of those dog ornaments before darting out of the room. 

"Come on, honey," I sighed, burying my face into my boy's hair and breathing in deeply. "Please, jagi. I'm not going to leave you. I just need you to calm your breathing, baby. Can you do that for me? Hmm? Can you try?"

I felt him shake his head against my chest, causing me to drop my hand to support his neck, stopping the abrupt movement. Rubbing small circles behind his ear with my thumb, all I could do was whisper and comfort him and...

"Good job, that's it. Just calm down, now, beautiful. You're safe." 

It seemed to be working. A sharp inhale, a shaky exhale, and again, and again. He was taking control of his breathing again and even began to loosen his grip on my shirt. 

That was until the door slammed open, the way it had a million times over in my mind since that day, only Woosung and Namjoon ran in. Not that dickhead, thank God. 

It was like flipping a switch and his tiny hands pulled me back down, frantically screaming so much louder than before. 

"No, Jiminie," I cried, throwing my head back before glaring at the two. I was so close, so fucking close! "Come on!"

Woosung rushed over to the bed, scaring me as he placed his bag on the floor, reaching over only for Jimin violently flinch away from him. 

"Right, Yoongi. Sit up and move back."

"I can't," I shook my head, my shirt tightening around my throat again, even more than before. "His fists are like vices. I literally cannot move!"

With that, Woosung grabbed Jiminie's hands, causing him to cry out again but when he pulled him away, I couldn't stop myself from sighing in relief at being able to breathe again. 

"Namjoon, hand me my bag, please," The doctor requested, causing Joon to jump into action, handing him his bag to rummage around in. 

"Jimin, kiddo, can you hear me?" He asked but was screamed over, and I saw how he rolled his eyes, pulling a few vials out of the bag and laying them on his lap before pulling out a syringe. "I'm gonna help you calm down, okay, buddy? You just bear with me and I'll give you something to help you relax, and then you'll feel sleepy enough to rest. Just give me a moment." 

"Whatcha gonna do?" I asked, unable to stop my voice from shaking as the doctor pulled Jiminie's arm closer to him, placing my hand on his heaving chest more to keep him still than anything.

"I'm just gonna give him a simple sedative," Woosung smiled but it wasn't reassuring at all as he filled the syringe with one of the drugs. "And an anti-convulsant, just to make sure he's as relaxed as possible. The last thing he needs to do is tear his stitches again." 

"Woosung," Namjoon spoke up as the doctor administered the drug before using a new syringe to give the second. "This isn't one of his typical panic attacks. This is different." 

I'm glad Joon said that because it confirmed I wasn't being paranoid, and that this was worse than any other time. I had seen every side of Jimin's anxiety over the years. 

From where he would nervously tap his foot in a certain, specific pattern to remind him what way to breathe in; to panicking so bad that he had hyperventilated to a point of fully passing out and needing us to take him to the emergency room. I had seen it all and yet, nothing was ever this bad. 

This... It wasn't fueled by anxiety, it was pure terror that was driving him to this point.

"That's because I don't think this is an average panic attack," Woosung shook his head, gently bending Jimin's arm back, letting me hold his hand as his cries slowly quietened down. "I'm pretty sure this is trauma related, aren't you?" 

"As in..." Namjoon asked as I stroked my fingers through my baby's hair, not missing how he was starting to look dazed as his tears came to a stop. I just gathered that whatever the doctor had given him was strong, so I cooed until he had finally settled, kissing his forehead as his eyelids finally fell closed. "What do you mean, Woosungnim?"

"You say he's always had panic attacks?" The doctor asked, pressing his fingers to Jiminie's wrist, looking satisfied with his pulse, which helped me relax a little. "Had anxiety?"

"And low self-esteem, depression," I scoffed, thinking about just how bad the boy's mental health was, even before this happened. "An extreme need to be perfect and the inability to believe in himself... He hasn't ever had it easy, doc." 

