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The taste of Red Wine part 1

A/N: Hello everyone! This is part 1 of my fan fiction! Hope you enjoy it! Also thanks so much for the support! :D

Disclaimer: Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and it’s fanfiction. All events and things I wrote about in this Mafia alternative universe are purely based on my imagination and fiction. This story is for entertainment purposes and nothing else. I only own Lee Meílíng Y/N and other villains mentioned in said chapters.

I do not own BTS or Bighit Entertainment/HYBE Labels or the other K-Pop idols, or artists. I’m also not associated with any of the said artists in my fanfiction. I do not support The Mafia or any of the violence, crimes, or actions that have happened in this story.

Genre: Mafia AU, Smut, Angst, Professor! Female Reader, Mafia leader! Yoongi. From former friends to enemies to lovers.

Warnings: Violence, light angst, blood, mentions of liquor, drugs, smoking, slight choking, sexual harassment, heavy liquor, cursing, being tied up, kidnapping and gun shots.

Summary: You decided going to a party at a night club with your two best friends wouldn’t be a bad idea, however you didn’t expect to meet him there.

Last edited: On the 20th of October 2024, due to major grammar errors, changes of words and phrases, and more spacing. As well as better wording and it should be easier to read my fanfic now.

Word count: 6,511

The clock was ticking 1:00 PM, white chalk scraping the blackboard as I turned around and finished writing a sentence. “–So any questions for the use of English verbs and their past, present or future tenses?” I asked as the heavy silence fell in the lecture hall and a bunch of confused looks on my University students.

The students were very quite as I expected them to be. After all… I mean almost two hours of fidgeting with these unexplainable grammar rules and lots of homework too. I didn’t blame them.

“–If you have any, don’t be afraid to ask me plenty, my mailbox is always open. I will see you all tomorrow, Annyeong~” I smiled and bowed before taking my leave.

My black heels clicking the floor, gray cardigan and violet top underneath, my loose dark brown hair paired with some lavender stockings. I passed through the hallway as some male students bowed naturally I found myself doing the same.

I was this University’s pride and joy, just being and working here was more than I could ever ask for. It was indeed a dream come true, I felt beyond honored and happy to be here every day. This means everything to me. Lee Meílíng Y/N is the name.

I headed to the staff room as I checked some assignments before finishing my Vanilla latte. I glanced as the last period for today was cancelled due to my doctor’s appointment which was also cancelled anyways. Lately I hadn’t been sleeping properly it was probably due to stress or the fact my relationship with Daniel Jones became oh so different and difficult.

My phone lit up as I’ve received a text message from none other than Jung Hoseok, saved as ‘Hobi’ in my contacts.

“Coming to the nightclub tonight? Missed you so much… TT.TT <3”

My worried expression quickly disappeared as I saw his message, I smiled softly.

“ㅋㅋㅋ…” I texted, giggling with a sweet smile.

“Silly guy, you know I have some tests to make and essays to read and correct…” I hesitated a bit to send the reply when my phone soon rang, I saw the name displaying Hoseok's incoming call.

“–Hello…? Hoseok I’ve already told you… besides I need to see Daniel tonight, sadly… I can’t.” My sentence got interrupted as Hoseok begged me to come this time, we didn’t really see each others for a month.

“Aish… Y/N, don’t reject us this time, we missed you so much. You said that tonight we would see each other.” I gulped, nodding to myself before thinking about my final decision as I let out a deep sigh. “Fine. Okay, okay!” I said persistently. “F-Fine I’ll come!” I heard how happy Namjoon and goofy Hoseok exclaimed together as I hung up.

“It’s better anyways, Daniel probably cancelled our night together anyways… Probably getting home; high, mad and drunk. He always reeked of vodka and weed. I shook my head, grabbing my bag and coat as I wore some white Adidas sneakers, replacing those heels. I was tired wearing those heels the whole day.

I walked down the stairs, wearing my headphones as I listened to “DNA” by BTS, focusing on the fresh air as I wanted to forget about my boyfriend. I went down to the Metro station waiting for line 2, I went inside listening to the upbeat tunes, waiting for the train to finally reach “Gangnam” station. It was already 4:05 PM by the time, I arrived at my apartment, luckily Daniel wasn’t there. I turned up for the music as I danced happily and threw my clothes to the floor.

I was jamming hard to “Daechwita” by Agust D, something about May 1st 2020, this Friday was just so stressful and messy. I just danced like crazy, as I got rid of the alcohol stains and weed mess scattered around the floor. I sighed to myself, back then when we first started dating... Daniel and I were nothing but relationship goals. Waking me up with kisses on the cheek and forehead, breakfast by the morning, roses by the dozen in the kitchen. Everything was so sweet and perfect.

That was until Daniel lost his job as a businessman. He was caught smoking cigarettes in the bathroom and drinking whiskey in the office, he used to be so fresh and loving. It seemed like drugs, weed, alcohol and partying were his only needs in this world. He didn’t care about anything else...

“Really” by Blackpink started playing and I went to the kitchen, tracing my fingernails on the table with dirty glasses and stained plates, they were from yesterday. Daniel could’ve at least placed them in the dishwasher or cleaned them, this just added another pile of frustration to my endless suffering. “What jerk, sheesh… what a fucking drag.” I scoffed to myself before cleaning the sticky stained floor and kitchen now shining and clean.

“Ugh… I’m so hungry, what quick meal can I make for myself?” I sighed, looking inside the refrigerator, there were not much, an expired carton of milk, rotten apples and some wilted vegetables. I closed my eyes frustrated, Daniel not only made a mess but also ate most of our fresh groceries or leftovers.

“Guess I’ll have to get me something from the supermarket.” I groaned as I put on some Nike black leggings along with a Puma yellow crop top like hoodie, some boots as I ran the spring rain pouring on me as I opened my umbrella before running inside the 7-11 store. I was panting heavily as I let my hoodie down, the cashier smiling at my pink cheeks. I bowed and went to the dairy and drinks section, searching for some banana milk, smoothies, strawberry milk, Yakult and iced coffees.

My basket quickly got filled, as I added a bag of potato chips, shrimp, beef, vegetables, curry and chicken flavored ramen, afterwards a packet with dried Nori, short grain rice, Mochis of all flavors and lastly, I walked to the meat section in the search of some thinly sliced beef for Bulgogi. I minded my own business as I tried to reach it but it was all the way up on top of the shelf.

A mysterious man with a black mask and white cap took it before handing it to me. His cold eyes met my curious yet confused eyes. “Thank you. I, umm…” He scoffed and turned his back before I could say another word. That was strange, there was something about him. His aura so cold and intimidating, almost like drunk Daniel’s eyes.

