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᯾Emeto ᯾mentions of vom!t᯾blood᯾Not medically accurate᯾Stomach ulcer᯾

Sickie: Namjoon

Caretaker: ot7

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"Are you sure you want to go to that meeting Joon?" Hoseok asks voice laced with worry. "I have to go anyway so it's not much of a choice" the younger man sighs. Namjoon was currently having a terrible night. He had really bad stomach ache which was probably due to stress. The group were having a big meeting tomorrow morning but obviously he had to answer majority of the questions as the leader of the group. It got so bad that mentioning it or even thinking about it made his stomach hurt more. And now the members were all gathered around him trying to ease the pain.

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"Just don't think about it hyung." "Yeah you'll do a great job!" Jungkook and Taehyung said encouragingly. "Thanks ,Namjoon whinces gripping his abdomen tighter, but can we please stop talking about that? I think it's making my stomach hurts more." "Sorry."

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Today was the day. The meeting and to make matters worse Namjoon didn't get any sleep last night he was in to much painy join us?"Yoongi teases "Oh,good morning Namjoon. You feeling better" "No. I feel worse" Joon Moans. "Maybe you should eat hyung"Jimin suggests.

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He's sure eating will make him feel way better but when he see the plate of pancakes in front of him, Namjoon feels his stomach churn uncomfortably. He can feel the colour in his face slowly draining. "How come you're not eating?" Taehyung questions. " I'm not hungry and I feel nauseous." "Awe poor thing" " I hate to interrupt ,Yoongi starts,but we've got to go to this meeting." Shit..

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When the members entered the meeting room,Namjoon felt his stomach churn even harder than it was before. He new that he was screwed but he'd like to just hope he wasn't. The meeting dragged on and on and Namjoon felt worse and worse. To be honest half through the meeting the pain got so bad that Namjoon couldn't focus on what people were asking him so the others would help him.

>>>After the meeting>>>

Once the meeting had ended Namjoon practically legged outside to get some fresh air. He steadied himself up against and let out a shaky breath. "Namjoon-ah! You did so well" Jin calls out but before anyone can say anything else Namjoon gags into his hand then stumbles to the metal bin in front and throws up. "Hyung that's blood!" Jungkook. Joon was swaying dangerously before his eyes rolled back in head. Luckily Taehyung and Jimin had caught him before he fell.

>>> At the hospital >>>

Namjoon slowly opens his eyes "W-what happened..?" " Aw Joonie your finally awake." Hobi smiles. "You had a stomach ulcer darling" Jin says answering the joon's question. The doctors had checked Namjoon and found he had a ulcer they prescribed some medicine for him to reduce the amount of his stomach acid. Namjoon had to stay in the hospital a little longer but bts were there by his side and weren't they leaving any time soon.

I'm sure this makes no sense cause it was kinda rushed but I hope you enjoyed it💜

2 in 1

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: OT7

TW: Emeto, mentions of vom!t

Based around Lys tour in london Jungkook has his foot injury here.

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(17:30) In the car to Wembley stadium

"Everything should go perfectly as long as we stick to what we practiced in rehearsals" Hoseok says. "Yeah and we've got to work extra hard since it's the last London concert. For Army" Seokjin adds. The members all hum in agreement.

The car is silent for a second but its soon broken by Jungkook gripping his stomach and letting out a low groan. He was very much hoping for it to go unnoticed and luckily for him somehow it did.

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(17:45) At Wembley

It was 15 minutes till the show and During the drive to the stadium Jungkook had developed a stomach ache. He thought it might of been motion sickness because, even though he never gets it, there's a first time for everything. But now he's thinking it's something bigger.

"Yoongi-hyung... Have you got that bottle of antacids with you?" Jungkook asks sheepishly. "Why? What's wrong, are you sick?" "I'm not sick. My stomach just feels off. I think it's just nerves" "Okay but I think it's best if you take a antacid just in case" Yoongi says patting the boys shoulder.