"Then it's safe to say that he's vulnerable," Woosung sighed, moving back from the bed to turn on a light from his bag, placing it on the drawers before moving the blankets away from us. "I'm just gonna check his wound... No, he's good. That's good... If his mental health is already bad, he's not in a strong mindset. Therefore, this is more than enough to trigger PTSD. Do you think that's fair to say?" 

"That's fair," Namjoon seemed to agree. I just nodded silently, pulling the blankets back up over my boy, laying him down as his hands let me go, making sure to make him as comfortable as possible. 

"Yoongi, if okay with you," Woosung spoke, causing me to look up at him, waiting. "I'll stay with you for the night. Those drugs are strong, I want to stay to observe if that's alright. You can sleep but I'll keep tabs on his vitals."

"Yes, please..." I nodded, my shoulders slumping again at the mention of sleep, my eyes burning more. "Please..."

"I'll stay too, hyung," Namjoon spoke and I felt his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down on the bed, clearly noticing that I was seconds away from falling asleep again. "Don't worry about anything, now. You sleep, we'll look after Minie."

-

Waking up the next morning, to Taehyung's cheery voice, was the last thing I needed. The sun was bright in the room, making my eyes feel scratchy, and his bright tone just grated on my last nerve. 

Forcing my eyes to open, despite only wanting to sleep more, I found myself frowning at Woosung who was asleep at the foot of the bed. Though, seeing Namjoon curled up awkwardly, in a very small armchair, only confused me further until... There was Taehyung, smiling and chatting away by Jimin's side as the poor kid turned his head towards me, seemingly trying to block him out as well.

"You know, Chim," Tae went on and on, and it made me feel awful. It made me feel awful because I knew that all the effort he was making was with Jimin's best intentions in mind. He was only trying to help but, God, he was making things so much worse. "I really think we should go and get some fresh air, today. It's actually fairly warm today, surprisingly. Whatcha say?"

Jiminie shook his head against my chest, waking me up more and causing me to sigh, wrapping my arms around him softly. The way he was mumbling showed how groggy he was and Tae wasn't helping at all.

"Leave him alone, Tae," I sighed, in the end, as it was more than obvious everyone else was ignoring him. "Be quiet and let us sleep." 

"I just think it would help," Taehyung whined and I could hear that he was pouting, probably letting his shoulders slump as he sulked, but I didn't really have the energy to care. "To get out of this room, at least." 

"Taehyung, let him sleep," Namjoon's voice came from the back of the room, sounding firm and slightly agitated. "And drop the whole going out idea, last night was too rough. I'm sure he doesn't want to go anywhere." 

"Just thought it would help, you know?"

"Yeah and it probably would," I heard Namjoon sigh, sound scolding now rather than just firm and I could almost feel Tae's tantrum lingering in the air. "Just not today, though. Let's give it a rest, for now, everyone's too tired. Why don't you go and see if your little buddy's awake? Kill some time, hmm?" 

It was that question that set him off, a set of harsh footsteps pacing across the room. The boy didn't slam the door, but it was easy to tell he wanted to. He'd be glad he didn't though, I wouldn't have let him get away with that.

"Thank you," A small murmur came from beside me, causing me to let out a deep sigh, pressing my lips to Jiminie's temple. "I love him but... Thank you."

-

It had been ten minutes.

Ten minutes since Jimin finally gave in, about a week later, and gave in to his best friend.

Ten minutes since we had finally reached the exit of the hospital and took seats outside, on a nearby picnic bench.

Ten minutes.

"Here, babe," I sighed, sitting down and handing Jimin the water bottle he had requested. "How're we doing?"

I tried to be quick, practically running to the canteen, despite knowing both he and Tae would have been perfectly safe.

It's just... Ever since that day, we had all met a different side of Dawon.