I shrugged it off my shoulders as I went to pay for all the stuff, placing the groceries in my plastic bags. “Yeobo, that sure is a lot, are you having family over?” Cashier Ahin asked, she always looked out for me even giving me some discount on my prize, she became the replacement of my elder sister Hyejin Lee Meílíng. She’s 29 years and happily engaged to Kwon Hyuk Woo, aged 31 years and a real sweetheart; he’s a responsible man with a Bachelor in medicine, biology and chemistry. They’re in Shanghai, China for their 10th anniversary, enjoying themselves to the fullest and creating many unforgettable memories.

“No, I–…” I said honestly before suddenly changing my words of choice.

“I mean... ‘we’ ran out of groceries. So stocking up the usual food, just a lot this time.” I let out an awkward laugh, nodding to myself. “Well that’ll be 4,500₩ but for you that’s going to be 4,000₩. But treat me to some coffee or a meal next time, Yeobo.” I bowed a few times at her generosity, as I paid and headed out. I was walking with my bags full. I saw a familiar figure with an yellow umbrella in the rain as I ran towards him.

“Hoseok…? Hoooseok! Hoseeeok! What are you doing out here?” He hugged me tightly as he let out a tired and cold breath. “Yah… Y/N, you weren’t answering my phone calls nor answered the door. So I thought something might’ve happened to you.” I let go of the groceries a loud splash sound. “Sorry. I’m very sorry, Hoseok.” I wrapped my arms around him, squeezing him close and tight. We embraced each others as we smiled, then he took the other bag and we hurried back to the apartment.

We made some hot milk tea as we were standing in the kitchen, Hoseok swinging me around as we danced to “Just Dance” by J-Hope. “Ehehe, you can really dance, Hoseok~" He spun me around as he held me up, my feet got swept from the floor as he swung around and sat me down on the counter. “Well thank you, I’m an instructor after all. Anyways how’s it going with you and him? He doesn’t seem to be around here?”

My mood quickly shifted from happy to disappointed real quick. “Him? Daniel? I guess he’s out with some friends, he said he couldn’t be with me today… so it’s all good, aha hah…” I knew lying was the only thing, I could do, after all I didn’t want Hoseok or Namjoon to worry about me or my failed relationship. I knew they both cared about me so deeply, last thing I would do is make them worried and doubtful about Daniel’s trust or love.

“Aish… That’s unusual for him to do, well let’s have fun tonight Y/N!” Hoseok smiled brightly as he got the chicken noodles out of the pot as I added the seasoned sliced beef, green onions and some parsley. “Yeah. Totally! I missed hanging out with you guys! It’s just, there were so many tests and exams to go through also some extra classes for those who scored 0-10.” I sat down on the chair and gave him a pair of chopsticks as we both began slurping our noodles. I licked my lips. “Mmm, Y/N this is so delicious! We really make a great team!” I smiled and nodded, as I finished, we talked for a bit, a few hours passed as it was 6:00 PM.

“Anyways Hoseok, you should head home and change, pick me up at 7:40 PM, okay?”I said as he smiled and nodded, grabbing his yellow ‘Hopeful’ umbrella as he stood in the hall. “Yes, you too Y/N. Wear something a bit sexy for us? Just kidding unless… ahahaha.~” I nodded and gave him a hug and waved.

An hour went by as I woke up from my nap, I drooled on the couch. I got up and showered, putting on some dark red lipstick, along with some cat or fox like mascara and some orchid pink blush on my cheeks for a cutesy yet sexy and fierce look. I put on a short crimson red dress, silver earrings, black laced knee stockings, red white high heels, with a silver necklace, lastly some badass red and white gloves. I went down using the elevator, cause I knew those heels are for dancing not walking down the stairs, I checked my phone as Namjoon hugged me and Hoseok greeted me.

“So which line and station, my guys?” I asked as we began walking, Namjoon in an emerald green suit, his slick silver hair back and matching pants, a light yellow shirt underneath. Hoseok in a yellow Bunny Bugs sweater, slightly wavy dark brown hair, some nice glasses and a pair of Denim blue jeans. We were waiting for the usual line 2.

“We’ll take the line 2 and change into line 1 to finally get off “Sindorim”. No worries, I’m used to line 1.” Namjoon replied as I and Hoseok nodded, clearly clueless with directions as we followed him, around 45 minutes passed. We finally arrived at the station at 08:00 PM. I looked at the dark night filled with gray and dark clouds only a few stars visible as the full moon shone its beams on the street and me.

We showed our IDs and the guard let us in, the music blasting off the speakers and people dancing around like crazy. I passed through as four guys caught my attention they were at the bar, wearing some expensive suits, one of them lightening up a cigarette, a guy with silver hair and blue eyes staring at me up and down before smirking.

“Anyways, what are you are going to get? I’m thinking of the Cherry Wine maybe a Lemon Margarita?” I looked as Namjoon was bopping his head to the music, Hoseok showing his dance moves to the now hyped up crowd.

Wow. I’m really the anti social one of us three, huh?

I went close as we held hands and jumped up like goofballs, then Namjoon twerking his ass as I laughed hard, Hoseok hyping him up as he threw it back, then we started to shake our hips as “Hips don’t lie” by Shakira played out loud.

“I… Neever really knew that sheee could dance like thiiis! She makes a man wanna speak Spanish!~” Both me and Namjoon sang out our lungs as Hoseok looked like a born dancer as his hips swayed at the right time. “Como se llama. Bonitaa, mi casaa, su casaa!~” I felt the rhythm as I shook my body and hips from the left to the right as Hoseok’s hands on mine were guiding me, I didn’t mind, he’s a sweet guy after all and all the attention was on us three now, the crowd getting louder as they hyped us up more.

“I’m on tonight. You know my hips don’t lie. And I’m starting to feel it’s right!~” I danced more with my arms up as Namjoon now held onto my hips, Hoseok filming us on Instagram story and Snapchat. Me and Namjoon posed with peace signs, finger hearts, then gang signs and some goofy expressions. Hoseok now taking hold of my hips as he smiled seeing my movements, all the people whistled at us.

We looked like a couple and for the first time in a long time; I could feel at ease, I didn’t have to be someone special. I didn’t have to be Daniel’s girlfriend. Or Ms. teacher Meílíng or fierce Y/N. I didn’t wanna be somebody. I just wanna be me. Be me.

“–That woman sure got the attention of the crowd so easily, quite impressive, don’t you think?” Taehyung asked as he bit his lips, smirking at the sight of my movements, Yoongi staring at him from the balcony where they stood. Then he looked at me when our eyes met a few times, his gaze wouldn't leave me.

I could've sworn; it was the same man from 7-11 from earlier...

