Calling | OT7

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It was an odd situation, to say the least.

On one hand, the man was working for a resort that didn't have the best intentions. He had no regrets spying on the men and attempting to record their conversation (which, now that it's brought up, arent the walls soundproof?), and he clearly didn't like the fact that he had been caught in the act.

On the other hand, he was really fucking attractive.

"Holy shit! Namjoon killed him!" Hoseok screams, and Namjoon is quick to shoot a glare to the male's direction.

"Killed him?! I wasn't even in the room!" Namjoon retaliates, and Jimin crosses his arms with a huff, his body leaning into Taehyung's with half-lidded eyes.

"That's upsetting. I really thought he was cute." He earns a few odd looks before Yoongi leans down to Seokjin's face. For a second, he doesn't move, but then he looks up to Namjoon.

"He's still breathing. We need to sit him upright and see what's wrong with him." He says, Namjoon is quick to jump into action, he and Yoongi pulling the chair into an upright position. To normal people, it was a classic case of someone helping in an odd situation. But Hoseok would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous. That Yoongi looked at Namjoon to help him instead of Hoseok. And maybe it was just because Yoongi matched with Namjoon and not him, but god was it making him dislike Namjoon more.

Maybe they weren't all soulmates and it was just a few certain people. If that were the case, then perhaps he and Namjoon were the two that didn't match. Hoseok can't lie, he wouldn't mind that outcome.

Yoongi's hands caress Seokjin's cheek, staring at him for a moment before huffing in confusion. "I'm no doctor, but..." Yoongi lifts Seokjin's sleeve and notices the goosebumps that had erupted on the other's skin. The sweat that formed on Seokjin's forehead looked as if it were only the start of a waterfall, and his breathing sounded labored. "Somethings wrong with him."

"No... fucking... shit." Seokjin breathed out, his voice scratchy and immediately causing him to begin coughing. They look at each other until Jimin's eyes widen.

"Withdrawal," Jimin states quietly, and they all (with the exception of Seokjin) look over to him. Jimin flushes under the attention and swallowed hard, fiddling with his hands. "Th-the symptoms... they're the symptoms of some sort of withdrawal." He utters, and while Taehyung looks at Jimin with a worried look, the rest of the boys look rather impressed at the diagnosis. But that doesn't help with the fact that no one really knew what the hell to do.

Seeing as no one else was moving, Jimin immediately begins getting to work, stepping close to Seokjin, but not in his face. He gently makes Yoongi move away, who obliges as he is completely clueless. Jimin crouches enough so he is at eye level with Seokjin (which isn't far) before he speaks in a calming tone.

"Hey, hey, I know everything seems really scary right now, but I need you to focus right now," Jimin states, his voice somehow even softer than it usually is. Seokjin's eyes focus on Jimin, his breathing not ceasing one bit. Seeing the condition the other was in, Jimin slips his hand under Seokjin's, who flinches at the contact. Jimin frowns. "Focus on something with me, okay? My hand is here, just squeeze it if you really need it. But I need you to focus on something and just try to relax." Jimin says softly, and he could feel Seokjin squeeze his hand almost immediately. Eventually, the other does stop squeezing for a bit, and his eyes are focus on Jimin's deeply. The two remain eye contact, and surprisingly, Seokjin's breathing is no longer that of a fucking asthmatic dog. It's still bad, but it's significantly more controlled. Seeing this, Jimin decides to seize his opportunity.

"Okay okay, what do you need? What are you looking for?" Jimin asks, his thumb caressing the back of Seokjin's hand as the man squeezes his hand a few more times. Seokjin only breaks his eye contact for a second, looking to the left quickly before they lock back onto Jimin's. Noticing this, Namjoon turns to what the man could've possibly been looking at, and it was... the recorder?