She proved to us that she was no longer the woman we once knew, and she did that by completely giving Hyungsik free reign to carry on as if nothing happened. Therefore, he got away with everything, every heinous thing he did, while Jimin was left to try to come to terms with that despite him being the man's main victim.

Hyungsik had traumatised Taehyungah and me, dare I say. He had majorly injured Jin hyung; hyung was only just regaining full movement of his arm after the damage, but Jiminie... He almost killed him!

As I said, it took us over a week to convince him to come out and get some fresh air. I didn't even think it was going to work when we tried, since he seemed to feel safer hiding under his blankets, blocking out the world - sometimes blocking us out as well.

"We're alright. Aren't we, Tiny?" Taehyung sighed, giving the boy a slight nudge, giving a small smile when he nodded his head and took a sip of his water, before catching my eye and nodding over my shoulder. "...Could be better, though."

I turned subtly, looking behind me to see what he meant and found myself locking gazes with Dawon, across the field. She seemed busy, talking to a few men I didn't recognise, but not busy enough to stop her from sending a sharp, cold glare our way.

I was seriously starting to not like this woman. I didn't care whose sister she was. Sorry, Hoseok, but I don't tend to respect people who sided with arseholes like Park Hyungsik.

"Do you wanna go in and get something to eat, Jagi?" I asked as I turned back to Jiminie, seeing him shift in his seat uncomfortably. "We don't have to stay out here, we could go for a wander. See hyung, Hobi, maybe?"

"I wanna go back in," Jimin almost whispered and I caught how he was staring in Dawon's direction. "Wanna go back, I don't wanna be out here."

"Okay, jagi," I nodded, standing up and walking around his side of the table, holding my hand out to him.

"Hyung, maybe we should..." Tae started but I just shook my head at him, very carefully wrapping my arm around Jimin's waist to hold him steady.

The kid was shaking as I got him to stand, panic already bubbling up, not to mention he was still very wobbly on his legs. I could see how that intense fear from before was flooding his eyes again. There was no reason to expect him to stay where he felt unsafe, no reason at all.

"We'll go inside, Tae," I said firmly, keeping my boy close to my side. "This has been a lot already, no need to push it... Come on, jagi."

Ten minutes. It always took ten minutes and then he'd panic again. For weeks, it would only take ten minutes for him to spiral.

"I'm gonna try, Tae," I sighed, speaking through my radio to the overexcited boy. Jimin had the idea, that morning, that he wanted to see Hobi after weeks of missing him - Tae ran with this and set it up so we were then expected to join them all for lunch, in the canteen. "Please, don't wait up, though. This is a lot of pressure."

"He's ready, hyung," Tae replied, causing me to sigh before frowning over to the door of the adjoining bathroom. Jiminie had been in there for quite some time and, though he assured me he was fine, I couldn't help but worry. "I'm sure of it."

"It's not you that has to be sure, Taehyungah," I shook my head, more at the clattering coming from behind the closed door than the boy. "Jiminie needs to be the one to decide if he's ready. No one else can tell him that."

"Trust me, hyung," Taehyung seemed to be in an argumentative mood, which I was not going to get on well with today. "He's ready."

Instead of wasting my breath, I just threw the radio down, behind me on the bed, before running my hand down my face and sighing.

"Jiminah?" I called as the clattering got louder, frowning as there seemed to be a crash behind the door. "What's going on?"

"My legs are fucking useless!" Jiminie's voice bounced back, sounding totally frustrated, causing me to run over to the tiny bathroom. "T's what's going on!"

Giving a quick knock on the door, I just shook my head and decided not to wait for an answer.

"I'm opening the door, babe."

With a gentle shove, I opened the door, clicking my tongue when I saw Jimin sitting in the corner, next to the side sink, with hot tears forming in his eyes but not falling.

"Jagi... Want some help up?" I asked sympathetically, holding my hands out to him.