“There’s something unusual about that woman… I can’t put my finger on it, but I feel like I’ve seen or met her before…” Yoongi hummed, thinking deeply about it. “–Taehyung, go get her age, profession and alias for me.” Taehyung nodded as he got down. He moved through the crowd as he came behind me then I swayed my hips and suddenly felt him grinding on me. Yoongi’s eyes widened as I looked up, trying to push him away as he wrapped his arms around my back when our eyes met. “–My apologies, you’re very beautiful, may I ask for your name? I can buy you a desired drink, maybe?” He smiled and held me tightly, leaning in closer as I had my hands on his chest.

Namjoon noticed immediately as he walked over, in his protective and defensive mode. “I’m Lee Meílíng Y/N, a professor at the Seoul National University, 24 years and who the hell are you?” I pushed him off, crossing my arms fiercely, Hoseok wrapping an arm around me acting like my boyfriend. That trick usually worked as I leaned close, hugging his arm. “I’m TaeTae, but you can call me Tae. Maybe we could dance later?” Taehyung put his hands up as he scoffed.

“Didn’t know this pretty lady Y/N had a boyfriend so protective and a great dancer too.” Taehyung scoffed as he disappeared again in the crowd. We all three smiled as we gave each others a high five. “Heh, what a strange guy, trying to flirt with you. Wasn’t it Y/N?” I nodded as I rolled my eyes walking towards the bar, Namjoon ordering for us. “You bet, such a strange fella. He thought I’d throw it back to him. Such a fuckboy.” I said, scoffing as I got my Cherry Wine as I took a sip smiling pleased, Hoseok with his Sprite Vodka, Namjoon with his whiskey.

“7 Rings” by Ariana Grande started playing. “–I thought her face was familiar. That’s a former classmate from elementary and all the way to high school; Meílíng Lee Y/N. The fierce, amazing and sweet girl everyone adored and admired at our school. It’s no surprise that she got many male fans at the University too, tch.” Yoongi huffed when Jungkook looked around as he played Animal Crossing on his iPhone.

Jimin drank a bottle of Soju and lit up a cigarette, looking at Yoongi. “–So you saw her earlier too, didn’t ya?” He nodded as he looked over at me again letting my hair loose from its low twin tails as I rubbed my scalp, my collarbones visible as the drunk guys whistled but I gave them the middle finger.

“Man this is so awesome! Try it Y/N, it’s not too strong, I made sure, that it had a lot of Sprite!” Hoseok smiled as he handed me the glass with a pink straw as I took a sip, the strong taste of vodka kicking in. “Wow. But I still taste the nasty vodka. But it’s alright though, I know you love your Sprite.” We all laughed and finished our drinks, then we danced some more. Two pretty ladies started dancing with Hoseok and Namjoon.

I felt a bit lonely as I danced by myself when someone came behind me and groped my chest. I gasped as I was extremely shocked then I turned around kicking my knee into his balls, who ever that creep was. “Ouch, you fucking wench...” He groaned as Yoongi smirked seeing, how I reacted. “The fuck, you think you were doing to me?! Are you fucking retarded or something?!” The man shouted and held onto his balls, glaring at me. His voice was weak and full of pain. “You bitch, I’ll make sure you pay next time, I see you.” He waddled to his friends and I scoffed. “–That Y/N isn’t as sweet and soft as she used to be though, she’s quite fierce at times.” Yoongi bragged as he got up, looking at the waddling Jayden.

Yoongi walked past me before stopping for a second as our eyes met once again. This time he flashed a quick smirk and a wink before heading to the bar. I stood there, my eyes widen remembering those light brown eyes and white skin.

Min Yoongi, my classmate from elementary to high school. I thought. I wouldn’t meet him ever again. My heart skipped a beat, but why? Do I still like Min Yoongi? I tried to cover my blushing cheeks while walking away from the crowd.

“–Y/N you okay? You seemed like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Namjoon asked, placing a hand on my shoulder, I snapped back to reality as I shook my head. “Namjoon…? N-No it’s just some jerk thought that he could just grope me from behind. But I kicked him in the balls.” We both smirked, clearly impressed by my fierceness as we laughed, Namjoon wrapped an arm around me, then we went back to the bar. This time I just needed some cold water.

“Waah… Y/N, you sure know how to kick ass.” I giggled, drinking all of the water in my glass, as I stretched out arms and neck, the men staring at me as I glared.

No man can make me scared or have control over the feisty, fierce and dangerous woman I am; Y/N Lee Meílíng.

“Need to fix my face, I look like a mess.” They nodded as they drank, clearly these guys had a high alcohol tolerance unlike my weak ass. I walked fiercely through the dance floor, my heels clicking loudly catching the attention of that blonde haired man above on the balcony as he tilted his head watching me. I scoffed sassily, ignoring his eyes as I made my way to the women’s bathroom.

“Act quick, seems like we might have to start a riot. I had enough bullshit… to take care off for today...” Yoongi huffed, running his hand through his blonde hair as Jungkook nodded and tried to search for Seth Mikeson and the BloodHound Gang. I checked myself in the mirror, slowly wiping off the adorable blush makeup with a makeup remover wipe. I had applied earlier as my fox like mascara was still popping. I took my earrings off, putting them in my small cat purse.

“Y/N, you look so beautiful, almost like a wild fox.” Those words made me smile and flustered, Daniel reminding me; to just be myself and not the sweet or shy high school girl, his parents always expected him to date, love and support. I sighed and I clenched my fists, trying to forget about for him, because tonight I just wanted to have fun with Hoseok and Namjoon.

I headed out as I saw them dance and I joined them bopping my head to “Say So” by Doja Cat. “Wooo hooo! Get it Hoseok!” We danced together in sync as Namjoon filmed us, we did finger hearts, a heart with with our hands and lastly forming one big heart with our arms. I also took a selfie of us, me being the small one I stood in the middle of two tall smiling guys. “One of the most fun and best nights with these two gems @K_Namjoon_94 and @J_Hobi_0218” It was midnight as I posted it on my ‘close friends’ story, in case Daniel would get suspicious.

“You take great pictures Y/N, make sure to send them to me later. I want them printed out.” I smiled, nodding and sending them our Messenger group chat, the time was 12:55 AM. I yawned loudly, my legs got tired by the intense dancing with Hoseok, he was an excellent dancer. No kidding, when he says proudly: that he’s a dance instructor.

My head started to spin, I felt dizzy. “You sleepy, Y/N?” I leaned my head on his shoulders as he carried me on his back, I nodded. Namjoon pointed on the leather couch in the lounge before carefully placing me down, my head was resting on his laps. Hoseok’s hands stroking my hair as they massaged my scalp.

“I don’t know… I guess that I was very stressed and burned out today… U-ugh…! So many confused students with the grammar rules. My low alcohol tolerance kicking in too, Daniel and I…” Hoseok nodded, showing an understanding, sympathic and caring attitude towards me.

