The evening came quickly, it wasn't long until Jiminie had cried himself to a point of exhaustion, falling asleep curled up next to me before the sun had even set fully. 

We left the piano room when his painkillers kicked in fully, leaving him feeling rather unsteady as he hadn't eaten much. 

I hate to say it but I was glad he fell asleep so early, that meant I could as well. It meant that I was able to just calm down myself since I was forced to stay calm all day just for Jiminie. I found myself just laying there, trapped in my own mind as he slept in my arms, not sure of what to do with myself.

I missed my baby brother, I missed Taehyung so much and I just couldn't stop the train of thought my mind was running with. I couldn't stop thinking about just how scared the poor kid must have been. Whether he felt pain or not? Was it quick? God, our little Taehyungie! 

Somehow, I had cried myself to sleep that night as well, hopefully early as I had planned. Though, that said, I was still woken before the morning. 

The room was dark, kind of cold though not uncomfortable, I guess. What was uncomfortable was the irritating fidgeting I felt against me as I woke more. 

"Jiminie, sleep, honey," I mumbled as my boy grew more restless, shuffling around before settling again. 

I knew it wasn't going to be an easy night, I knew he wouldn't have been able to rest peacefully but I wasn't expecting things to go the way they did.

"Jimin!" I found myself exclaiming as I was kicked out of my sleepy daze, quite literally, as I almost fell out of bed.

Though, once I let myself calm down, I quickly turned to Jiminie only to find him seizing. His head pushed into his pillow as his body strained, arms crossed over his chest, jerking slightly.

"Oh, baby," I sighed, quickly rolling him onto his side as drool started to slip down from his lips. He took in short gasps in the new position, soaking his pillow as his mouth cleared, but at least I knew he was breathing. 

"You're okay, jagi," I whispered, just waiting for him to calm down, gently playing with his hair. It wasn't bad, nowhere near as bad as other seizures he's had in the past, and he was calming rather quickly. "It's alright, just relax. I'm here." 

It only really took him a couple of minutes longer before his body eased, his breathing calming back down to a calm pace. I just kept a small smile going, making sure he knew he was safe and not alone as his pretty eyes darted around the room. He was still a little dazed but just seemed more sleepy than anything, now. 

"Hey, there," I sighed, keeping my fingers carding through his hair. Honestly, I was taken aback when Jiminie rolled into my side, hiding his against my chest. I just wrapped my arms around him, glad he wanted comfort now since he hadn't all day. "You okay, babe?"

Idiot! I mentally kicked myself. What a stupid question to ask while he was just coming through the postictal stage of a seizure. Whatever he said now, it wasn't going to be that he was okay, that's for sure.

"C-could you get Tae for me?" Jiminie actually answered. At first, I let myself be shocked at actually getting a reply to my dumbarse question, before feeling myself freeze as I realised what that reply was. 

My heart lept into my throat, almost causing me to choke as Jimin looked up at me with expecting eyes. This was the worst... Not watching him suffer through the seizures, not having to wait or being helpless... It was that look he gave you, sometimes, when he came back around.

The look where his eyes shined but there was nothing behind them. You knew that he couldn't remember anything, all his memories had been jumbled up and thrown about, but he was trusting you with all his heart to help him put them back together. 

But how could I answer him? How could I tell him again that Tae couldn't come back? That I couldn't get his best friend for him because he was... Dead?

"J-just try and go back to sleep, babe," I whispered, nodding slightly, though I think it was more to reassure myself I chose the right thing to say. "It's getting late, just settle and I'll fetch a clean pillow, okay?"

"But I... I..." Jiminie started to whimper, making my chest hurt. As awful as it sounds, as horrible as it made me, I was hoping he was too confused and had forgotten what he had asked. But he hadn't. "Yoonie, I want to see Tae." 

"You need to rest, baby," I sighed, biting back my tears as I pulled him into my arms, moving the wet pillow off the bed. I'd just hold him for the rest of the night, so the pillow didn't matter. 

"Yoonie!" He cried, hurting my ears with how shrill his voice was. I just couldn't say anything though. The first time was hard enough, I wouldn't say it again. I wouldn't put him through that same pain twice, not when I knew after sleeping, he'd remember anyway.

"Jimin, just settle down," I felt my eyes watering and I prayed he would just give in, hoping he was too tired. "There's... You don't need... It's not good to get yourself worked up. Please just sleep and we'll talk in the morning." 

"But... but..." Jimin shook his head and I could feel his tears soaking my shirt, causing me to hold him tighter. "But I... Tae, I want..."

"I know, baby, I know," I let out a cry of my own, breaking at his words. "I know you want Tae. God, I do too, but... Jiminie, it's just late, baby. You just need to sleep."

