The room begins to become unnervingly dull. The once thunderous bass of the speakers is now but a soundless rumble. The yells and howls of the other people had been muted down to nothing but white noise. And the words of Hangyeol are all mumbled together to form a humming noise. He sounds distant and far away but Jimin is able to pick up the scarce word here and there.

"Hey... You... Look... Are... Okay...?"

His limbs begin to feel ponderous and dense as the unforgiving shackles of gravity grasp on tightly and pull them downward. Jimins head begins to ache in a pain that surrounds and engulfs him whole. He cries out and watches almost in slow motion as Hangyeol reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Jimin.....Need...?"

Instantaneously, the world is repainted in colour. Everything starts moving back at normal speed and sound and it's overwhelmingly boisterous. Jimin still feels weak and slow and heavy but the world seems to move on without him.

"Are you okay?" Hangyeols deep voice captures his attention and he turns to look at him - maybe a little too fast because then his headache multiplies tenfold - and meets his concerned gaze "n-no... I feel really sick... a-and I dunno why..." And then something sinister sparkles in the eyes of the other but he quickly masks it with more faux concern. "Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asks, smoothly sliding his grip from Jimins shoulder to his waist.

Jimin feels uncomfortable but doesn't have the strength to pull away, he still tries to. "No, it's not that s-serious...Can you please let... Go..?" His grip only tightens. The pinkette starts to panic. "I-I said, let go!" Jimin demands but is promptly ignored.

Hangyeol stands up and drags Jimin along with him as he makes for the door. "I'm just trying to help," He says, loud enough to be heard over the blaring crowd "I don't need it, just let me go!" "Come on, let me take you to my car." The pinkette is trying to push him away, trying to tear out of his grasp and run far but it's of no use. "Stop touching me!" He cries, frantically searching for Taehyung, for Seokjin, for Jungkook, for Namjoon and even for Yoongi but he can only see an endless pool of unrecognizable faces - all of them too concerned with their own lives to even bat an eye.

As they get closer and closer to the door, Jimins hole body shivers in fear as the feeling of impending doom grows stronger. He is too weak to pull away. Hangyeol could do anything. And the fact that he is not letting go even after Jimin begs him to, is a pretty clear indication that they are not on their way to the hospital.

Thinking about it now, Hangyeol had probably spiked Jimins drink since he had left it unattended. He wanted to blame himself for being so foolish, but knew the only one here to blame was the monster that was dragging him away, away from safety, away from everything. Maybe if Jimin was at full strength he would've been able to pull away and save himself, but he wasn't. The fact that he could barely move without assistance made him feel useless. Now, his only hope was--

"Hey!" A very familiar voice echoes into his eardrums. Jimin feels a wave of shock and astonishment crash through him at the sound of it. That voice. That voice.

("Yah, Jimin-ah, don't cry. We'll see each other soon enough, I promise!")

"Hobi-Hyung?" His voice is but a mumbled whisper. Jimin begins to slip in and out of consciousness. He feels himself jostle around - back and forth - there are two forces on both his arms but one has the advantage on his waist as well. The voices are dampened but Jimin thinks they're shouting at each other. Then another voice jumps in, also shouting, and that's the last thing he registers before everything goes black.

-

"He's waking up!"

The voice of Taehyung is the first thing Jimin hears when he opens his eyes. He looks around and sees that he, Taehyung and Hoseok are in the bathroom. Jimin is propped up onto the counter by the sink as the other two look down at him concerningly.

"W-what... What happened?" Jimin asks. Hoseok (Hoseok) sighs before explaining. "Well, I saw this guy dragging you away, didn't know it was you though. It looked like you were resisting so I decided to step in." He smiles sympathetically. "Yeah, then I heard them shouting and decided to help. We were trying to pull you away from him but he was really strong." Taehyung continues, looking angry as he retells the story. "Knew that guy was trouble." He added.

"Wait... If he was too strong then how'd you save me?" Then, the door opens to reveal a purple-haired Jungkook. It seemed as though he had changed his clothes for the party. In the morning, he was wearing a baggy, comfy looking tracksuit. Now, he was wearing a black and white striped bowling shirt with black skinny jeans and equally as black trainers.

He smiles a pierced grin "Well, I stepped in... I guess he got scared or whatever and walked away. So..." Jimin nods slowly, Jungkook did have his muscles on display with the short sleeves of his shirt, so it made sense that Hangyeol would get scared as the long-haired boy was definitely a lot stronger than him. "Thanks." The pinkette smiled.

Then, Jimin turns his head back to Hoseok. He stands with his hands clasped behind his back. He's wearing a large black t-shirt and blue jeans with some shiny jewellery. And Jimin thinks he sees some glittery eyeshadow smudged into the corners of his eyes. The pinkette lets himself take a moment to be shocked. (Hoseok!)

("Why couldn't you have told me earlier...?" Jimin sounds hurt. And tired. Hoseok sighs.

"I just didn't want you to be upset... I guess..." The younger looks up at him with an incredulous expression - though still coated in pain - and feels glassy tears prick his eyes. "Upset? Of course I was gonna be upset! I'm upset now. You should've told me so we could have spent our last days together doing something special!"

Hoseok rubs his neck with his free hand awkwardly, his other hand occupied with holding a suitcase. It was six am and he had just knocked on Jimins door to say goodbye. His parents sat in the car parked outside of his house as they wait for the two friends to say their goodbyes.

"I'm sorry Jimin... I don't know what else to say... My flight leaves at eight so I have to go..."

That's when the dam breaks and Jimin begins to sob. He cries into his hands and can't find the energy to try to stop. Hoseok then pulls the younger into a tight hug, feeling some of his own tears begin to form.

"Yah," he starts, voice quivering as he tries to keep himself together. "Jimin-ah, don't cry... We'll see each other soon enough, I promise.." But he's a hypocrite because that's when he starts sobbing too.)