“Aish… Y/N, you worry too much and doubt yourself again. You know you’ll be able to help your students pass and improve. In regards of Daniel and you. The two of you are unbreakable and inseparable, you of all people should know that. That’s not the fierce and feisty Y/N that I know.” He flashed me a smile, telling me everything would be alright, that I had nothing to worry about. Jung Hoseok really is the best at taking my worries, uncertainty and anxiety away like a sunshine after heavy rain and thunder clouds.

“There you go, some water and pills.” Namjoon handed me a glass of cold water and some headache pills. “Ah… thanks so much you two…” I sat up as I looked around the dancing floor, there were only 20-30 people, high or completely wasted. Though that guy with pathetic pink and blonde hair was still dancing with a lady when he smirked at me, something about him was quite intriguing. The way he danced and got the charms of ladies so easily, his eyes were oh so different and unique. His left eye with one eyelid and his right one with a double eyelid, his perfect and sharp jawline. “–I think I’ll go for one last round of dance before heading home. You two can stay and rest, I know you’re too drunk anyways.” I smiled as I waved, walking to the spotlight once again.

“Playdate” by Melanie Martinez played, those cheerful tunes. I went to the dance floor, Namjoon and Hoseok watching me and gave me their thumbs ups. “–So you’re finally up for a dance, Kitty Cat?~” Taehyung cooed, moving his shoulders and spun on his heel, completely showing off. I scoffed, crossing my arms as I set my hair in a sideways ponytail. “–As if I’ve a boyfriend, you know.” He shook his head, knowing I was obviously lying. “If he really was your boyfriend, why don’t you go over and sit on his laps, give him a smooch with those dark red luscious lips?” My eyes widen, this is the first time a guy figured out so quickly, I was taken back by surprise.

“Hmph…” I sighed to myself, feeling busted by my fake roleplaying. “How did you know that? That trick usually gets most the guys right away and yet, you—” Before I finished my question Taehyung pulled me close wrapping his arms around me as my hands gripped onto his shoulders our eyes gazing into each others eyes. “Listen Kitten, I’m not like other guys you encounter everyday. After all... I’m Kim Taehyung.” He spun me around as he danced with me now my back against his front body as we danced in the disco light. My heart beat fast, I was nervous feeling him so close to me, his moves were smooth and slow. Yoongi shifted his eyes everywhere, but that darn Jayden was nowhere to be found.

“–Did you catch where his location might be?!” Yoongi demanded when Jungkook nodded, pointing at a man sitting on a stool near the bar, ordering a drink. “He’s getting some shots of vodka, but he seems to be alone tonight. Should we just shoot him or confront him?–” He got interrupted before finishing his sentence.

“–Shoot him.” Yoongi scoffed cold and heartlessly when Jungkook sighed before loading the sniper and shot three shot glasses, alerting the people to panic and run away. “The fuck?! Who the fuck?!–” Jayden got up and looked frantically around before seeing the Bangtan members and Yoongi ran down the stairs. Jimin signalled Taehyung to return for back up force as he threw a smoke bomb. “–It was fun chatting with you, but I doubt we’ll see each others next time. So Kitty Cat, here’s my number. Don’t miss me too much.” Taehyung lifted my chin before rubbing it, then he faded away in the distance, I gasped as I was yelling out loud.

“Hoseok, Namjoon, where are you guys?! Guys?!” I heard more gun shots as I fell out of shock and terror on all my four scared to death. What was happening? Were those real gun shots, no way. That kind of stuff only happens in the stupid action or crime movies. Another two or three gunshots this time louder making me flinch as I hugged my knees unable to move. I closed my eyes thinking I would die in this club.

Never feeling the taste of real love, never getting engaged or married to the man of my dreams. Never travelling to the desired countries, never teaching again, never feeling freedom. But most importantly never getting pregnant and having a baby of my own.

It wasn’t until that someone with super strong arms wrapped around me as who ever held me, wanted me out of here alive and safe.

“It’s okay, I got you now, Noona.”

A guy in a yellow suit and cherry pink hair, smiled sweetly and looked at me as I lost conscious. The next thing I knew I was sprawled and laid on the couch, feeling the cold air of the AC and giving me the shivers. I slowly woke up to the sight of my hands and ankles being tied up with tight ropes. I groaned, as I looked around and yelled: “Help, help me! Anybody here? I’ve been kidnapped!” A tall figure appearing, a sly smirk formed on his face as he held up by the hem of my dress.

“So we meet again, Kitten. How was your sleep, was it alright? Or should I say Y/N Meílíng?” Taehyung cooed when my legs began to quiver and my body trembling with fear for what might happen to me. “W-Why did you kidnap me…? Wh-Where are my friends?” I spoke, my voice still shaking from the thought of them being hurt or sailed to a different country. “–Don’t worry about it, if you’re nice and answer my questions. I’ll make sure you’ll get out of here alive and with no bruises. That is… if you play nice and obey everything I say, got it?” I nodded obediently, prepared to do anything to keep them alive and safe. Taehyung grinned as he held me in his arms transferring me to a different room, there was not much light, I noticed some black curtains, dim lighting and a single chair with some ropes on the floor.

“Tae… What are you going to do t-to me…?” I asked nervously as Taehyung placed me on the chair slightly adjusting my arms. Now I was tied to the chair both my ankles and wrists, unable to barge even just a little. “I’m going to play with you for a bit before Boss gets here to interrogate you.” He pulled down my dress a bit, revealing my bare shoulders as he enjoyed the view of me struggling, I felt my heart beat fast. “Tae... please don’t do this to me. I have a boyfriend and it’s Daniel Jones.” He put a finger on my lips as he lifted my chin shushing me.

“Shh. Don’t be scared for a bit of cheating, it makes everyone’s love life a bit more interesting, don’t ya think?~” Taehyung leaned in, whispering in his deep voice as I was beyond scared and I felt the goosebumps all over my body. He kneeled down on one knee as his hand went on my thigh reaching for my panties when the door suddenly clicked and slammed open. It was him, Min Yoongi my former friend and first lover from High school.

“–Kim Taehyung. The fuck are you doing? Get your filthy hands off her. I’m going interrogate her now, get the fuck out of the room.” Taehyung scoffed as he let go of my thigh, shrugging his shoulders as his eyes met Yoongi’s. “Boss. You usually let me do and handle this kind of stuff... Heh.” He left the room and Yoongi walked towards me, his cold, intimidating and straightforward eyes glared into my soul. I could feel my legs tremble and my entire body shaking.

“M-Min Yoongi… W-Why did you kidnap me…? W-What happened–?” I muttered weakly when Yoongi interrupted me as he said a simple sentence, that was enough to make me fear him and realize that not he wasn’t recognizable anymore. “Shut the fuck up. Don’t you dare say my name, you little shit. Or I’ll make sure, that you’ll regret it, Doll.” He pulled me by the hair as I whined and screamed loudly, he dragged me into another room, it was what I suspect to be his office.