"No," Jiminie shook his head, causing me to groan in... I don't know, frustration? Whatever it was, it only grew when he pushed away from me and tried to sit up. 

"Jiminie, where are you going?" I sighed, holding his arm to stop him from clambering out of the bed.

"To find Tae," He whimpered, fighting my grasp to get up, causing my tears to slip free. 

"You can't, baby," I shook my head, having to sit up as well. "Just lay back down. Everything will be alright, just lay back... Jiminie, Jimin. Stop, baby."

I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes as he continued to push me away. Somewhere, he had found some strength but it didn't get very far as he went to stand, only to crumble back down on the floor, with a thump.

Rushing around to his side, I gently pulled him back up as he broke down into tears again, for different reasons.

"I told you to stay put," I said, not expecting myself to sound so annoyed, and I saw that my tone hurt him. "Now, get back into bed, babe. Don't be stupid, you're gonna hurt yourself." 

"'m not stupid," He whined, causing me to close my eyes and mentally curse myself.  "Don't say 'm stupid... 'm not."

"I didn't mean it that way, baby," I shook my head with a sigh, gently pushing him back down on the bed, cuddling him simply to keep him there. "I didn't say you're stupid, I said what you're doing is stupid. There's a difference. I know you're not stupid... Now, please let yourself calm down." 

"I don't want to," Jiminie mumbled, though this time, he huddle up closer to me and let me hold him. Relief washed through me when his voice became sleepy again. "I want to see Tae."

"Just close your eyes, baby," I sighed, playing with his hair as his shoulders slumped. "Relax, go to sleep, now... I love you."

I had to leave Jiminie the next morning, being tired and emotionally drained. As I had thought, he remembered everything in the morning and went back to refusing to engage. As much as I knew I should have stayed and comforted him, I just couldn't. I was just too tired!

So, instead of staying by my boyfriend's side, I had selfishly drug myself down to Hobi's room, where I had been for a good few hours. He still hadn't woken up, yet and we were getting more and more worried.

I felt awful about not coming to see Hobi more often, checking on him or being more desperate for updates. I had just been so busy looking after Jiminie, that I hadn't had time!

"He's a lot more stable than when you first arrived," Woosung said as he checked Hobi's vitals, under the hopeful eyes of Namjoon, Jin hyung and myself. "I think he may be working up the strength to wake up soon." 

"I hope so," Joon sighed, shaking his head in his hands.

"He will, Joonie," Jin hyung said in the brightest voice he could muster, though I knew he was only trying to make us feel a bit more optimistic. 

"You know what Hobi's like," I said, pushing myself up from the armchair I was slouched in, deciding I should get back to Jiminie soon. I was putting it off but knew I was pushing it. "He's just waiting long enough to be dramatic."

My brothers chuckled lightly, but I knew it was forced. As much as we wanted, needed, Hobi to wake up - we were dreading it as well. His waking up meant we'd have to tell him about Tae... 

How were we meant to do that? The man spends nearly a week in a coma and finally wakes, just to find his second youngest dongsaeng's not... Isn't here anymore.

"Hey," A calm voice came from the door behind me, the tone making me fall back in my chair, giving up once again on the idea of going back to my boyfriend. "How is everything?" 

"Hi, Choi," Woosungssi addressed the voice as I realised, without turning, it was Minho who had just walked into the room. 

"I won't stay," Minho said, now sounding slightly awkward, though I still made no effort to see why just keeping my eyes on my sleeping brother. "I was just gonna let you know that I'm gonna take Kook for a walk, around the fence. Thought it might help keep him calm and away from people for a while. Is that cool?"

"Yeah," Jin hyung spoke, his voice sounding rather flat as he kept his eyes on Hobi, occasionally giving his hand a squeeze in hopes of getting a reaction, letting out a long exhale each time he didn't get one.

"Just keep 'im out of trouble," I sighed, adding to hyung's bleak answer, slouching a bit more in my chair even though I knew I should have left by now. Jiminie was alone, and he shouldn't have been alone.

Minho just nodded, excusing himself quietly before closing the door behind him. I just let my shoulders fall with a deep breath, rubbing my eyes to stop myself from falling asleep, before deciding it may have been best to follow him out.

"You going now?" Hyung asked, looking over at me with half of a warm smile.

"Yeah," I sighed again, rubbing the back of my neck, feeling the strain in it. "I gotta get back to Chim. After last night, it's not fair leaving him on his own for this long."

"You do know he's an adult, right?" Hyung asked causing me to let out a sharp scoff before I could even stop myself. "I'm sure he can cope by himself for a while." 

