What never should've happened.

The waiting game

Yoongi held your hand and helped you up, walking slowly to the living room. The second you stepped out, six pairs of eyes landed on you. It was Taehyung who jumped up first and ran to you.

You flinched and recoiled, Yoongi immediately stepped in front of you as Tae stopped dead in his tracks, looking scared at the thought of having scared you.

“Taehyunga, give her some space.”

“Mianheyo, noona,” Tae said, bowing, “I just wanted to show you my love. I'm sorry you had to go through this whole thing and I'm glad you're okay.” He said it all in one breath.

“Taehyungie…” admonished Seokjin. 

“Gamsahabnida, Taehyung-ssi. And thank you all for worrying and being here,” you put a hand on Yoongi's arm and stepped beside him, “I'm sorry that you had to leave your work and had to witness my breakdown and the shitshow that is my life and mental health,” you sighed and Yoongi squeezed your hand, “I'm really sorry.” You bowed and they all told you to stop.

Seokjin being the oldest, stepped up to you.

“Noona…You don't ever need to apologize for reacting to someone attacking you. You did what you had to do and your mind protected itself the best way it could. Yoongi-ya told us about what happened and I think I speak for all of us when I tell you that if it were up to us, that piece of shit wouldn't see the light of day.” They were all agreeing silently and nodding their heads. You could see that Jungkook's jaw was clenched shut, he was mad about something, but he still agreed with his hyung.

“I apologize for our company being the reason that man found you again. Please, forgive us.” And in a second he fell to his knees, doing a deep bow. The other five followed suit and you couldn't help but to begin crying again. 

Your knees gave out and you too fell to your knees, with Yoongi coming down to hold you as you sobbed loudly into his tee. After a minute you calmed down enough to pull back, only to see that they all were still bowing.

“No. Hajima, please.” You said as you used Yoongi's hand to help you stand, “this isn't your fault. Please, stand up.” You took a few steps and went to pull Seokjin's arm. “Please.”

He stood and so did the rest. Jin put a hand on top of the one you had placed on his arm. “We're sorry. And please, don't ever think you owe anyone an apology, for anything. We will all do our best to protect you.”

Yoongi was speechless and silently crying.

“I made some soup for you, noona,” said Jimin and you didn't fail to realize he had stopped calling you by your formal name a few days ago. He gave you a sweet smile and so did Hoseok. Jungkook was averting your gaze. “It will help with settling your stomach and keep you warm.” 

You smiled at him and with a little nudge from Yoongi, you went to the table. Everyone sat on the same spots they had the day of the lunch, so you were in between Yoongi and Jungkook, you were pretty much leaning your whole weight on Yoongi and were fused to his side.

Jimin and Hoseok served up eight bowls of soup and Hoseok brought you a pedialyte, saying you had to hydrate yourself. You took it and drank two big gulps at once, feeling a little bit of life coming back to you. You hadn't realized you were so thirsty. 

“Thank you for this, to all of you.” Everyone began silently drinking their soup, with Yoongi occasionally squeezing your leg under the table and after a little while, you began to feel a bit warm. You had forgotten how much heat the two men you were sitting between exuded. 

You shrugged off Yoongi's cardigan and rolled the sleeves up. The second your arms were exposed, Taehyung, Hobi and Jungkook took sharp intake of breath.