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Jimin feels numb when he wakes up, and it takes him a while to open his eyes.

When he does, there is an unknown male at his side, and Jimin has trouble focusing his eyes but he can make out a comuter in his lap where he is sitting in Jimin's bedroom.

He tries to form the words 'who are you', but as he opens his mouth his throat is dry and closed up, leaving him with a raspy cough.

The male flinches, letting out a startled sound before laying a hand over his heart, eyes finding Jimin.

He is soon holding a glass of water, slowly guiding Jimin to a sitting position by a hand on his back, and Jimin grimaces as he gulps it all down.

"It's just nutritional supplements,"
the male says as he sees Jimin's expression.

"Who... are you?"
Jimin rasps out, blinking rapidly in an attempt to clear his vision.

"Oh, I'm Seokjin,"

Jimin stares at him, dumbfounded. He hasn't heard of anyone named Seokjin; he has never seen this person in his entire life, so why is he sitting on his bed and feeding him nutritional supplements?

The other seems to realize his vagueness,
"I'm a friend of Namjoon's."

Jimin is still confused to no end, squeezing his eyes shut and bringing his hands to rub at his temples.

"What happened?"
Jimin breathes out, glancing up at Seokjin.

Said male tenses slightly before exhaling a long breath, seeming to try to remain in a certain calm role.

"What do you remember, Jimin? I want you to try to think for a minute, and tell me what you remember."

Jimin just shakes his head, his brain feeling numb.

"Why do I feel so... Why don't I feel, like, anything?"
Jimin questions, frustrated of not knowing how he ended up here.

"I gave you some pain relieving medicine, a bit stronger than aspirin,"
The other says, gesturing to a used syringe laying on the desk in the corner of the small room, along with a few bottles and other foreign things.

Jimin gulps, feeling a little nauseous thinking about having a needle stuck in his skin.

"Now tell me what you remember."

Jimin closes his eyes again, trying to get his mind to function.

The memory of the night at the club hits him like a ton of bricks, making him inhale a sharp breath as his eyes fly open again. 

"Tae, Hobi hyung..- I was in the bathroom... I-I was cutting again. But- What happened?"
Jimin rambles breathlessly.

"Your body couldn't take the bloodloss, even at a smaller amount. So you fell out of consciousness. You're very lucky your friends were next door."

Jimin blinks,
"Why-..."

Hoseok knows where he lives, of course they would come here. Micha must have opened the door thinking that it was Jimin, coming to pick Jiae up early.