"Yeah, well..." I shrugged, rolling out my shoulders a little. The thought of Jimin and the way he clung onto me last night, after he finally managed calm down, made me wonder if he'd ever cope by himself. "Try telling me that again after he starts pouting and clutches onto you like a teddy."

"We don't call him Minie for nothing, hyung," Namjoon chuckled, leading me to nod slightly. 

"And I'm sure he'll hate you both if he heard you, right now," Hyung shook his head, before squeezing Hobi's hand again, looking sad as no response came. 

Hobi was looking better, without a doubt. His skin was no longer a sickly pale colour, his cheeks finally pinking back up again. If no one knew any better, they would've thought he was just sleeping, but the truth hurt a lot more than that.

"I'm sure I can live with that," Namjoon laughed again but this time, I shook my head.

"Well, I can't," I disagreed as I stood up finally, not being able to cope with it if Jiminie felt let down. The thought of him hating me made a lump rise in my throat. "So, if you'll excuse me..."

"Hyung?" 

"Hmm," I turned back just before I was about to open the door, raising an eyebrow at Namjoon, waiting for him to continue but his expression turned sour. 

"What did happen last night?" He asked, concern thick in his voice and Hyun turned as if to back up his question, causing me to sigh and shae my head again.

"He woke late in the night and wanted Tae," I said, the night flashing in my mind clearly though I chose against details. "Forgot what happened, I guess. I don't know. He got himself worked up though." 

Hyung sighed but stayed quiet, clearly not having anything to say but Namjoon shook his head, dropping his gaze to his feet.

"What is it, Joonie?" Hyung asked, noticing the leader's internal struggle. 

"It's just..." Namjoon ran his hand down his face. "Something Felix told me, yesterday." 

"What's that?" I asked, turning back and folding my arms over my chest. 

"It's..." Namjoon paused, though I don't know what for since I was making more than obvious now that I was in a hurry. "Hyung, I'm pretty sure Hyungsiik lied to us, at least about what went down." 

"What do you mean?" A voice came from behind me, causing me jump probably a mile back into the room. I knew it was Dawon, I recognised that much instantly; I just wasn't expecting her to be right behind me. 

"Hey, Dawonssi," Namjoon was quick to greet her, though I decided to keep quiet and Hyung seemed to do the same. 

"It's Noona, Namjoon," Dawon said as she walked into the room, taking a seat on the edge of our brother's bed. "I've  told you before." 

"Not before Hobi wakes," Joon said and I nodded in agreement. There was no way we were going to take that away from Hobi, he needed to be the first to address his sister that way, not us.

"Explain, what you meant by Hyungsik lying," The woman said, brushing off Joon's words with a shrug as sheran her fingers through Hobi's hair. Watching her made my heart clench, a suddenly loneliness hitting me as I realised I was actually missing my boyfriend. "I've known that man for a fairly long time, Namjoon, and I haven't heard a single word come from his mouth that wasn't the truth. He's a trustworthy man, to say the least, so what is it you think he lied about?"

"I don't think he was being honest about what happened between him and Taehyung," Namjoon said, a sudden firmness to his voice that I noticed matched the woman's expression, though perhaps her's was colder. "I don't... I don't think Tae's gone."

"For real?" The words fell from my lips before they entered my mind, the scene in front of me bigger as I felt my eyes widen. "Are you being serious?"  

"If they got separated," Namjoon turned to me, raising an eyebrow as spite started to line his voice. "Then how did the bastard bring his backpack back?"

Something shot through me and, in a split second, my entire body went from feeling cold and numb to warm and somewhat tingling with anticipation. 

"Mind your language when speaking about my men, Namjoon," Dawon spoke before I had a chance to process in my mind the chance of my brother being alive, still. "I don't want you acting on this theory until I have asked Hyungsik myself." 

"If Taehyung is outside these walls, by himself..." Hyung took the words out of my mouth, only turning them politer than I could ever think myself capable of. 

"You do not act until I have spoken to him," Dawon cut him off, causing a bolt of annoyance to fire through me when I caught the dirty look she was sending Jin hyung. "He went through a lot of hardship before you guys got here, so I will talk to him before anything else. The chances of Taehyung being alive, even if Hyungskik left him... Are not high, you know that. A kid like him doesn't have the strength..."

"Watch it," I snapped, my teeth gritting to a breaking point as I glared the woman down. "You have no idea how strong he is, you wouldn't believe it. You don't know us."

"But I do, Yoongi," She scoffed, causing my fingers to curl into fists. 

"No. You don't," I shook my head, having to bite my tongue as I saw Hyung's warning gaze in the corner of my eye, deciding to just leave and run with this new information. "I need to talk to Jimin."

