Jimin. /PJM/

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His fingers glide smoothly across my skin, caressing my arm as the cool breeze whispers through the room.

"Three minutes, princess." his soft lips press against my ear as he speaks, sending delicate shivers down my spine.

I nod, pressing my head gently against his chest, my breathing already becoming unstable.

"It's okay, baby. Two minutes and twenty three seconds." I can feel my body begin to shake in fear as his hold on me becomes tighter, not wanting me to prevent the procedure in the little time remaining.

"I don't want it." I whisper, pulling myself up from against his chest. My voice is feeble from the fatigue the previous day.

"It's okay, princess, time will pass quickly while you're in there."

"No it won't, I don't want it!" my voice comes out faint as I attempt to pull from his grip, causing him to hold me firmly - surely leaving red marks across my pale flesh.

"One minute and thirty two seconds."

I can feel the panic rising in my veins, going straight for my head - now pulsating with fear and confusion.

"Please, I don't want it." I cry, tears forming in my eyes as the frustration continues to build.

"I promise everything will be okay, it helps you get better. You need this." His hands clasp me firmly, his arms lifting me up to carry me away. I desperately scrabble, tears erupting from my eyes as my body frantically tries to escape his hold.

"Stay still, princess, I need to put this in you." his furthest hand reaches for the syringe full of fluid on the side, still maintaining his heavy grip on me.

"I don't want it." I repeatedly cry, feeling the jab of the needle into my skin.

"I promise you'll feel better." he throws the needle back onto the counter before carrying me to the door. He opens it smoothly and places me down on the floor in the darkness. "As soon as I'm out of the door I'll turn the lights on, it'll be just like normal."

"I don't want it!" I pound my fists against his chest, feeling his body hardly move as I dig my nails into his shirt-covered skin.

"You'll be okay, this is to help you." he pulls my hands from his chest and stands up, leaving and closing the door behind him. "Three hours and thirty three minutes."

The overflowing feeling of panic radiates throughout me, waiting for the lights to turn on though I would much rather welcome the darkness.

Finally, it comes. Bright lights blinding me as all I see is myself; the room of mirrors taunting me as I'm blinded by my own reflection. Quench for sleep burns my eyes as the drug forces me awake.

I don't want this.

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"Breathe, baby, breathe." his body rests gently against mine as his arms slide under my legs and the arch of my back. His head presses against my neck to calm me almost instantly.

The light from outside the room dances across his blonde locks, softening the atmosphere and causing my harsh breaths to melt away.

"You're okay now, baby, I just need to get you out. It's okay, baby, it's okay." He slowly lifts my fragile bones up, ensuring his hold on me is tight enough that I won't fall.

His feet glide across the floor as though we were floating, his gentle movements wanting to calm me. We make it out, the door closing behind us. His eyes dart towards something else in the room, and my mind tells me someone else is here.