And Yoongi threw me on the desk, as he sat on the black leather swivel chair, analyzing my nervous interior. “I’m sorry…” I managed to say when he grabbed my chin, yelling at me and cussing me out before threatening me.

This was not the Min Yoongi I knew anymore. He could throw the whole world into chaos, I’ve got to do something...

“–You don’t seem to be, after all you did leave me and forgot all about the things between you and me. Tch! Your sweet Daniel loves you, two guy best friends and the dream job of a professor at one of the best universities in Seoul. Go lucky and happy ending for the Princess Doll, huh?�� My eyebrows furrowed listening to the hurt in his voice and the harsh words.

It was all painful for me to hear it... But it was the truth, wasn’t it?

“I didn’t want leave you, it wasn’t my choice. Besides you liked Moon Byul Yi anyways, the beautiful and miraculous rapper. I don’t get, why you’re so upset? That people move on and don’t dwell on the past...” I asked cluelessly, staring at him in disbelief. “–We’re grown ups, after all adults make decisions and life changes.” I concluded when Yoongi clenched his fists and jaw, tilting his head in anger as he grabbed me by my silver necklace, I choked a bit gasping for air. “–I’m fucking tired of lies and excuses, you clearly didn’t care for me when we graduated High school. You little shit Doll, you always play games with people’s thoughts or feelings. But I don’t have any emotions anymore, thanks to you.” He let go of me as he crossed his arms then frowned staring at me sheer cold.

“I’m selling you off for a high prize to Seth Mikeson. I think that rapist is going to torture and ruin you. He wants to remove your organs and sell it to the black market too. Maybe the dark web is where your corpse will be. But with your two friends… I still don’t know what to do with them. I should get rid of them with my own two hands.” My eyes shifted to glare, all of a sudden I felt something snap in me. Jung Hoseok and Kim Namjoon were the only two people that I loved with all of my heart, besides my parents and elder sister. The thought of them getting killed by a supposedly former best friend of theirs would shock and break their hearts into thousands of pieces.

I wouldn’t let Min Yoongi get away with this, it doesn’t matter how much I will cry, suffer or bleed. I won’t let him touch them or hurt them. I took a deep inhale as tears scrolled down cheeks.

“You listen here… I don’t care what you do to me, my organs or if that bastard Seth Mikeson rapes and tortures me. If I end up on the black market or the dark web. None of that matters to me! However if you as much lay or touch a strand of Kim Namjoon’s and Jung Hoseok’s hair. Then I will fucking kill you. I will haunt you even in your deepest and darkest dreams!” I snapped as Yoongi’s eyes widen. Shocked by my words as I saw the pissed off hellfire in his light brown eyes. He got up, grabbed me by the throat as he choked me and slammed me down on the desk. I struggled to breathe as I choked by his grip, I tried to remove his hand but he was too strong for me. I felt my tears run down my eyes. My vision getting white and blurry, losing my consciousness slowly and surely.

“You talk a lot of shit for a small, helpless, and weak Doll like you.” Yoongi grit his teeth and sneered, I tried to get his hand away from me. “–I’m going to let you go this time, however make sure I never ever see that ugly crying face of yours again. I don’t ever want to see you, Y/N Lee Meílíng.” He huffed, eyeing me one last time as I listened to the hurt in his voice. Finally he let go of me, my breathing began returning slowly. I felt my chest rise up and down, I gasped for air desperately. He had his back turned too as he stared out of the window, it seemed like our conversation ended like that. I felt sad, betrayed, devastated and my heart shattered into million of pieces.

“Make sure to forget about everything and do not as much as inform anyone, unless you don’t your very own cherish pathetic life.” Yoongi said, looking one last time at me, I instantly got up as I waddled out of the office. Still tied up as I struggled to open the door, only to see Park Jimin opening it as his blue eyes widen in surprise.

“–So you’re actually letting her go? That’s not a good idea.” Jimin said as he closed the door, pulling me aside to the wall as I looked down, he cut the ropes around my wrists and ankles. He flashed me a sweet smile, but I was frightened to even smile back or trust anyone in this mansion. “–Where are the others? My friends Namjoon and Hoseok? I need to see them...” He pointed downstairs as I immediately rushed downstairs when I fell down hard, the thudding sound so loud and my body could feel the hard impact from falling.

“–Y/N, Jesus Christ be careful!” Namjoon helped me up as Hoseok hugged me close, embracing me. “Please be careful, I thought we might had lost you. Come on let’s head home.” He said calmly, I simply nodded as they helped me to car, the guy who kidnapped me. I believed his name was Jungkook, he drove us to Seoul station. Yoongi clenched his hands until they were white as he closed his eyes in frustration. He was watching us get into the car but I didn’t want to ever meet his terrifying gaze or cold, empty and lifeless eyes ever again.

“Make sure to forget about everything and do not as much as inform anyone, unless you don’t your very own cherish pathetic life.” Yoongi’s alarming words echoed in my mind as I shook my head, closing my eyes. When Namjoon let me rest my head on his shoulder as Hoseok held my hand, caressing it.

I felt so useless, all because I got kidnapped, I could’ve have lost two of my most precious people in my life.

“–Suga, why did you call off the deal with Seth. I thought you finally wanted to end this once and for all?” Jimin asked as Yoongi took off his glasses while typing stuff to his laptop. “For Seth, using Y/N as my supposedly ‘lover’ and bait for him that isn’t enough to please that rapist, psychopath, murder and criminal. Besides, he can’t get much out of an ordinary professor at a University and Y/N was just a hostage, Jungkook grabbed by accident thinking, it was Jayden. But that dipshit got away, so I had to use someone else.” Yoongi thought back to my words as he pressed his lips together.

You really have changed Y/N, hold onto your dear pathetic friends. We went to the usual line 2 as we got off at Gangnam Station.

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My Brother's Keeper

At long last, this fic is finished. It never seemed completely done until now. Thank you for your support and patience! I apologize for the length, but I have no clue how to shorten it under a "read more" link yet. 💜

My Brother’s Keeper:

Jimin woke up the morning after their latest performance feeling more tired than when he had gone to sleep the night before. They had out done themselves with this most recent show. ARMY had screamed so loudly that they could barely hear themselves speak or sing. The love of the fans gave them the strength and stamina when they felt utterly spent. The vocalist stretched, feeling his neck and shoulders loosen and pop. He yawned, and immediately winced as his throat protested. Yes, he had sung his heart to ARMY, but he didn’t think he had overdone this much.

A pathetic sound shook him out of his thoughts. It sounded like a cross between a whine and a groan. Since Taehyung’s room was right next to his, it was a safe bet that the odd noise had come from there. There were no other sounds that he could hear. Jimin quietly moved past the closed door to Tae’s room and out into the common areas of the dorm. It was already after 10am… How had he slept so late?...