"Don't give him false hope, Yoongs," I heard hyung sigh just as I was about to leave the room, making me pause again. "The last thing he needs is to be let down so horribly."

"He's holding onto nothing, hyung," I said, trying to make my voice louder than a whisper but failing. "He needs something, a little bit of hope to grip onto, otherwise I'll lose him... I can't lose him." 

If there was any chance; the slightest, little chance that Tae was still out there... Jimin needed to know. He needed that bit of hope and I wasn't about to deprive him of that.

Heading down the halls, taking each memorised turn, I found a new spring in my step, an exciting nervousness filling me... Until I noticed the door was already open, to my room. 

There was no way Jimin had gotten up, left the room, went for a walk. My baby couldn't walk, he had given up trying, and grief had taken away that motivation... So why was the door open?

"Jiminie?" I called, reaching the door quickly as I could. "Babe, I have some good..."

The oxygen ceased to exist in the air around me, my lungs clamping up so tight it was painful as my eyes scanned the room, falling to the corner... Where Jiminie was huddled into a ball, sobbing as he held his arms around himself. 

He was too far away to have fallen out of bed, the way he was sitting meant he hadn't tripped... Someone had pushed him! 

"Jagiya?" I asked, guilt hitting me so hard and shoving me forwards in my boy's direction, nothing but fear running through me. "What happened? What's wr-"

"H-hyung... N-no!" Jiminie cried, holding his hand up to stop me from getting any closer. His voice was so shakey, quiet, pained... "S-st-top!"

"What? Why?" I asked, shocked at being called hyung again. He hadn't called me that in so long that it actually struck, even more, worry in me. 

Jiminie shook his head, whimpering as his hand dropped back down to hold himself again and, when I saw the pain on his face, I immediately moved back over to him.

"Jimin, what's going on?" I asked, panic creasing my forehead as I knelt down beside him, seeing how sweaty he was. Maybe... Just maybe he did walk. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

I got no response. He was completely silent as his mouth fell open, slightly, clearly trying to suck in some air but his breathing was so shallow!

"Jimin, answer me!" I begged, cupping his tear-stained cheek in my hand but gasped when I felt how clammy his snow-pale skin was. "What's happened, baby? Talk to me!"

Again, Jiminie stayed silent, staring through me, though... After a moment, I realised he wasn't looking at me, or through me, or even in my direction. His wide, watery eyes were trained behind me.

Before I could turn, he stopped me by reaching his hand up to cover mine... And that's when... 

My throat closed completely, seeing the boy's hand was red. Spreading blood over mine... 

"I suggest you shut up, Min," A sickeningly easy-to-recognise voice came from behind me, sounding distant and echoey but I knew who it was. The door kicked shut and there was some sort of click but I couldn't bring myself to inhale. "Then I may consider getting help. Though... I wouldn't count on it."

"Hyungsik..." I whispered, facing the man directly, not sure why I was at all surprised, to be honest... Though, it could have been the gun pointed at my head that was throwing me off.

Namjoon had said he thought this guy left Taehyung for dead... And now here we were? I wasn't surprised. I was shell-shocked.

"I said... Shut up," Hyungsik sneered, his sinister tone making my stomach churn and he kneeled down and stared at me.

"What are you planning, here?" I pushed, gritting my teeth. I could feel Jiminie's hand still hovering over mine, hear his every whimper and knew I needed to get him help for however he was hurt. "You gonna kill us and just leave? Get away with it? Take the others out as well, then go running back to Dawon, thinking she'll forgive you with open arms?"

"It's not what I want," The man shrugged, tilting his gun at the same time, but I didn't let it phase me. I didn't have time to be scared, I didn't even know just how badly Jimini was hurt but I knew he was. "But if you don't shut your cocky, little mouth... I will."

"You left Tae," I couldn't hold the words back, the gun was doing nothing to keep me quiet. I was angry, no... I was going to kill this guy! "You just left him for dead. Didn't you? Admit it!"

"What did I just say?" Hyunggsik spat and I felt the words literally splash on my face but, as his gun cocked, I just shook my head and turned back to my baby, who fell into my arms with a cry.

"What have you done?" My words fell out in a stutter as Jiminie slouched, limply. I moved my fingertips to his wrist, scared to do so and had my fears confirmed when I felt his weak pulse. "You bastard! What have you done?!"

"Just made sure he'd stay quiet until you arrived," The man muttered and I could taste the bile in my throat, rising with the guilt that was taking over. "You really shouldn't have been that long. I didn't want it to come to this."

