Fixing Us

Chapter 20: Necessary Comfort

It's been two days. Two days since the meeting where I blew up. Two days since the hate has gone through the roof. Two days since I've said a single word to anyone. Two days since I've literally locked myself inside the practice room at the boys house, only having the sweats and hoodie that belongs to Jiminie, my phone and charger, and my laptop. The only time I exit is to sneak out and go to the bathroom, fill back up on soju and other alcohol, clean myself up.

Taking the fourth dose of the day, I've hardly got any energy left in me at all. I've also got my bag in here with me, the only reason being so that I can keep taking the medicine and keep it hidden. Sitting weakly on the bench before the piano, I look down at the keys.

Beginning to play them, I probably last for about five minutes before I've lost all energy. The keys clang out of harmony as my arms fall limp, staring down at the keys with a quiet sigh. A few minutes later, I hear the doorknob rattle before the door itself opens.

I don't bother looking to see who's managed to unlock it. I don't particularly care. I just sit there looking down at the keys as my hands finally fall from them. Another minute later, Yoongi is sat beside me on the bench.

"You know, you're going to waste away into nothingness if you keep staying locked up in here and don't eat." He says, looking down at the piano with me. I barely manage to shrug in response.

"Oh well." I answer, not really caring at the moment what happens to me.

"It would crush Jiminie if he lost you just because of that, Jing. He's been a mess these last two days since he found you locked in here. He's really worried about you." Yoongi informs me, causing me to duck my head.

"Will you please leave here now? Quit locking yourself up and come up to eat with us? Start nursing yourself back to health?" He asks, his voice gentle as he looks over at me.

"Even if I wanted to, I've hardly got the energy to keep myself up on my feet for more than a couple minutes." I answer quietly. He frowns, pouting for a moment.

"Come here. I'll help you." He says softly as he stands. Looking up at him, I see that he's serious which causes me to sigh. Managing to push myself up onto my feet, I stumble just before Yoongi catches me. He leans me back against the wall for a moment, just long enough so that he can pick up my things and place the in my bag.

Coming back over, he puts my left arm over his shoulder as he wraps his arm around my waist. When he's satisfied, he begins to lead me out of the room. In my weak state, I'm leaning heavily onto him as he helps me out and upstairs. Everyone looks over at us in amazement.

"Jing..." Jiminie whispers, standing up slowly before rushing over to us.

"Careful, Jiminie. She's really weak right now. Jin hyung, she needs some food." Yoongi instructs. Jin hops up immediately, rushing off to the kitchen while Jiminie picks me up and carries me over to the couch.

"Oh, butterfly. I was so worried about you. Please don't ever do that again." He whispers in my ear as he holds me to him gently.

Hearing the sadness and pain in his voice, I begin crying softly. Carefully, he pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me as he pulls me into him with my left side leaning against him. I curl up into him, continuing to cry and he holds me and quietly hushes me.

I don't think it takes long before I've completely worn myself down, crying myself to sleep on his chest as I sit there curled up in his lap.

Jimin POV

Within minutes of having her in my lap, she's managed to cry herself to sleep. She looks so worn down and exhausted, it kills me seeing her like this. Looking up with tears in my eyes, I find everyone else in the room watching us with worried looks.