Forget Me Not

Chapter Nine

Yoongi woke up with a start,- hands flying into his face, gripping at his shirt. High Pitched cries ringing out through his room, surely loud enough for the other Slytherin's to hear. Jimin sobbed loudly, the older quickly switched on his lamp to see Jimin's eyes pinched tightly , together as tears rolled down his face- sweat coating his body and legs flailing about.

"Jimin." he croaked, reaching up to wrap a hand around the fist clenched into his shirt, "Jimin- wake up."

Jimin didn't wake up though. His face just scrunched even more, his other hand grabbing at the sheets, his back arching in what seemed like pain. He cried out again, the noise painful to even Yoongi.

"Stop," he sobbed, the hand in the sheets moving to grasp Yoongi's arm, his grip tight and painful. "Stop, please."

Concern flooding through Yoongi's body, a loud knock on the door made him jump, but he didn't move from Jimin. Instead, he shook him with his free hand, "Baby." he called softly, "Jimin!" louder. Shaking him a bit harder.

"No, no, no," he sobbed back, his breathing becoming more sporadic, his chest rising and falling at seemingly random. "Make it stop, stop."

Jungkook screamed Jimin's name from the other side of the door, and Yoongi surged forward, pulling Jimin towards him with all his might, "Jimin, Jimin!" he called, shaking him in his lap,- he whimpered, "Baby, Minnie, wake up."

"I don't- I don't...- Yoongi-" Jimin's grip on Yoongi's shirt got tighter, pulling himself into the fabric, more sporadic breathing, more raked sobs, but the body began to relax a little more. "Please, I don't want to leave again. I don't want to see it again,- I don't want to feel it again,- please."

"Hey, hey hey,- Jimin." he ran his hand down Jimin's back. Jungkook's knocking grew louder, "You're here, me and you. You're okay, it's okay."

"He- he was right there. He-he was, it- I can't,- not again-," Jimin groaned, pressing his head into Yoongi's chest. "That noise, stop, I don't like it, make it stop."

Yoongi grabbed his wand off his bedside table and flicked it at the door. Years spent perfecting first year level spells, yet silently. Not using words was his specialty, after all. It swung open, and a concerned Jungkook ran in, eyes avoiding Yoongi as he sat where Jimin had been. He must still be upset with him.

"Jimin?" The youngest asked, reaching out for him. "Jimin, are you okay-?"

"Don't touch me," Jimin said immediately as Jungkook's hand came in contact with his shoulder. "Please, don't."

Yoongi pulled his hands back from around Jimin, not knowing if it was directed at the both of them. The small boy shaking even more evident without Yoongi holding him still.

"No," he whined, pulling at Yoongi's shirt again. "Don't."

"You said-"

"Don't. Come back."

He wrapped him up again, looking over at Jungkook- his eyes wide and doe-like focused on Jimin. That, the scared innocence laced into his child-like eyes is why Yoongi didn't want him going. "It's just Jungkook." he said, gently rubbing circles into the small of his back, "He's worried."

"No, it's okay," Jungkook sighed, moving off the bed. "He wants you right now- I'll just go tell Taehyung-,"

"No Taehyung," Jimin sniffled. "He's too much right now. I'm okay with this,- this is okay, I'm okay." he took a deep breath. "You can go back to your room, sorry for waking you."