As he passed the kitchen, a colorful piece of notepaper caught his eye. He instantly recognized Hobi-hyung’s large bold handwriting.

{Jiminie!!! I know that you will be up long before Taehyungie will be. Rapmon, Yoongi-hyung and I will be at the new recording studio working on the new rap sections of the new songs. Kookie wanted to come along, once we woke him up enough. Oh, our little Jungkookie! He wanted to come and rap with his hyungs! Cute!

Just so you know, Seokjin-hyung left this morning to visit his family before we get really busy again., so the manager is taking him. He made breakfast before he left, so help yourselves sleepyheads! We will see you later.

Yoongi took our phones away, so that we don’t get distracted during recording… TT.TT He’s so cranky in the mornings… Just because I woke him by laying down over top of him… so grumpy. Oh, well… Enjoy your rest day!}

Well, that explained the unusual silence in the dorm. Jimin smiled at the idea of J-Hope-hyung waking Yoongi-hyung up that way. At times, Hobi-hyung’s infectious energy and dramatic flair reduced Min Yoongi to breathless fits of giggles, but sleep was sacred to the oldest rapper and he kept such abnormal hours when he was producing songs, that most people (that wanted to live until their next birthday) gave him a wide berth when he was sleeping.

Despite the closeness that the maknae line had with their hyungs, there were still some boundaries that you just didn’t cross over. With Seokjin-hyung, you should never leave food out of the fridge or forget to tell him that you used the last of an ingredient, so he could buy more. With Rapmon-hyung, you didn’t mess around during interview practice. Hobi-hyung, although usually the perpetual optimist and good-natured, was a strict dance teacher and the neatest member of BTS dorm. He also flatly refused to tolerate dirty clothes being left on the bathroom floor or in common areas. Min Suga-hyung… let’s just say the Maknae line learned quickly when not to pester or tease him. The rapper could be like a pressure cooker: his feelings clamped down and hidden until he was pushed beyond his typical stoicism, for good or bad.

Jimin shook his head, at the thought of Hobi-hyung’s antics, as he went to get juice from the fridge. He found that he wasn’t very hungry, which for him was to be expected after a show, but the dryness and rough feeling in his throat needed to be dealt with. He glanced out of the window, the day was overcast and promised to be cooler than the last 3 days. The cold tile floor of the kitchen made him shiver.

He headed to the living room with his drink and sat cross-legged on the sofa, letting his neck stretch out over the low back of the couch. As he sipped at the juice, he looked through his upcoming schedule on his phone. Today he was free and tomorrow, but the next day was a promotional event for the new album.

From where he sat, he heard a door open and close again, followed by a shuffling sound of slippers. Taehyung must be up then. The second youngest member appeared in the entry to the common area, swathed in a thick robe and a warm looking scarf. His face was still puffy from sleep and he walked as though each step was a trial of endurance, whining pathetically.

“Jimbinie!!! I thig I’b dying! Take care of Tan for be when I’b gone!” The slightly younger boy dragged himself over to Jimin and promptly curled up on the couch with his head in Jimin’s lap, facing the other vocalist’s stomach, “I’b soooo tired and… RAESSSHH!!! I keep sneezing. I thig we and out of tissues. Ughhh… I used so many last night. My nose hurts…”

Jimin rolled his eyes at the younger singer’s ingrained inability to cover himself when he sneezed. No one’s ears or clothes were safe around Tae when his allergies got to him. Or… when he was sick…

With that thought, Jimin gently placed a caring hand onto the forehead of the squirming lump in his lap that was still bemoaning his bad luck.

“... And my face will never look the same as it did! I’b sure of it! Mby nose looks worse than when I got that sunburn last year. Do you thig that the Stylist-Noona could help…? Hmmm, maybe not…” Tae paused to unleash a violent double, “REFFFTT!!! HAESSSCH!”

Jimin blinked in the wake of the gale-force trauma. Taehyung had been so absorbed in his thoughts that again he hadn’t turned away at all and had sprayed Jimin’s face and outstretched arm as well. The older boy struggled with feelings of disgust for a moment, but just sighed, wiping his face with a clean part of the t-shirt he had slept in.

“Well, at least you don’t seem to have a fever. You just caught a cold, Tae-tae. Did you take any medicine?”

Tae thought about that idea for a moment, before shaking his head,

“Not yet. I hadn’t thought about it.” His face lit up like a light bulb, “Oh! We should ask Seokjin-hyung, if he has some!” The younger man always thought Jin had the answer, no matter what the question was. Jimin shook his head and started to reply, only to have his voice come out as a barely audible squeak. He cleared his throat with a wince. Definitely, a sore throat, then. Either he hadn’t noticed how tight his throat had been while he was performing last night or… could he be getting sick too? He could worry about that later. He tried again,

“Seokjin-hyung is visiting his family today. The others are brainstorming for the rap sections of the new songs at the studio.” Jimin chewed his lip thoughtfully, since he was the only member close by and he was older, he would have to be a good hyung to Tae until the others were back. He eased a protesting Taehyung off of his lap and pulled the fluffy throw blanket that decorated the couch over the younger member. “I will check to see if we have any medicine and then I’ll come right back.” Tae’s lower lip protruded about an extra inch, but he nodded in agreement.

Returning to the kitchen, Jimin began to comb through the cabinet for the members’ first aid supplies and medicines. He was forced to pause his search as an urgent tickle formed just behind the bridge of his nose. The feeling was so strong that he shuddered as it pitched him forward the soft but intense, "Hiiphhitshu!", sneezing into cupped hands. This amplified and changed the noise making it sound hollow and tired to his own ears. He sniffled against his wrist experimentally. Good, his nose hadn't started running. That would have been embarrassing. He finished searching first the kitchen, followed by the two bathrooms. For all his efforts, he had found only an empty foil pack of cold pills in the bathroom closest to Namjoon-hyung's room. Great..

Returning to the living room, Jimin found the younger member fast asleep, his arms clamped like a vice around a throw pillow. The sight made him smile. He had to go and get back quickly. Jimin wrote a quick note saying he was going to the small corner store down the road to get more medicine. He attached the note to the water bottle and left it on the table where Tae would see it.

Jimin wanted to get this errand done as quickly as he could, so that the others would have one less thing to worry about when they got back. He grabbed his comfortable sneakers and left, jogging down the sidewalk.

The day was darkened by granite colored clouds shifting overhead. Jimin felt a drop of rain fall onto his hair, then another hit his forehead. This drop rolled down his nose, triggering a pair of ticklish sneezes, "iiiphitchhhuuuuuh! Hiisshhu!" This time he felt his nose start to drip, he wiped the liquid away with a knuckle, and shivered as another drop struck his neck and ran down his back under his t-shirt.