"Yoon..." Jiminie whimpered as his eyes began to flutter. His skin was becoming cold as I pulled him to my chest.

"Let me see, baby," I whispered, ignoring the gun being resed to my head as I gently tried to pull Jiminie's arms away from his torso. "Let me see. It's okay, does it hurt...?"

As I managed to uncurl him, pulling away his jacket I thought I was going to be sick, for real.

"No, no, no!" Tears filled over as my eyes trained on how my boy's shirt was drenched in blood. It didn't take a second for me to realise the bastard had shot him... That he was bleeding out. That my baby was dying. "Baby, stay with me! Go get Woosung!"

Hyungsik must have ignored me as there was no movement behind me. I carefully held my boy with one arm, pressing down on his stomach as hard as I could but I felt terrible as he screamed out.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I couldn't hold my tears back though I was trying to comfortingly smile down at Jiminie, whose dimming eyes were filled with pure and utter dread. He was so pale, cold, limp... I had minutes to do something, anything... Anything at all to stop him from bleeding out in my arms. "Did you hear me, you fucker? Get Woosung, now!"

"Not going to happen until you listen to me, Min," The man snickered, I could hear the amusement in his voice. My boy was sobbing in pain, in my arms, close to... To... And he was laughing. "So, why don't you just hear me out for a bit?"

"Please, Hyungsik," I pleaded, gently laying Jiminie down on my lap, using both hands to try and stop the blood... There was so much, so, so, much blood! "I am begging you, get someone, please!"

I felt like my heart had been placed in a vice, every single one of my boy's cries was crushing it further and further, suffocating me... Killing me.

"You see, Yoongi. You just don't seem to understand it yet."

"Understand what?!" I screamed, my throat tearing with the question as my chest tightened even more.

I had never, in my life, experienced pain like that. A pain that I just had a feeling would linger for me forever, something I would never stop feeling... but I knew that my Jiminie was suffering more. That's what hurt, the fact that the most precious person on earth was running out of time and I couldn't do anything about it because this dickhead was messing around.

"That everything has just been handed to you guys," The man spoke but his words made my head spin, perplexing me, making everything ten times worse by simply not making sense. "I get that you, Pretty boy, Ringleader and the kid have been helping out around here. You and the kid have been doing little jobs in the armoury which is nice. The ringleader's been going on runs, fair enough, and pretty boy's doing his best in the kitchen...

We won't mention how useless Tae was here, though. He just thought this was a social club and... Well... As for this one. Well, he just got everything for free, hasn't he?"

"Hyungsik, just get Woosung!" I begged, shaking my head to try and make the tears fall from my eyes, to clear the image of my boyfriend in front of me. There was no time for him to be jealous, not when Jimin was staring up at me with narrowed, dim eyes.

His eyes used to shine so brightly but... Never as well after this moment, it was like the spark behind them had been extinguished forever. Now all they were doing was silently screaming for help as he lost the ability to cry. His full, pink, beautiful lips were trembling, absent of all colour, just like his cheeks. His soft, soft cheeks... And I could see the love of my life slipping further away from me with every second passing.

"Please!" I cried when it was becoming agonisingly obvious Hyungsik wasn't going anywhere. "He's dying, Hyungsik! Just get help!"

"Did you know..." Hyungsik started to ramble as if nothing was happening and I swear I could have killed him on the spot. "When I first met Dawon, she took me in. My little sister was with me, ill. Very ill..."

He went on and on but I couldn't have cared less about what he was saying. I didn't care about his sister, I needed to keep my baby awake.

"Jiminie," I whispered, still smiling down at my boy but my tears were slipping still, though his had stopped a while ago. He had no strength left, I was losing him. "Stay awake baby, keep your eyes open. Come on, keep looking at me, my love. Stay with me, jagi. Please!"

Suddenly, my head jerked forwards, the gun being shoved against my temple but it was still the least of my worries.

"Do you know what I got in return?" Hyungsik continued on and I felt like yelling, if I didn't have to try to save my Jiminie with my own two hands, I would have beaten the shit out of him by now. "I got nothing! Everything I did, Dawon decided she couldn't help my sister..."

"Come on, my beautiful boy," I sobbed quietly as the man went on, my heart stopping every time Jimin's eyes fell shut, scared that was the last time I would ever see him awake... But, still, he kept flickering them open, fighting to hold. "That's it jagi, stay with me. Stay strong, just hold on."

"So, Yoongi. Do you understand now?" Hyungsik asked and I felt the barrel of the gun move away, though his cold stare was burrowing through me, causing me to squirm on the spot. "Answer me and I'll get someone. Make sure it's the right answer though."