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The concert has been going on for about an hour and Jungkook felt like ass. His stomach ache had turned into his stomach churning and he felt awfully nauseous. Just for today jungkook was happy that he hurt his foot, because he could sit down and didn't have to dance. Which wouldn't be good on his stomach..

After doing this last song the group would be taking a break and jungkook decided that he was gonna tell the others how he was feeling.

>>>

All the other members where so caught up listening to army sing ('Cause it's army time) that they didn't realise the youngest wasn't with them. He was going to tell his hyungs he wasn't feeling that great, but his nausea got the best of him and now Jungkook was puking his guts out in the bathroom. After he had finished, Jk washed his mouth out with water trying to get rid of the bitter taste in it and then went to inform the others about what happened.

>>>

Everyone is still gathered near the curtain listening to army when Jungkook sits gingerly on one of the sofa's letting out a soft groan ,which this time was heard by one member. His hand is on his stomach and his eyes are closed.

"Kooks?" A confused Jimin says walking over to the younger man. Jungkook let's out another involuntary groan this time getting everyones attention. His fingers growing paler as squeezes his abdomen. "Jungkook-ah are you okay does your stomach still hurt" Yoongi questions

"Mm and I threw up c-can one of you get the m-medic" Jungkook winces. "Yeah baby I'll go" Hoseok quickly says before running off. "What do you mean does his stomach still hurt?" "Jungkook said his stomach hurt earlier because of nerves. I gave him a antacids to help but it doesn't look like it did.."

Hoseok comes back with the medic but him nor the other members get find out what's wrong with kookie because they have to go back on stage. As the others go onto stage they look back at Jungkook, He's throwing up a lot and there's medics all around him.

>>> On stage <<<

"Hey army.. As you can see jungkookie isn't here.." Jin starts before letting Namjoon take over. "He isn't feeling so well he's back stage right now. So since there's only one song left we were wondering if we could end the show now to look after him" Army all make sounds of agreement of course they'd let the guys take care of the sick maknae.

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"Jungkook we're back. Did they say what was wrong with you?" Taehyung asks his voice is laced with concern "Food poisoning and Gastroenteritis. Ugh.. I feel so gross." "Oh you poor thing how'd you catch 2 bugs" "I don't know.."

"c'mere group hug" The members all gather round the youngest and hug him tight he knows if the members are with him he'll feel a lot better. "Ouch. hyungs to tight." "Sorry kookie-ah" Yoongi coos "Oh god I'm gonna be sick again."

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This is Jungkook's earlier bday fic 💜💜

Do you think I should make a part 2? Also thanks for reading 💗🥺

Just Dance, It'll be okay

Sickie: Taehyung

Caretaker: Ot7

Tw: Emeto, scat, medically inaccurate, slight blood.

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For Today's RUN BTS, the guys would be doing just dance. They'd been split into 2 teams: Hoseok, Taehyung, and Jungkook in one and Jin Yoongi Joon and Jimin in the other.

All they had to do was score high points on the dances and then the winning team would be rewarded with a special gift from the staff. That be totally easy, right? 

Wrong. They almost weren't able to film because Taehyung kept complaining about how his stomach felt sore and heavy. Now usually, the members would've let him stay in the dorm but filming that episode was the only thing they had left to do that day sit the boys decide they should all just go and Taehyung could just rest between takes if he needed to.

So now, Taehyung's busting his guts trying to keep up with Jungkook and Hobi's dance moves. "How are you guys dancing so fast?" he says in deep amazement." It's just skill hyung." Jungkook giggles.

"4 stars not too bad" Hoseok chuckles to himself, all his years of dancing were to thank for such a high score. "Good job Hoba four stars are great, but my team's definitely gonna get 5," Jin says, playfully hitting Hoseok's shoulder. "Oh, you're so on hyung!" The twos banter is soon interrupted by Taehyung mumbling something about needing the bathroom and him swiftly walking off.