He pouted up at me, his brows knitted together and I could tell he was angry with himself, but there was nothing that could be down about it. His legs were still weak, they were going to be for quite a while. Woosung told me that, due to the severity of his back injury not to mention what happened after, with all the invasive treatment Woosung had to provide to fix the internal damage of the bullet, Jiminie could be looking at months before he was fully recovered. All he could do was keep working on it.

"Come on, darling," I sighed, carefully lifting him from the floor. He grumbled under his breath but, nonetheless, allowed me to help him out of the little room and sit him down on the bed. "You've just gotta give it time, jagi. Don't make yourself feel bad about this. Did you hurt yourself?"

"Uh-uh," He shook his head as I crouched in front of him, taking his little hands in mine with a smile. With a light scoff, I reached up to stroke his cheek, my smile widening.

"Hey, you've shaved," I chuckled, ever so slightly pinching his soft cheek, causing him to slap my hand away with a giggle as he blushed. "Shame, I was starting to like the stubble. Next though, is that hair. It's getting way too long... Jiminie?"

I reached up again to cup his cheek when I saw his eyes gloss over, glad the little seizure didn't last too long, nor did it seem to shake him too much.

"Yoonie?" He mumbled as he blinked away the fuzziness, smiling at me lightly though I could see a glint of cheekiness blend in with his warm eyes.

"Hmm?"

"You need to put some clothes on," He chuckled, reminding me I still hadn't gotten dressed that morning, that I was crouching in front of him in my boxers. "You're sending my brain haywire."

"Oh, is that what the problem is? Is it me?" I laughed, raising an eyebrow at him as he smirked and nodded. "Damn, I guess I should get dressed then."

"Yes," Jiminie nodded, playfully kicking me back with his foot. "Yes, you should."

"You can still fucking kick, I see," I just laughed, giving his foot a light smack before pushing myself up from the floor and grabbing my jeans off the set of drawers I had thrown them on, the night before. Pulling them on, I kept a subtle on Jiminie as he pushed himself back up, stumbling over to where his backpack was, grabbing it before sitting back down.

"And don't you forget it," He half chuckled as he rummaged through his bag, though I didn't ask what he was looking for.

"Well, are you ready to go to the canteen?" I asked, trying not to leave the question too open-ended but also trying not to put too much pressure on his answer. "Tae and everyone's waiting, but they can stay waiting if you need some time."

"Sure," He mumbled, his voice quiet and almost shy, clearly not paying too much attention to what I had said. Probably on purpose, thinking about it. "In a minute."

I just nodded, not pressing as I grabbed a shirt and threw it over my head, collecting up my things so I could at least go and get some food.

"Um... Yoonie?" He called me as I went to grab my radio, making me pause as he threw his bag back on the floor. "Wait up, jagi."

"What's up?" I asked though, I was sure I knew what was coming when I saw him fiddling nervously with something. I told Tae he wasn't ready to go to the canteen, now I was sure he was about to tell me. "You okay?"

"Yeah," He shrugged, his voice only falling quieter as I crouched in front of him again, brushing his long hair behind his ear. "I just..."

"Jagi, you know if you don't want to go, you don't have to," I sighed, giving him a soft smile when I finally caught his eye. "I'll just run down, grab some lunch and bring it back if that makes you more comfortable."

"No, it's not that," Jiminie shook his head, closing his hand over whatever it was he was holding. It looked like a little black box but I paid no mind, more worried about how shaky he was getting again, thinking maybe the fall had scared him a little more than he let on. "I just... Uh... I just wanted to ask you something, that's all. I've been meaning to ask for a while but... I just..."

"Well, what is it?" I scoffed lightly, smiling up at him. He looked back down at me, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips sitting in an 'o' and I couldn't help but think just how beautiful he was. Just how damn pretty my boyfriend was.

My Jiminie was sat in front of me swaying his legs slightly to keep them moving, giving me the shyest of smiles with his fluffy hair framing his face, and my heart just melted.

