Jimin stirs from his sleep instinctively, eyes fluttering open gently only to land his gaze at Jungkook getting dressed up for work.
The blonde's mind seemed blank, not processing any thoughts for a while, it was a really awkward feeling. He doesn't remember anything yet, and he wasn't able to move, he wasn't even trying to, it was almost like sleep paralysis but the difference was he didn't want to move.
His eyes close again.
After what felt like an hour he moved again, immediately meeting up with a painful sting on his lower body. He gasped, eyes fluttering and eyebrows scrunching into a deep frown.
Why does it pain so much? What happened last night?
It took him all his strength to sit up straight, his breath uneven. His eyes getting teary as he finds himself having a migraine. He struggles walking out, limping pathetically as he made his way to the living room to meet Yoongi standing their, just like yesterday.
The mint-haired male refrains a gasp when he sees Jimin limping out bedroom, and it was much much worse than yesterday.
What is that Jungkook doing to him?
His skin glowed a bit paler and eyes dark due to the lack of sleep.
"J-Jimin, are you ok?" He asked hesitantly, seeing Jimin contort his face because of the awful headache surging through his brain.
"Y-Yeah. I'm— I'm fine." He mumbles softly, surprised at how painfully it was to even speak, rubbing his temples leaning a bit to the walls.
A sudden wave of nausea hit him, he rushes to the bathroom, Yoongi immediately rushing behind him.
The manager had no idea what to do, especially since he was not sure what both the boys had done last night. He watches as Jimin vomits is guts out, eyes glowering with pity, they grow sterner as he notices a painful purple tinted bruising on his upper thighs, his eyes widening.
He clicks the pieces together almost immediately.
Did Jungkook really— Oh god.
Jimin washes his face, the migraine a bit better than before as he stepped out the bathroom, managing to give a weak smile at Yoongi who had a glass of water and pills in his hand.
"Here take this, it will help you with your headache. Jimin, did you drink yesterday?"
Jimin's smile fades as all the memories of yesterday came back to him, hitting him like a train.
"H-Hyung I—"
He drank.
He wasn't right in his mind.
The room— the red room.
The pain.
His own screams.
His eyes wavered around trying to process the situation right now.
"Jimin, what—" Yoongi stops mid phrase as he sees Jimin's breath ragging, and on que he faints.
Yoongi had never panicked so bad before in all these years of work.
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"How long ago did he faint?" Seokjin asks as he places a thermometer under Jimin's arm, observing his tired body as he slept.
"Just about 10 minutes ago Doctor." Yoongi mutters tensely, checking the approximate time in his watch.
"It's Seokjin, you can call me Seokjin hyung. Also, this is surprising that you have me on speed dial especially when I know Jimin." He says, smiling softly, turning towards the other.
"So you know Jimin?" Yoongi asserts, not believing the co-incidence.
"Yes I do. You could say he was my junior and we ended up being room mates, good old college time." He says, but the smile on his face turns into that of worry.
"Though he's a bit pale I don't think it's because he's not eating. Has he been doing any extreme physical activity these days?" Seokjin asks, Yoongi's eyes wavering down at a loss of words.
How can he even explain this?
"Uh, actually—"
"Jimin?!"
Both the men in the room get startled by the sudden voice from the living hall.
It was Jungkook.
Not a minute later Jungkook shows up into the bedroom, he proceeds to frown, his gaze burning hole's into Seokjin's back as brutishly watches saw the other removing the thermometer off Jimin, checking the temperature before placing the back of his hand on the unconscious male's forehead and then on his neck.
"Good, his temperatures are normal so—"
"Who's this guy Yoongi?" Jungkook asks, rudely interrupting them, his blood boiling with anger.
How dare he even touch something that was his?
How dare he even look at someone who was his?
Seokjin felt displeased by the looks of rage that were given at him, something about Jungkook's eyes screamed untrustworthy.
The way he stared Seokjin down in anger wasn't normal...Almost psychotic.
Yoongi drags Jungkook out by his arm outside the room, shutting it and flashing him an angry glare.
But Jungkook could care less.
"Who the fuck is he? And why—"
"He's just a doctor for fuck's sake Jungkook." Yoongi scoffs, Jungkook was taken aback by the other's sudden bold behaviour.
"Also, why the heck are you here? I had informed you that he's fine." He said, disappointed about the fact that the other had actually came all the way cancelling interviews, shows and shoots to make a fuss about Jimin.
"And Jungkook, yesterday night did you actually do anything with Jimin? He looks—"
"It's not one of your business. Stay away from it." Jungkook snarls, interrupting Yoongi.
Oh, how bad he wanted slap Jungkook right now.
The ravenette meanwhile wasn't worried about Jimin's health right now, he was more worried about the fact that someone else who isn't him touching him, seeing him.
He decided he's not gonna let that happen anymore.
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