"Please," I shook my head, slowly realising maybe I should have listened to what he was saying, now that it seemed my baby was relying on my response. "Please, just help! Please..."

"I had to work my arse off for absolutely nothing. You guys got it all handed to you for free. Okay, as I said, some of you guys worked for it... Fair enough." Hyungsik shouted, making me jump but I managed to keep my hands still, making sure not to hurt Jiminie any more than I knew I already was. "But then you get bastards like him who think they can get everything served on a silver platter!"

"That is not fair!" I screamed, his words hitting too hard, being so far from the truth that I couldn't hold back the anger rising within me. Jiminie couldn't have worked for anything because the poor kid couldn't walk. It wasn't his fault! "I worked for him because he couldn't! That is not fair!"

"What's not fair is how he got everything! Food, water, a bed to sleep in and medication," Hyungsik shouted back, the volume in his voice matching mine, making me flinch again. "The Goddamned medication... He fucking got it all!"

Those words...

Those words finally hit me and I realised I didn't have to listen, I knew what he meant. The hospital was full of painkillers, antibiotics... Though there was only one medication Jiminie was on that I knew was impossible to find nowadays.

"Your sister was epileptic, wasn't she?" I asked, not expecting my voice to sound so feeble. "It got bad, right? That's why she's not here now?"

I wanted to say I felt guilty, that I understood the fear of that happening, and that I would never have been able to cope if that had happened to Jiminie so I knew where he was coming from.

But no!

No, that almost did happen to my Jiminie. I had to sit there and watch him almost choke to death as his disability nearly killed him. Jimin had suffered so much since that night, more than he ever should have, so no! I was not going to sit there and empathise with this arsehole when he was putting him through even more pain.

"Dawon gave her nothing and yet, him, everything!" The man screamed and I felt like I had truly pushed my luck when he screamed. I thought that was it... Until my name was heard, being yelled in the hallway.

I jumped at the sound, not expecting it, wanting to jump up and call for help but by accidentally moving, I must have jarred Jiminie because I heard him sob again, breaking my heart once more as his small hand faintly gripped around my wrist.

"Baby?" I felt like a train had hit me when I noticed he wasn't breathing properly anymore. I couldn't hear him, I couldn't even feel his stomach rising anymore, each breath being too shallow to have any benefit. "I'm sorry, jagi! I'm sorry, shush, shush. It's okay, it's gonna be okay. Just open your eyes, baby. Please!"

Jiminie forced his eyes open and I could see how hard it was for him, the fresh tears proving that any effort of staying conscious was just too much now.

"That's it, honey," I whispered though, trying my best to give him a warm smile, choosing to ignore how my name was still being yelled in the hall. "Stay with me now. You're gonna be fine, I promise. I... I promise!"

All I wanted to do was hug him close, stroke my fingers through his hair and comfort him but the blood... The fucking blood was still flowing in between my fingers and his skin was starting to look grey. And there was still nothing I could do!

I jumped again, hearing the door behind me slam open but my jaw dropped and I couldn't bring myself to turn around when I heard the muffled pop of the gun, however behind me falling to their knees... But something in my mind told me I already knew who it was.

"What... Is... Wrong with you...?" I heard my hyung's voice, strained as he coughed...

"Shut it!" Hyungsik's voice overpowered his, loud as he started pacing behind me. "Just shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

"Hyung..." I cried, finally flashing my gaze over to my brother, seeing he was injured as well now. I didn't know what to do, I felt trapped in the middle but I knew I couldn't move.

"Why are y-you doing... this?" Hyung's voice kept on, somewhat bringing an edge of relief to my frazzled thoughts. At least I wasn't alone, now. There was a chance... However slim it seemed to be.

"Hyung, he..." I whispered, clearing my throat before trying an approach I hadn't yet. Maybe, this would be how I got my Jiminie and my hyung help. Sympathy. "He lost his sister, the way we almost lost Jimin the other week."

"What?!" Hyung exclaimed though I could hear it was out of pain than curiosity. "That exc-excuses this?"

"Hyung, please..." I sobbed, shaking my head, praying he would stop and realised that the last thing we should have done was piss the guy off. "He's..."

"Everyone just shut the fuck up!" Hyungsik yelled over me and the bang that happened next, I thought it had deafened me. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, hearing the gun without the silencer. It made it real and I knew I couldn't risk talking anymore. I couldn't risk it when my loved ones were hurt so badly, already.

I just kept my eyes scrunched closed, I couldn't even bring myself to look at my baby anymore. My whole body was shaking, I could hear myself sucking in the air but I was starting to feel dizzy, as if someone was gripping my throat, cutting everything off.