While eavesdropping on his hyungs conversation the vocalist's stomach started bubbling, causing everything inside of him to be stirred up and pushed down. When he arrived at the toilets he managed to catch a quick glimpse of himself in the mirror before running into a stall. He didn't look too bad.

The second Taehyung sits on the toilet his stomach cramps and warm mush begins to leave his body at a rapid pace. He can't remember the last time he had the runs but he's pretty sure it never sucked this much. Luckily for him though, it ends as quickly as it started.

As Tae washes his hands he looks at his face in the mirror again he looks bad now, his face was pale, his cheeks were flushed and to top it all off he was beginning to feel nauseous. God, how was he going to keep filming this episode?

After giving himself a small pep talk taehyung walks back into the filming room his hand placed discreetly on his stomach. "Hey Taehyung, how're you feeling?" Namjoon asks he'd been waiting for the boy to see how he was holding up since earlier.

"I don't feel that well hyung, Taehyung mumbled, can we.. go home, please. Namjoon looks at the second youngest, it's true he doesn't look well at all but they only have one dance left to film so they can't leave yet.

"Aw, Taehyungie, I'm so sorry but we can't leave yet, Namjoon starts guiltily, We have one dance left to film then we can go okay?" Taehyung doesn't say anything he only nods his head gently and walks off plastering on a fake smile ready for the cameras.

Namjoon truly does feel bad for not taking Taehyung home but the director is strict and won't let them without a valid reason and something tells him a stomach ache won't count as a good enough excuse. Hopefully, Tae could cope with one last dance.

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If the was a hole in the ground right now taehyung would 100 per cent let it swallow him. This last dance was taking a real toll on his already aching belly. The dance had way too many spins and jumps in it and it was making him feel extremely unwell.

As the song starts to come to a close the boy can't withstand the pain anymore and doubles over cradling his abdomen, causing his teammates to look at him in complete shock and worry. "Woah there, are you okay tae?" "My s-stomach hurts"

Hoseok and Jungkook and everyone else except Namjoon had forgotten the main vocalist wasn't feeling the best. Jimin runs over to the boy and hugs him before cooing "My poor Taehyungie" Taehyung hugs his friend back and pulls away shortly after.

"Can we go home now, please?" No one hesitates to say yes as they grab their stuff and leave. The car ride back to the dorm is filled with lots of apologies to Taehyung, which are answered with a simple "It's okay" Or "it's fine".

Taehyung knows how tight the director is so he can't blame Namjoon or anyone else for the fact he couldn't go home early. But that was the least of his concerns at the moment, what he was really worried about was what was wrong with him.

He assumes it's just a stomach bug, he has all the symptoms after all; Nausea stomach cramps, diarrhoea and he was pretty sure he was running a fever. How he managed to catch this bug was unknown but it didn't feel good at all.

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As the car pulls into the driveway the ailing boy lets out a sigh of relief. He was beginning to get carsick before but now that the car had stopped his nausea had calmed down too.

"So how are you feeling now Taehyung-ah," Seokjin asks. "My stomach really hurts hyung and I feel sick." The oldest takes in the information and tries to think of a reasonable diagnosis for his dongsaeng.

He opens his mouth to speak before being cut off by Yoongi, "Maybe you just need to take a fat shit? He says bluntly Everyone looks at the rapper in disbelief there is no way he's just said that.

"I already did earlier, I had the runs" Taehyung says his face turning read with embaressment. Hoseok walks over to the boy and feels his forehead, he clicks his tounge. "I think you've caught a tummy bug Tae"

Taehyung hums and lays down on the sofa before gagging and suddenly bolting up. "I- I'm gonna be sick" he mumbles Jungkook quickly runs and grabs a waste bin for his hyung.

The vocalist grabs it and begins to retch into it bringing up a large amount vomit followed by a thin stream of acid that burns his throat.

