What never should've happened.

We're Family

Mixed POVs

Upon parking in Yoongi's garage, Seojun jumped out and did a quick search of the surroundings to make sure no one was there. There was no way Hans could've known they'd be there, but he wasn't taking any chances.

Namjoon helped Yoongi maneuver out of the car, still carrying you. His arms were beginning to go numb, but he'll hold you for as long as you needed.

When they got to the hallway, the rest of the members were there. The looks on their faces when they saw you were a mix of hurt, anger and sadness. It was Jungkook who punched in the code to let you all in.

Yoongi said nothing, he just went straight into his room and only then did you allow him to let go of you. You immediately curled up in a fetal position and grabbed the sides of your head. The only light  was coming from the vanity mirror, he wanted to keep it dim to help your headache.

“It hurts, it hurts Yoongi.” You whined.

“I know, baby. It's the alcohol. I'll go get you some water, just let me clean your wound first, okay? It might get infected.” He made to leave your side but you held on to his wrist.

“No! Don't leave me, please!” He sat back down and began shushing you.

“I won't. I won't. I'm here.”

Yoongi pulled out his phone and called Seokjin.

“Hyung, I need your help, please come in.”

It took seconds for Jin to come inside. His heart broke at the sight of you curled up and in pain. “What do you need, Yoongi-ya?”

“In the bathroom, under the sink, there's a first aid kit. Bring it to me, please and can you also prepare some warm honey water? I think she's dehydrated.”

Seokjin nodded and went to get the kit. He wasn't sure how to act or what to do, but he knew he had to stay calm.

“My back…” he heard you say and came back out with the kit, handing it to Yoongi.

“What is it, y/n? Where exactly does it hurt?” Yoongi was lost and Jin couldn't help him. “Did he hurt your back?”

“My back…it burns. IT BURNS!!!” You let out a blood curdling scream of pain and all Yoongi could do was take your hands in his as you trashed on the bed.

“Hyung,” his voice was broken, “maybe we should call a doctor.”

“There's no need for that,” a different voice came from the door. It was Huang. He had come after all.

“I called Lena-ssi and she says this has happened before. It's her mind's reaction to the possibility of that man finding her. It's a physical manifestation of her anxiety. She needs her meds, they will help.”

“I…I Don't know where she keeps them,” now it was Yoongi who was getting agitated. He felt so useless, so pathetic. How could he love you and not know about this? How could he protect you if he couldn't protect you from yourself? How could Huang have had his wits around him more to figure out how to help you and he couldn't?

“Here,” Huang handed Yoongi a small bottle with a dropper,  “she always has them in her purse. Always. She might leave her home without money but never without her meds. She usually takes three drops, five when in crisis.”

This was a crisis.

“Princess?” He was trying, ever so gently, to get your hands off your head. He wasn't sure if giving you anxiety meds after You had drunk so much was a good idea, but he'd do anything to help you. “Open your mouth for me, please. Lena-ssi says this will help.”