"...All you have to do is go and get Woosung," Hyung's words faded in and out but it somewhat sounded like he was convincing the dickhead to finally help. "... If there's one thing you should know about me, it's that I do not break my promises. I've only ever done it once and it almost cost me, my family... I am not willing to let that happen again."

I'm not sure where my mind went but I know it only came back when I felt my brother's hand on my shoulder and heard him kneel down beside me.

"Hyung..." I spoke, finally looking at him properly. "Did you mean that?"

"I broke one promise and I almost lost all of you. I promised to protect you and I didn't," Hyung shook his head and I saw how he was cradling his shoulder, the blood staining his hand as each movement made his face crease up in agony. "If I keep this one, I will lose you. He'll get what's coming to him, just not from me."

"Jin hyung," I couldn't stop my voice from cracking. His answer didn't make much sense but from what I heard, I worked out that Hyungsik was now getting Woosung. "Hyung, Chimmy... Chim, he's..."

"Did it go through?"

"What?" I asked, frowning at hyung, not understanding what he meant. Not understanding anything.

"The bullet," He said, slowly nodding towards Jiminie, tears forming in his eyes as he took a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "If he has any chance of pulling through, it needs to have gone straight through."

My frown deepened as I didn't know what to do... Not until I felt hyung's hand on top of mine, looking up to see his soft, though weak smile.

"Just check," He said, his voice quiet but warm as he pressed down, allowing me the freedom to move one of my hands away from Jiminie's stomach without him losing any more blood.

With a small nod, I moved my hand and gently held it under my boy's back, feeling myself go lightheaded, cringing as I felt the bullet had gone straight through his abdomen. That's why he was losing so much blood!

"I'm sorry, baby," I felt horrible as the movement seemed to bring a bit of life back to him. He cried out, shaking his head from side to side and I knew he wanted me to stop, but I still pushed on his back, applying pressure despite his protest. "I'm so sorry, just bear with me. It's okay."

"Yoongi?" Hyung asked but I could only nod, answering his previous question wordlessly. "Good. He's gonna be okay. Do you hear me, Jiminie? You'll be alright, honey, just stay with us. Can you talk, honey?"

I could hear the optimism in hyung's voice and found myself unable to believe his words. Was my Jiminie going to be okay?

He answered that himself.

"Yoon..." My boy's voice came as a whisper, barely audible, causing me to choke down a sob simply to smile at him.

"I'm here, baby," I nodded, still forcing myself to smile though my world was crumbling down around me. "I'm here, it's alright."

"My... My b-bag..." He 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 but I couldn't let him give up. No way, not now.

"No, you tell me that later, Jimin!" I shook my head, tears blinding me once again as he shut his eyes, seeing them roll as his eyelids flickered. "You tell me that later, do you hear me? Just wait until you're better, baby. You just wait!"

That's when I noticed his eyes were rolling even more and I could feel him tensing, and I just shook my head, not ready. Not able to help.

"Hyung, what do I do?" My voice came loud and shaky as the seizure started up, trying my best to keep my hands where they were as Jiminie turned away from me.

"Just talk to him," Hyung spoke, his voice somehow sounding calm, which honestly annoyed me slightly. How could he be calm right now? "The way you always do, every other time. Yoongi, comfort him like normal. Be there for him, just like normal."

"I... I-I can't!" I shouted, still trying to hold my hands still but now my baby was fighting me and I couldn't cope. "This isn't normal... I can't, hyung... He's-"

"Yoongi, he needs you," Jin hyung cried, actually crying this time and it made me feel worse, hearing the desperation in his voice. "Please, please help him through this. You're the best one, Yoongi, so you get him through it!"

"I can't!" I screamed, the pressure too much but having my hyung shouting at me was pushing me to breaking point.

"You have to!" Hyung yelled, making me jump for the last time before my body completely froze over, numb to everything. "You have to help him because Hoseokie's awake!"

"Wh-what?" I stuttered, only just within to notice Jimin was laying limp again. I had cried and protested for so long that I didn't actually help him through the seizure at all. I probably just made it worse.

"Hoseokie woke up," Hyung said firmly, tears rolling down his paling cheeks. "He's awake, so you need to fucking help Jimin now! Because I won't go through that again, Yoongi! I can't... I need him to live, I need Tae to come back, I need Hobi to be okay and I need you all to be okay otherwise..."

"What the fuck is going on in here?" I heard Dawon's distinct voice come into the room in a rush. "Dear God! Woosung!"

"I know, move," The doctor stormed into the room, kneeling beside my boyfriend before sparing me and hyung one glance each, pressing his fingertip to Jimin's throat before looking back to the woman in the doorway. "Right, quickly... Dawonah, I need a trauma kit, my suture kit and, Christ... He's going into shock, go and get as many units of O Neg that we have. Be quick about it!"