It was then that he realized that he hadn't changed before leaving. He was in the same comfy pair of sweatpants and t-shirt that he had slept in. He hadn't even thought about bringing a jacket with him. He would have to move faster then… He began to run as more drops fell, changing the world around him.

About 5 minutes later, he entered the small, locally-owned store. He bowed an apology to the granny behind the counter for getting her floor wet. She brushed off the apology and said,

"It's no trouble. You shouldn't be out walking in this type of weather like this. Please be careful of your health."

Jimin grinned, touched by her kindness and sniffled before asking if she sold any cold medicine. She clucked over him and his wet clothes with grandmotherly gusto, and led him to a small section of tablets and dissolvable medicines. Jimin selected both nighttime and daytime cold pills and a few boxes of tissues. As he walked up to the register to pay, he happened to glance outside. His face fell; the rain was coming down a lot harder now.

"Um… Halmeoni? You wouldn't sell umbrellas here would you?" He asked sheepishly, feeling like a grade schooler who hadn't studied for a pop quiz.

The older woman shook her head,

"I'm sorry, young man, but we sold our last one this morning. I don't even own one to lend you, since I live just upstairs."

Jimin reassured her that he would be alright and tied the tops of the bags shut tightly to protect the purchases from the weather, before leaving the store. The rain was like a curtain, making it harder to see and hear. He was running, but he was still getting drenched. The lower parts of his pants were wet up to his shins. His shirt was worse, but the most annoying part was his hair being plastered to his forehead, dripping cold water into his eyes.

The temperature outside seemed to drop as he ran. His strong legs, used to dancing, did not do as well at dodging puddles. He hunched his shoulders against the chilly breeze that blew more of the downpour into his face, and pushed himself to run across the street to the turn off for the dorm.

A passing car heedlessly finished what the weather had started, sending a spray of water over Jimin, like a miniature tidal wave. With a soft curse, he kept running until he reached the overhang of the door to the dorm. Although he personally thought not many situations warranted this type of language, he was sure this was one of the few that did. He could feel the congestion building in his head, as he entered the warmer building.

Jimin slumped against the door as it closed behind him, his soaked shirt and pants clung to him like a second skin. He doubled over as the need to sneeze overpowered him again, his hair raining droplets as he shook from cold and the force of the sneezes,

"H'diiitssh! Hiiiissssh!" He sniffled and let out a small groan of displeasure. He dropped the bags inelegantly to the floor and stumbled as he tried to remove his shoes and peeled off his socks, heading straight to his room. Once he had changed into dry clothes, he really wasn't shivering that much… just more than he would like to be. Over the dry sweatpants and tee, he put on the warmest sweater he had. It was about two sizes too big for him, but that added warmth. His hair was still wet, but he really should check on Taehyung.

Upon entering the living room, he found Taehyung awake and watching Iron Man on the couch, he was giggling at the puns and sniffling by turns. When the younger member saw Jimin, he started.

"Whooah! What happened? I woke up and you were gone. Did you just get out of the shower?"

Jimin just smiled, amused by Tae's obliviousness to the note on the water bottle he held.

"I had to go get a few things…"

Taehyung interjected with a loud,

"HAAAEFFT!", again aiming openly at the air in front of him. Jimin frowned, wiping water away that was dripping from his hair. He untied the bags and gave one of the boxes of tissues to the younger member. He popped 2 tablets into Tae's hand with a weary smile, "Here, these should help you to not feel so bad."

Taehyung thanked him enthusiastically, but noticed that Jimin's hand was shaking as he was handing over the pills… and the not so subtle sniffle into the cuff of his sweater sleeve.

"Jiminie! You aren't sick too, are you…?"

Jimin wanted to crawl under the carpet. Tae would pick now to pay attention… Fixing a smile on his face, he opted for a safe answer,

" It's rainy and cold outside, Tae." Taehyung frowned,

"But that's not what I asked?"

Jimin was saved from answering by the sound of a commotion by the front door. Hoseok, Namjoon, and Yoongi-hyungs came in followed shortly after by Jungkook. All were mostly dry, but looked tired and ready to relax for a change. Jungkook and Namjoon-hyung were squabbling over English spellings for the rap verses.

Hobi yelled over the din that he was going to grab a shower.

"I don't have time to get sick!"

Jimin heard this comment and mentally kicked himself. None of the group had time to be sick right now. He was just going to cause problems for everyone, he should just hole up in his room until the worst was over. Better that, than to have the group incapacitated because of him.

Min Yoongi, ignoring the battle of Leader vs. Maknae, came into the living room. He blinked in surprise as he saw Tae and Jimin. His normally sleepy eyes taking in Tae's pale face and chapped nose, all the cold pills and tissues on the table, and finally Jimin.

"What in the hell happened to you two?"

Jimin blushed, but again was in-tae-rupted. Taehyung was holding out both arms to Yoongi like a giant sized toddler while still sitting on the couch. He barely recognized the sneeze that tore out of him like a freight train,

"HAAARESSSSH! HYUUUUUNGG! Welcombe back!"

The quiet rapper walked over to Tae and gently, but firmly lowered the younger man's arms. Yoongi-hyung's dark eyes searched Tae's face and the older member laid a soft hand on the vocalist's cheek. After a moment, Min Yoongi exhaled, apparently his examination showed no signs of fever. Taehyung closed his eyes, enjoying the attention from his hyung. This was poorly thought out, however as he received a hard flick to the forehead from the exasperated man in front of him. Tae clutched at his forehead and cried out with exaggerated protestations.

"Yoongi-hyung! Why would you do that to me?!? I'b sick!"

"Exactly, babo! What business did you have getting sick anyway? Damn it, this is going to be a long day." The older man rubbed at his own face vigorously with both hands, as if trying to wake himself up from a nightmare.

Hearing Taehyung's cry of indignation, the leader and maknae entered the living room. Kim Namjoon saw immediately that Tae was mostly fine, since Yoongi-hyung had been sure of this enough to reprimand the young vocalist. The leader knew the other rapper well enough to know that if Tae was really in bad shape, Min Yoongi would have been full of quiet concern, instead of lectures. Tae was pouting now with all his might, causing Kookie to burst into a fit of giggles. The leader smiled and added insult to injury by saying,

" Yoongi-hyung is right, Taehyungie! You should have taken better care of yourself." Rapmon glanced at Yoongi, whose attention had shifted to the other vocalist, who was trying his best not to shiver, without much success.

"Why is your hair so wet?" Demanded the older rapper, imperiously. Jimin flushed bright pink again and couldn't bring himself to meet the older man's penetrating gaze. When Jimin hesitated, Rapmon moved towards him purposefully. He felt Jimin's face and neck as the younger man shivered violently at the touch of his hyung's cool hands on his skin.