"I, um, I was wondering..." He floundered for a second, but shook his head and grabbed my wrist. I frowned slightly as he placed the box in my hand, closing my fingers around it before letting my hand go.

"What's this?" I asked curiously, but he just nodded, gesturing for me to open it. "Jiminah...?"

Upon request, I flipped the little box open and was suddenly hit with flashes of memories, one of which I never wanted to see again.

I went to Jimin and shook his shoulder to get his attention, but he harshly shook me off, seeming to be searching for something. He was frantically throwing things everywhere but he was just making a mess and we were running out of time.

"I need to find it!" He screamed at me, still rummaging through all our belongings. "I need to!"

"We need to leave!" I said, gripping his thin wrist in my hand, firmly but not so I was hurting him. I scanned the mess around the room, looking for his backpack. Once I saw it, I swung it over my shoulder and turned back to Jimin. I could hear Namjoon shouting again and knew this was getting ridiculous.

"Come on!" I begged my boyfriend but he kept fighting against me. I had no idea what was going on or what he was looking for, I just knew I needed to get him to the car. "Please, baby, we need to leave!"

"No!" Jimin screamed, trying to yank his wrist away from me, causing me to tighten my grip. I was scared I was hurting him by squeezing his delicate wrist so tight, but I was more scared of what would happen if I let go. "We can't, I need to find it!"

I took in a shaky breath, hearing the group grow tenser. It was clear Jimin was scared, his fragile state of mind was shattered by the stress of the situation. Whatever he was looking for was important to him, and in his terrified state, he must have felt he need whatever it was to be safe.

I knew he was most likely going to hate me for it but I gripped his wrist even tighter and stood up.

"I'm sorry," I said, sincerely, as I wrapped my other arm around his waist and practically picked him up, carrying him out of the room. "I'm sorry, baby!"

"No!" He screamed, hitting against my hand to get me to let him go, but I didn't. He kicked, hit and fought against me, but I still didn't. I couldn't! "I need it! Let me go!"

"I just didn't want to leave without it." Jiminie sniffled, shaking his head as if his words didn't even make sense to him. I frowned softly at him, still not understanding what was going on.

"What was it, baby?" I asked, tilting my head, hoping he'd answer me. Even though I was desperate to know what he had lost, what was so important to him, I couldn't help but feel there was something more to it.

"It was a locket," He said, looking at me with glossy eyes, his voice small and sheepish. "For you."

"For me?" I asked with a small, confused, smile, silently urging him to keep talking. It was good to finally hear my baby talk, I missed his voice. He just gave a small nod. "How come?"

"It was a necklace for you," He shrugged, looking back down. "It had a piano locket on it. I found it a week ago when we searched that house, remember?"

I nodded, softly smiling at the memories of playing the piano. It used to be my favourite pastime, no matter what mood I was in. I truly missed music, with all my heart.

"I was hiding it," Jimin continued as I watched him, lovingly. His voice was a little bit brighter now, but I could still hear the shake behind it. "And was going to save it for your birthday, in a few months."

"My... My b-bag..." Jiminie whimpered, turning his head to the side, or simply letting his neck give in and stop holding him up.

"Leave it, Jimin," Hyung said, causing me to frown at him in worry, confused as I had no idea what was going on still. "It's not important, just leave it for now."

"What?" I asked, dropping my gaze back to my boy. "What is it, jagi?"

"For you..." He cried, though his voice was even weaker than it was, I knew he was coming close to letting go. I knew he was running out of energy and if Woosung didn't get there quickly, he was going to stop fighting. "Get it."

"I can't, baby," I shook my head sadly, biting my lip as his eyes flickered up at me. He looked let down as if I had refused to for the sake of it but I couldn't move. I had to stay where I was or he was going to bleed out, for sure. "I can't move, I need to stay here. Just tell me. Tell me what it is, honey."

"For... You..." Was the only response I got before his eyes shut again and I couldn't hold back the harsh sob that had been lingering in my throat.