From there, everything turned hazy. I can't remember a lot of it, only Dawon running back in and that I was shoved out of the way, unable to do anything while the doctor helped Jiminie.

Somewhere in the midst of it all, I found myself in a different room entirely, one where the floor was covered in a pool of my boyfriend's blood. I even vaguely remember changing, and washing my hands, though the only confirmation of that was the fact I was no longer covered in blood.

My mind finally started settling, clearing when I held my baby's cold hand, sitting in a chair beside his bed as he slept. His skin was still grey, almost translucent and I was sure I couldn't see him breathing, still.

"He's going to be okay, Yoongi," Woosung said, pulling me out of my deafening train of thought. He was helping hyung after helping Jiminie, and he hadn't stopped for breath yet, I knew that much. "He's alright, out of danger. You did amazing keeping him stable until I got here. You really did amazing."

"Let him rest, Yoongs," Hyung sighed, but I only held my boy's hand tighter, simply letting my tears continue to fall freely as I had no energy to fight them with. "He needs time to recover. You'd be best getting some sleep yourself."

Sleep?

How could I sleep?

Woosung was lying to me, Jimin wasn't out of danger. I may have been a lot of things but I wasn't stupid. It didn't take an expert to realise Jimin lost way too much blood, he was still in danger for sure. He would be until he woke up and he wasn't showing any signs of waking up... I needed him to wake up.

Hyung's arm fell over my shoulders, causing me to look at him as he crouched beside me. He held a warm smile on his lips but he looked so tired, the sling around him looking as uncomfortable as he did.

"You did well," He reassured but there was nothing that could make me believe him. There was so much more I could have done to help Jiminie and now, I couldn't help but think I made everything so much worse than it had to be. "Yoongi? ... You did your best, honey."

"Jimin's okay, Yoongi," Woosung said as I let my gaze fall back to him, watching him take my boy's vitals for the fourth time since we had been in this new room. "He's stable at the moment, but I'm going to keep checking up on him every hour or so, okay? Tonight, getting him through this night is crucial but... I honestly think he's capable of making a full recovery. He's a strong kid."

"The strongest," Hyung agreed and, in my head, I agreed as well but... How much can one person take? "Yoongi, you... You need to get some sleep, honey. Please, Chimmy would want you to rest now so rest."

Just as my mouth opened to speak, Woosung's radio buzzed, leaving my jaw to just hang as Dawon's voice seeped into the room.

"Woo, we need you," The woman said but there wasn't an ounce of urgency in her voice, no fear, no sadness. She sounded elated, distracted... "Hoseok's struggling to talk, is that normal?"

"Perfectly normal," Woosung nodded, though I wasn't paying much attention, not until he spoke again. "Don't worry, it's gonna take him some time to get back to normal. I'll be with you in a few hours, Dawon. Just keep him engaged but inform me if he loses consciousness again... Has anyone checked on Taehyung since he got back?"

"Tae?" Hyung asked, snapping his eyes up as I did, though I didn't miss how he grimaced after moving so quickly.

"He's settled but his chest is still bad," Dawon responded rather promptly, though with very little to say. "You should check on him."

"I will," Woosung said, causing me to frown. He was going to leave us? When Jiminie still hadn't woken up?

"Is Taehyung...?" Hyung started to ask but trailed off when Woosung slowly nodded, putting his radio back in his pocket.

"He came back a few hours ago, a group of teens brought him home," The doctor said but the only thought running through my mind was that Jimin wasn't hearing any of this.

"Wait," I shook my head, failing to breathe in as deeply as I wanted to, cutting him off from explaining further. "So, Hobi's awake. Taehyungah came home. And my Jiminie's..."

"I'm sorry, Yoongi," Woosung bowed his head but I just shook mine again, not able to accept how the world could be so cruel to such a kind, loving person. "I'm going to go and check on Taehyung, make sure he's okay and I will come back. I'll speak to Dawon as well, and make sure Hyungsik is dealt with... He won't get away with this, I assure you."

"Thank you, Woosungnim," Hyung said quietly as the doctor bowed again and left the room. I didn't acknowledge him leaving, I just shuffled closer to the bed, shrugging off hyung's arm to sit on the edge while keeping a hold of my boy's hand.

"You hear that, baby?" I whispered, leaning down to gently press a kiss to Jiminie's forehead, letting my lips linger for a moment so he knew I was still with him. "Taehyungie's home, he's okay... Stay strong, my precious boy. Wake up soon, I love you."