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Jimin wakes up in a place unfamiliar to him.

His first instinct is to get up and find answers, but a stabbing pain in his- well, everywhere, makes him fall back down on the soft bed, a small pained sound escaping him.
The memories of Taehyung, the panic attack and the three men comes back to him in a flash.

He looks around and comes to the conclusion that he is in a normal-looking bedroom.
He can hear music muffled by the closed door, rap of some sort, and feels adrenaline pump through his body, knowing that he is not alone.
The bed is so soft compared to the one in Jimin's shitty apartment, and he finds himself wanting to stay here forever.

But he has to know where he is and if he is in danger.
He did get beat up after all.

Jimin tries to ignore the immense pain as he slowly stands up and walks to the closed door.

He notices that he is not wearing his own clothes. He is instead dressed in black sweatpants and a slightly over sized T-shirt.

He opens the door with his heart racing from fear of the unknown and from the pain he is in.

His eyes immediately sets on a person standing father away, writing something on a piece of paper while bobbing his head to the beat of the music.

Jimin's eyes are wide as he speaks up, not knowing what else to do, nor what is going to happen when he does.

"Uhm... Hello?"

The male turns quickly and his wide eyes find Jimin.

"Oh, shit,"
He mumbles and rushes over to the stereo to turn down the music, before walking over to Jimin.

"You must be in pain... You shouldn't- You should sit down."

The male hesitates before putting an arm around a stunned Jimin's waist and leading him back to the bed.

"What- who are you? Where am I? How did I get here?"
Jimin manages to blurt out as he has sat down again, almost feeling dizzy from the confusion.

"Right. My name is Yoongi, this is my apar- well not just mine, I have a flatmate, so our apartment. I saw you... I saw some guys beating you up, so I went over to stop them, and they ran away. You were unconscious, and I couldn't just leave you there, so I took you here. You've been sleeping for about ten hours."

The male, seemingly 'Yoongi', rants, obviously on edge about the situation of having a wounded stranger at his place.

Jimin's eyes widen.

"Ten hours?! I-I have to go. I have to-to--"

"Hey, calm down. You're hurt pretty badly. You hit your head... I think you need to rest."

Jimin can't calm down, though. He was supposed to come get Jiae ten hours ago.

"I need to go."
Jimin repeats and Yoongi looks at him, alarmed, before he starts ranting again.

"What's wrong? Do you need to use a phone? I noticed that you didn't have one on you. I mean, I didn't mean to snoop, I just thought something in your bag would tell me where you live or, like, who you are."