The members all mutter sweet muses and kind words to him but they're drowned out by the sound of sick hitting the bin.

Eventually, Tae places the bin on the ground and curls up on himself. The guys exchange nervous glances before Jimin speaks up, "I think you should eat something sweetie" Taehyung groans and shakes his head "I'm not hungry"

"Taehyung I really think you should eat something," Yoongi explains he was starting to get worried. Yoongi was never one to publicly show sensitivity but with the members he always would, especially the maknae line. "Alright hyung.."

>>>

All the members sit around the dining table eating the bulgogi that Jin had just made with the help of Jungkook. Well almost everyone, Taehyung did manage to eat a couple mouthfuls of food but then decided to stop. His stomach hurt way too much.

A small fruit fly flies past jimin causing him to look up in doing so he spots his fellow 95 liner staring blankly at the food in front of him "How come you're not eating?" "I think I've lost my appetite" Tae answers resting his head on the table.

"Aw you poor thing, Namjoon says sweetly, maybe you should go for a nap" The younger boy nods and starts to get up but then he's hit by a sudden wave of nausea just like earlier. He walks swiftly to the sink and begins to bring up the few bits of his dinner.

Nobody moves over to help him, not because they don't toof it's just that they're In too much shock and worry to move.

As he continues to puke Taehyung senses an odd taste in his mouth which makes him feel dizzy. He clamps his hand over his mouth and swallows repetitively before glancing down at small streaks of blood that were in the sink. He had just vomited blood.

Everyone notices the colour drain from Taehyungs face and exchange nervous glances. Jungkook speaks up "Taehyungie hyung, are you okay?" Taehyung just points to the sink he can't bring himself to speak. The youngest walks over and looks cautiously at what he's pointing at before saying "We're gonna need a hospital."

After looking at the vomit Jungkook starts to feel a little sick himself but ignores it and leads Taehyung out to get his shoes on. The others stand up to leave too and as they do take a glance at the messed-up sink. Now they see why they were going.

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After a chaotic ride to the hospital, they made it. As soon as they walk in a nurse is already waiting for them turns out Jungkook had called them in advance while helping tae with his shoes.

Taehyung is immediately checked out and diagnosed with appendicitis which he needs surgery for straight away. The nurse also tells the group that they brought him in at the right time as his appendix was almost at the point of bursting.

Everyone gives the sicky boy a gentle hug before he's brought onto the surgery room. "He'll be alright,seokjin says with a smile, Taehyung's super strong" Namjoon and Hoseok hum in agreement.

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Taehyung opens his eyes and looks around in confusion, why was he in a hospital bed and why did he feel so sore? He tries to sit up but is stopped by someone who gently pushes him back down. They smell like frosting it was Yoongi.

"Woah there buddy, you don't want to rip your stitches." Taehyung looks around at his hyungs and Jungkook were they going mad, he doesn't have stitches. "What?" "You got your appendix out Tae, as Yoongi hyung and Jimin" Hoseok explains.

"So Yoongi hyung and Jiminie are my appendicitis sunbaenims?" Taehyung asks still pretty high on anaesthetic. They all laugh at Tae's cuteness. "Yes Tae Tae, yes we are" Jimin giggles.

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Just wanna say I think this is the longest fic I've ever written. Like girl, idek how many words there are but I hope you all enjoyed this 💜

Edit: wait now I'm looking at it and it don't look that long TwT the struggles real💀

Hey could you please do something with joon and appendicitis!! i love your works so much! <3

Of course and Ty xx I really love yours too you are so good at writing!!! :)

Tw:Emeto, hospitals mentions of vom!t

Around 2000 and something words might be my longest fic ever haha.

Namjoon's POV

"Hey, Hyung are you alright back there, you've been quiet today," Jungkook says from his seat next to me in the car.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just tired" Of course, I'm not actually tired I just don't want to worry Jungkook or the others.

