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forty-three

Jin's P.O.V

"Jin, look at me. You told me what happened so let's talk!" Hoseok tries taking the bed sheets away from my body.

I have a tight grip to keep Hoseok from seeing my mess of a face. Ever since I arrived to his home I ran to his room and cried. Cried. Threw stuff around. My mom still contacting me, bullying me makes it worse. This can't be happening. "Jin..." Hoseok sits on the bed by my feet. He slaps my leg. "Get up and talk to me, I don't like you being sad!" He yells.

I can't do this to Hoseok. He came back, I called him and now I'm treating him like this. I'm a bad person, a bad friend. Laughs break out from my throat then they sadden to sobbing. Namjoon's force on my arm haunts me for some reason. All for being beaten up I have PTSD. The way his words formed in my head twisted my insides. "Fine. I'm going out. I'll see you at school tomorrow..." He stands from my bed. "Maybe." With that I hear his footsteps to my door and it closes.

My body takes the bedsheets away and I sit up in the bed. Instead of seeing an empty room I see Hoseok stand in front of his closed bedroom door. He smiles. "I knew that would work," he takes notice of my face. "Don't cry so much. I'm here, okag?" By my side Hoseok's hands are cupping my face. "Jin...talk to me?"

I sigh and feel the hurt in his eyes. "He lied." I lower my head that is brought back up by Hoseok.

"Yes, Namjoon lied to you. But Taehyung deserved"-

"No, Hoseok!" I remove his gestures from me. "Namjoon lied to me."

Silence. Hoseok climbs on his bed to sit in front of me. I look at him with red eyes and try to smile but I can't. There is nothing else to say. "About why Taehyung punched him?" Hoseok starts. I nod, he nods. "What did he do?"

Without saying anything Hoseok knows I'm lost. "He hurt you, didn't he?"

"How"-

Hoseok grabs my hands placing them in his. Gripping to them I can hear a crack in his voice as he speaks. "You are closed up and it's not like you. And you keep pressing and bitting your lips..."

"He tried kissing me." I can't hide anything from Hoseok. He is my best friend and I'm so glad he's back in my life. But I really thought things were going well before I had gotten out of the hospital.

"He did...? Jin." I'm pulled into a hug from Hoseok. Taking it in I clasp my arms around Hoseok and squeeze.

"Don't leave." I speak.

"Shut up, idiot. I'm not going to do that." Hoseok laughs.

We stay there for a couple minutes. It's great having my best friend back, his voice to soothe me like before. I really missed him. Hoseok is always looking out for me. He is confusing sometimes. Hoseok and I peer up from our hug hearing my front door open. Hoseok's mom? Me and Hoseok glance at each other then back at his bedroom door, closed. Soon the door is swung open to see Jimin. I sigh in relief. The Sunshine Group is really back together now.

"Sorry. I should have said it was me." Jimin closes the door coming our way, he's sweating but not that bad. Making his place on the bed with me and Hoseok he can't help but smile.

"Hoseok, long time no see. How are things with Yoongi?" He asks.

"Shut up about that." Hoseok nudges Jimin with a frown.

I guess my mess is cleared up. But wait. "Yoongi...?" I say.

Jimin covers his mouth. Hoseok glares at Jimin with a deeper frown. "You idiot." Hoseok furrows.

"Never mind..." Jimin brings his attention to me. "Why did you call Hoseok, Jin?"

"Namjoon lied to Jin. Long story short he needs us. That's it." Hoseok tells Jimin.

"Sounds good to me." Jimin crawls to my side and grabs my arm pulling me down to lay. Legs and arms around my body Jimin cuddles me. Ignoring the sweat he has I smile big. "Join, Hoseok."

Hoseok jumps in but doesn't wrap him self on me like burrito like Jimin does. I smile. For the first time in a long time we are together again, happy. I want things to go back to the way they were before. Before I confessed my heart to Taehyung. "What took you so long to get here, Jimin?" Hoseok questions.

"I'll explain that to you later. Right now is Jin's healing." Jimin concludes holding on to me tighter.

I love my friends.