"H-hyung… his skin is like ice!" Namjoon actually stammered in his surprise. Yoongi-hyung's eyebrows instantly met each other in the middle of his forehead, the only visual indication of concern that he ever really showed. The older rapper joined the younger in front of Jimin. His long-fingered hands, felt carefully for the glands through Jimin's neck. He raised an eyebrow as the vocalist winced at the tenderness in his throat.

Jimin sighed in defeat. He had tried so hard not to give his hyungs any reason to worry about him. He felt tears prick the corners of his eyes and quickly blinked them back. Min Yoongi proceeded to feel the young man's forehead, frowning. He asked much more gently,

"What happened, Jiminie?"

Jimin inhaled, but instead of words, he suddenly released a congested sneeze into cupped hands. His head shook, not unlike a dog shaking off bath water, and the same type of result happened. RM and Yoongi shielded themselves with their arms as the raindrops were redistributed around the room. Jimin sat down hard and buried his face in his hands and murmured an apology.

He heard Rapmon's deep voice, "Don't." The one word had multiple implications.

Jimin raised his head shyly and saw four pairs of eyes looking at him. Tae had come off of the couch and was scooting along on his bottom until he was right beside Jimin. He wrapped his arms around the sicker boy and looked up at Kookie, Yoongi-hyung and Rapmon-hyung's faces.

"You weren't here and I wasn't feeling well. Jiminie-hyung went to get medicine." Tae said sweetly.

Namjoon's eyes widened,

"You… you were out?... in that?" His voice cracked in shock, as he gestured wildly at the window, showcasing the pelting rain still falling outside. Jimin nodded, a single tear trickled down his cheek.

"We should have checked on you both this morning and… Jimin… are you… oh no, don't cry, Chim-chim!" Jungkook looking shattered, crouched down and wiped away the teardrop and the next two that fell, as he spoke. Yoongi-hyung's hand moved Kookie aside gently, and helped Jimin to stand putting an arm around the younger man's back.

"Namjoonie, get Jimin to bed, I'm going to make some soup for him and Tae. Keep him warm, we don't want him getting worse." The oldest rapper turned to Jungkook and told him " Kookie, go grab a towel and some of the cold pills for Jimin."

Jimin,quiet until now, was pushed beyond his emotional limit. He had made such a mess of things. He felt at that moment that the earth swallowing him up would be preferable, to being guided by Rapmon from the living room. He broke down in heartbroken sobs.

"Hyung! I'm so sorry! I wanted you to not have to worry about Tae. But I just made things worse!" Tears were streaming down his cheeks and Jimin was pretty sure his nose was running too. Rapmon took a gentle hold of the young singer's shoulders, giving him a gentle shake.

"You never make anything worse. You, me, all of us. We are a team, we rise or fall together. You are doing your best just like we all are. Everyone needs someone. We are just lucky to have 6 people each that care more about us than anyone else in the world. And caring means showing your whole self to your family. Good, bad, all of it."

Jimin wiped his eyes on his sleeves, and sniffled, his breathing reduced to small, shuddering pants. Namjoon-hyung was still looking at him with kindness. Not angry or frustrated with him as most people would be, when dealing with such an inconvenience after a long day of work (which they loved in spite of the stress).

In Jimin's room, the leader of BTS pulled back the covers from the bed and helped Jimin to get into bed. Rapmon was not liking the lack of color in Jimin's face.

"Can you tell me how you are feeling?" He asked, not wanting to put additional pressure on the sick younger man,

"I want to be able to help…" after a moment's pause, he added, "It's a curse… if I am not helping, I am not alive." He grinned, showing off his dimples,

"Seriously, when you aren't feeling well, tell us. It gives me a good feeling, if I can help someone. Did you feel good helping Tae?"

Jimin nodded slowly, his emotional breaking point had come and gone, leaving only bone deep exhaustion behind it. He lay back against the pillows and sighed, as his hyung pulled the covers up around him.

"Okay, then, it's the same for all of us hyungs. Having someone rely on you is scary sometimes, but it's the best when you or Tae-tae or Kookie have an easier time because we could help you through something hard. This,..." Rapmon said, gesturing to Jimin's tissues and tear stained sweater,

"This is your "something hard" right now. Okay? I really want to help you feel better; anything I can do to help, I'd love to make this easier on you." Slowly, Jimin reached out and took his leader's hand. Rapmon gave his hand a reassuring squeeze.

"My throat, it hurts a lot. It wasn't this bad earlier. My head is stuffy, and it's hard to breathe sometimes. I'm sneezing a lot, and tired, but I think I will be okay after food and rest."

Namjoon smiled at Jimin and ruffled his hair tenderly. Jimin felt the tell tale prickling feeling and scrabbled to get tissues in time, flinging himself away from Rapmon. He sneezed wetly into the tissues,

"H'phhhiish!! Isssh! Hih-hhhhssshuu!"

"Wow!" Namjoon applauded comedically. Jimin smiled falteringly, before turning serious, anxious eyes on his leader.

"You should go, Hyung… I don't want any of you getting sick because of me." The worse case scenario played out in his head in an instant, of 7 ill members unable to sing or dance properly, unable to greet fans and compounding illness with exhaustion. This thought chasm was sinking him lower into the same feelings of self-loathing and anger at his own weakness again.

To Jimin's utter shock, instead of shying away or agreeing with him, the leader of BTS pulled the younger man into a tight embrace.

"We are a team." Namjoon repeated firmly, "If I left you all alone feeling this way, I would never be able to forgive myself or call myself a leader. We love you, Jiminie! We can't and won't just abandon you in here. You'll never get rid of us."

There was a soft knock on the door, before Tae popped his head in.

"I'b coming in…" The other sick boy shuffled his way to the bed, and climbed in with Jimin. Jimin started to protest that he didn't want Tae getting worse, but Taehyung only smiled and cuddled up to his next oldest friend and said matter-of-factly,

"Suga-hyung is bringing soup and he told me to come in here."

The door opened to reveal Jungkook with the promised towel and behind him came Yoongi carrying a tray with two bowls of soup. Kookie began to dry of Jimin's hair at long last and placed the towel like a shawl over the older boy's shoulders.

Yoongi passed the steaming bowls to the two sick maknae line members and nodded in satisfaction as they began to eat. His hand came to rest on top of Jimin's head in a comforting gesture.

"No more keeping things from your hyungs…" stated Yoongi-hyung flatly, "Even if I take the others' phones away so that they focus for 10 seconds in a row, mine is still always on. We can't leave all the singing to Kookie, or he'll get more full of himself than he is already." The startled a laugh out of the sick pair.

Suddenly, the laughter was broken by a frustrated yell coming from the bathroom,

"Where the @#$! is my towel?!?!?" Hobi screeched.

Everyone turned to look at Jungkook, who shrugged, and burst out laughing. Jimin felt his insecurities fade as his family's laughter rang out through the dorm. With them, he was home.

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