I've been feeling a bit odd lately, and little things keep happening that are making me worry about my health.

Like the last couple of days, I have completely lost my appetite and had these weird cramps in my tummy that come and go. Usually, I'd be stubborn and not tell the others how I feel but something deep down's telling me to say something.

"Actually,  I-" Is all I manage to say before being cut off by Jimin,

"Guys. I don't feel very well"

Oh no.

"Why what's wrong?" Hoseok asks from the steering wheel

"I think I'm car sick" He moans placing a hand on his tummy.

I look over at Jimin and he truly looks awful he's gone all pale and his bangs are stuck to his forehead by sweat. I don't know what's up with him but it doesn't look good. "Here take this," Yoongi says passing him an emesis bag. Jimin and some of the other members get motion sick so we always have some on hand.

While Jimin is breathing heavily into the bag the pain and burning in my stomach grows quickly and I start to feel a bit queasy myself. Jimin lets out a few fairly quiet hiccups but a particularly loud one causes him to throw up quite aggressively into the blue bag.

Taehyung rubs his aching stomach while Jin and Yoongi pat his back, Soon enough Jungkook's unbuckled his seat belt and went to Jimin as well. I don't blame them cause Jimin is clearly unwell I just wish I had said I felt ill earlier so someone could look after me like that.

You know what, I don't even think Jimin's motion sick he's never gotten it this bad before it has to be something else. Like food poisoning?

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When we get back to the dorm Jimin could barely stand up straight from all the vomiting he'd done. All of the others minus me had to hold him up so he didn't fall flat on his (cute) face.

I go into the kitchen and return to the living room with an empty yogurt pot. "Minnie you were eating this earlier right?"

Jimin slowly nods his head, "It's gone off I think it's given you food poisoning," Namjoon says

"It did taste kinda funny.."

"Then why'd you eat it silly, Jin asks half-jokingly before sweetly saying, it's okay anyways we'll help you get better yeah"

See, food poisoning. No motion sickness.

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It's a week later and Jimin is better after he got sick the first time it took him until yesterday to get better. He really had it bad. I, surprisingly feel completely better too. I've managed to get my appetite back and my stomach cramp still come and go but less often than before.

I haven't bothered to tell the others how I felt before because it was never truly the right time with Jimin being sick and all. I was sure it would go on its own and it did so I've nothing to worry about. Plus, we've got a performance on the tonight show with Jimmy Fallon, and I'ts not like my stomach gonna randomly flare up again, is it?

I've jinxed it

As soon as we pull up at the venue I feel my stomach cramp aggressively and gurgle just like it normally does. Unfortunately, it's so much shaper and louder than usual it causes me to groan suddenly, earning me six pairs of concerned eyes staring at me. This time it radiates to his side.

"Namjoon are you okay, Was that your stomach?"

" Yeah, I don't.. feel that well" I blurt out

"Why, what's wrong namjoon-ah?" Seokjin asks me.

"My stomach.. hurts" I whine weakly leaning my head onto the window.

Since the van is now parked Seokjin unbuckles his seatbelt and rests a hand on my forehead "There's no temperature. Have you eaten anything that might be causing this?"

I shake my head, "It's alright though, I can manage" I try to say it as confidently as possible, but there's still a clear whine in my voice.

The car is silent for a minute before Hoseok speaks up, "Okay, If you're sure Joon but if it starts to hurt more tell us ok?"

"Okay"

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As we enter the building the show's staff greet us with warm smiles and waves before leading us off to Jimmy Fallon. We don't have to walk too far as he's at the end of the corridor, but the journey still gets me out of breath. My stomach's probably to blame for that.

When we make it to the end of the not-so-far corridor I feel exhausted, My stomach ache has gotten ten times worse and I could feel my lunch trying to make a reappearance. I'm starting to rethink the performance tonight.