"No, come on Chim," Hyung said, shaking Jiminie, causing him to gasp at the movement but he did open his eyes, again. "Tell him, you need to tell him what it is, now. Come on."

Jiminie mumbled something, something I couldn't even begin to try to understand as his voice was too quiet, too soft, too slow.

"Jiminie, please, baby!" I sobbed, unable to control it now. "Stay awake. Just talk to me, beautiful. Please, I need you to try! I promised you, you'll be okay. Help me keep that promise, jagi!"

"I love..." Jimin's voice finally faded . No way, not now. Please!

"Jiminie..." I breathed, my eyes flooding as I stared at the beautiful piece of jewellery. The box held a long silver chair, each loop carefully intertwined. A gorgeous, shimmery piano shaped locket was fitted to it, encrusted with tiny, purple diamond-like crystals that just seemed to glisten.

"Min Yoongissi," His smooth, melodic voice rang like a bell, breaking me out of my trance and tearing my gaze away from the necklace. "Will you marry me?"

The words bounced around my head like an echo, going and coming back around again, making me wonder if I had actually heard those words leave my baby's mouth.

"Jiminie..." I whispered, letting my eyes fall down to the necklace in my hands, so lost in that moment to realise just how long I was taking to answer. "I..."

"You don't... You don't want to?" I heard, causing me to snap my eyes back up. Jiminie was pouting, but it was sad. There was pain in his eyes...

I took too long to answer.

"Of course, you don't," His words were sharp as he stood up, the tears falling from his eyes stealing my voice as all I could do was stand with my jaw agape. "Why would you? I wouldn't either, not now... Just forget I even..."

Grabbing his wrist as he tried to turn away from me, I put the box on the bed and pulled my boy close, holding his face in my hands and pressing my lips to his before he could even finish the crazy sentence he had started.

"Of course, I want to mother fucking marry you. You ridiculous, beautiful man," I scoffed when I broke away for a second, feeling breathless and yet, high on life at the same time, pulling him close and kissing him again before he could even think of arguing that fact. "Park Jiminah, of course, I will fucking marry you!"

"Really?" He blinked up at me, his bright chocolate eyes still watery, but with a small tug at the corners of his lips that made me grin and kiss him again.

"Really!" I chuckled, unable to hold it back as a joyous warmth filled my entire body, only getting warmer and warmer the longer I held my boy in my arms. "Really, really, really! My precious Jiminie, of course!"

"Really?" Jiminie squeaked, throwing his arms around my neck as I kissed him once again, not able to stop. It seemed to be the only word he knew and the adorable bashfulness that fell over him just made my heart feel like it was about to burst.

"I was going to ask you, myself, baby," I sighed, my cheeks hurting from grinning as I rested my forehead against his, happy to see his tears had disappeared again. "I just wanted you to be better when I did. I wanted you to be happy."

"I'm happy, now," Jiminie giggled, his fingers tickling my neck as he tangled them in my hair. "I'm really happy, now!"

"Well," I smirked, wrapping my arms around his waist as gently as I could. I was elated, ecstatic but I was still going to be cautious. No way was I going to hurt this angel. Not now. Not ever. "Will you marry me, Park Jiminssi?"

"I think that depends..." Jiminie giggled again only with a cheeky tone, making my smirk grow wider.

"I'm sorry?" I scoffed, raising an eyebrow at him as his little, musical laugh continued to surround me like a bubble. "On what?"

"On whether or not you like the necklace," He said, nodding to the little box on the bed, tugging at my heart even more. "Because I don't have any rings."

"I don't need a ring to know how much I love you, jagi," I chuckled lightly, letting him go only a little to reach and grab the box, placing it in his hand. "But this is fucking beautiful, just like you, so I will wear it till the day I die."

"There's one thing," Jiminie said as he took the chain and placed it around my neck for me, clasping it in place as I admired the locket. Looking up with a raised eyebrow, I told him to go on. "I made Hobi hyung a promise..."

Walking to the canteen, I couldn't take my eyes off of my... Fiance!

It was a slow walk, Jiminie decided he wanted to walk, though after his fall, I did suggest using the wheelchair. The suggestion however, seemed to reel him back from his excitement a bit but, when I suggested to carry him bridal style, he couldn't stop giggling all the way there.

No. We walked and finally reached the doors of the canteen, where I held my arm around his waist and gave him a reassuring smile, telling him just how fucking proud of him I was. This was the furthest he had come and, to be honest, I never thought he would step foot in the canteen, due to how crowded it always seemed to be.

"Are you okay, baby?" I asked, pausing before the doors just so he could have a moment to breathe. We hadn't had a warning call or anything but there was still a chance of anyone being in that hall, including Hyungsik.

"Umm-hmm," Jiminie gave a very small nod against my shoulder, burying his face in my neck for a second. I just sighed, giving him a tight cuddle and kissing the side of his repeatedly until he felt calm enough to move away again. "Okay... Yeah."

"Good," I smiled, letting him move back but keeping him close, just in case his legs gave in again. "Because I need to go and show off my fiance."

"What has gotten into everyone, today?" Namjoon scoffed as we walked up, moving up the bench of their table to make room for us. "Everyone seems so positive!"

"It's just a good day, Joonie," I chuckled, flashing him a bright smile as Jimin took a seat next to Hobi, eagerly. Holding my hands on my boy's shoulders, I just leant down and kissed the top of his head. "It's just a good day."

"Yes, it is," Jiminie beamed up at me and the small agreement only made me prouder. I just grinned and kissed him again, literally unable to stop, before looking back at the table.

"Now," I sighed, grabbing one of the spare plates when I saw the table was full of a fatty meat spread and knew he wasn't about to touch any of it, therefore needed something else otherwise he wouldn't even think about eating. "I'm gonna go get you something a bit lighter to eat, I'll be back in a moment."

I felt him grab my hand before it left his shoulder, holding me in place.

"You're safe, darling," I whispered in his ear, pressing my lips to his temple. Hobi caught my eye, giving me a small nod and a warm smile as he placed his hand over Jiminie's. "Stay with Hoseokie, I'll only be a minute."

"Hey, Yoongissi," I was greeted at the food counter, Minho taking a moment from talking to whatever Chef was working to give me a wave. "Whatcha want?"

"Just..." I frowned stopping for a moment, realising I actually had no idea how this place worked. Tae and Joon did canteen runs for me when I was stuck, staying upstairs with Jiminie. "Um, I don't know."

"Okay," He chuckled slowly, raising an eyebrow as he leaned against the counter. "What would you like?"

"Some drinks, water," I shrugged, suddenly feeling very awkward standing there, even my voice coming out strained. "And just something plain, I guess. It's for Jimin, he's not a fan of strong flavours, at the moment. He's not a fan of much of anything, at the moment."

"Just rice okay?" The chef called from his station, catching me off guard but I nodded, smiling my thanks to him as he got to work.

"How is Jimin?" Minho asked, bring my attention back as he handed me two bottles of water. "He down he today?"

"Yeah," I nodded, a small proud smile returning to my lips. "Yeah, he is. It took some convincing but... He's strong."

"Good, I'm glad to hear," Minho smiled, a genuine smile that stopped me from feeling so awkward. The chef rang a bell and he turned, grabbing the steaming, overloaded bowl of hot rice before handing it back to me. "Well, I'll give you a warning now. Hyungsik usually comes around here in the next few hours, just so you have the heads up. If there's any trouble, just come and grab me. I'm not against putting that jerk on his arse."

"Thank you, Minhossi," I nodded as I grabbed the bowl and bottles, gratefully for the information and support, making a mental note to get Jiminie back to our room before there was even a chance of that man getting near him. "I appreciate it."

I was surprised by myself as I walked back to our table, catching myself off guard with how my eyes darted around, inspecting every face in the room that I possibly could. I didn't expect my palms to become sweaty, or my throat to dry up like a fucking desert, but it did.

My heart picked up and did not settle until I had placed everything down on the table and sat down, returning my arm around Jiminie's waist to remind myself that he was okay. That he was still by my side, smiling, talking... Breathing.

"So, what did you say?" Jin hyung asked me as soon as my arse hit the bench, making me jump with how urgent the question sounded. That's when I realised my brothers were all staring at me with wide, curious eyes while Jiminie giggled into his hands.

With a smirk, I took Jiminie's hand in mine, kissing the back of it before raising an eybrow at him. He had told them, or at least started to and his grin proved it. He just giggled more, his eyes shining bright again, almost like they used to.

"Oh my God!" Tae exclaimed, his voice loud and whiny as he pouted. "Just fricking tell us! I'm dying here!"

"Should we tell them?" I whispered to Jimin, who blushed and let his melodic laugh ring once again. I would never get enough of hearing him laugh, it was such a beautiful sound. "...Or let them suffer?"

Jiminie grinned at home before bobbing his head up and down, his hair bouncing with the movement.

"Well, after hours of begging and begging and begging..." I joked and Jiminie smacked my chest, playfully, causing me to laugh out loud. "Fine! ...I said yes."

In no more than a second, the guys broke out into celebatory cheers, clapping and whooping. I could feel all eyes in that canteenfall on us, criticising us, judging but I couldn't give a fuck. Not when my Jiminie was beaming so bright, he could have been the fucking sun!

"And..." I laughed, waving my hands to make them all shut up for a second, letting my gaze fall on Hope. "I know Jiminie made a certain promise but... Hobi?"

"Hmm?" He smiled back, a giddy type of smile I had missed seeing from him.

"I was kinda hoping you'd be my best man, instead," I said with a little shrug, but Hobi's grin spread from ear to ear. "If you want, of course. I don't really know what that means in this world but... It... It would just mean a lot to me, that's all."

"Hyung, I..." Hobi nodded, his words coming out not quite as well as he wanted but his speech was so much better than it had been. "I'd love that! It would be an... That would be g-great!"

"Thanks, Hobi," I smiled, subconsciously hugging Jiminie closer to my side, though in my mind I thought about hugging him instead. "That means a lot."

"Don't worry, Chim," Taehyungah spoke, seemingly catching everyone's attention with the random statement. "I know you meant to ask,"

"What the hell are you going on about?" Jiminie asked and the quizzical frown, he shot at his best friend, was highly amusing.

"I said dpn't worry," Tae shrugged, leaning back on the bench, having to be caught by Jungkook before he fell backwards onto the floor. I couldn't stop laughing, and neither could the others, but he just shook his head and continued as if nothing happened. "It's all good, Chim. I'm not offended but, of course - I will be your maid of honour!"

"Maid of honour?" Namjoon snorted, shaking his head but Tae nodded his head adamantly. "Really?"

"That implies that Jimin hyung is the wife," Jungkook commented, causing me to choke on a sudden laugh as Jimin laid his head down on the table, hiding the way he was now blushing. "Hyung... Are you gonna wear a dress?"

"Wha-" Jimin started, looking truly mortified, though I honestly wouldn't have cared if he did. It would have been cute!

"No, I will be wearing the dress!" Taehyung declared, bringing another roar of laughter around the table. "Chim can stay in his sweats and long sleeves, but I will be the one looking fabulous. Thank you!"

"Chim does look fabulous in sweats and long sleeves," I said, grabbing a plate and helping myself to the food they had laid out, ignoring the sharp nudge in the side that I got for the comment. 

"I love you, Yoonie," Jiminie said, making me smile at him as he pushed his rice around the bowl with his chopsticks. 

"I love you too, my precious, beautiful boy!"