We'd been on the show before so when Jimmy turns around he's thrilled to see us again. He smiles and welcomes us back and then starts to pull everyone into a hug. That's one thing I've always liked about Jimmy he treats us like family. He doesn't just ignore us until we perform he cares about our feelings.

Speaking of feelings, before my hug, Jimmy looks at me worriedly and asks me something. "Hey are you okay buddy, you don't look so good."

"Ah yeah, I've  just got a stomach ache."

I can hear the genuine concern In Jimmy's voice.

"Oh, are you alright to perform? You can rest if you need to."

"I'll be fine I have a very strong immune system you know," Namjoon says making a muscle gesture trying to lighten the mood.

Jimmy chuckles before going over to me a pulling me into another warm gentle hug as he lets go he whispers, "I hope you feel better soon" to me. I say thank you and then we get led to our dressing room.

The first thing others do when they get in is eat some of the food the show had provided. Now despite how good all the food looked, I decide not to eat any. Instead I go to get my makeup and hair done and then go on my phone.

Now, of all the brilliant things I could look up on the internet, I'm stuck looking up pressure points for nausea. Yes, I could just a someone for an anti-nausea pill but then they'd worry and stop me from performing.

Just as I'm about to try the point Jimin comes to check up on me, "Hi hyung, how are you feeling?"

I contemplate telling him the truth but I opt not to instead "I'm fine Jimin"

"Are you sure? You really don't look well"

I tell him I'm fine again and this time he doesn't pry anymore. I glance over at the fast food the others are eating, maybe eating would make my stomach feel less like it's... slowly curdling.

As I walk over to the table a plethora of scents waft up my nose. Now on any other day, I would have loved the smell of McDonald's and KFC frolicking in my nostrils but today my body was just not having it.

Taehyung's POV

I look up to see Namjoon walking to our table, I guess he's feeling slightly better. Before I can open my mouth to ask he makes a 180-degree turn and grabbed a plastic bag from one of the chairs. At first, I thought he was going to use it as a rubbish bag or something but then I heard him gag and my mind was changed.

Normal POV

Namjoon suddenly gags into the plastic bag, his stomach is in knots and he can feel acid moving up his throat. He gags again bringing up a large wave of sick, he barely gets a break before more vomit hits the bag.

Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung all make their way over to Namjoon, they pat his back and mumble sweet nothings into his ear. The vomiting continues for another 5 minutes before the vocalist's stomach lets up. The other Jin and Hoseok watch from afar while Jimin goes to get the staff.

"You okay?" Jungkook asks "Well obviously you're not but..." he trails off. Namjoon shakes his head, "I feel sick. My tummy hurts" he moans grabbing his side. You know stuff is serious when Namjoon says tummy instead of stomach. He drops down to his knees starting to puke into the bag again.

"How long has it been hurting you?" Taehyung asks patting his back. "Two days before Jimin got sick but it wasn't this bad just on and off," Namjoon says through gritted teeth. Taehyung and Jungkook look shocked "Hyung!?" They say in unison "Why didn't u say anything?"

"Didn't... feel, that bad then" he mutters. Jimin soon comes back in with the staff and the company doctor is shocked to see how namjoon looks and it's certainly not good. The doctor checks over the youngest rapper checking his breathing and his temperature.

"39 degrees" the doctor starts tutting "that's not good where abouts does it hurt?" He asks staring at namjoon with urgency.

"It was the middles but but now it's my right side" He says keeping one hand on his abdomen and the other to point. "From what I've seen and what you've told me, it looks like Appendicitis."

The members gasp and one of the staff members whispers an 'Oh my God'. Namjoon just sits there in shock and disbelief. He opens his mouth to speak but all that comes out is a pained groan.

The doctor speaks up,"I think it would be best if you go to the hospital for surgery instantly, you can't preform tonight."

The others seem a bit sad about the news but the understand that it's definitely better for Namjoon to get surgery than to suffer. "B-but I have to perform... I" Namjoon tries to argue but stops half way swallowing thickly.

"No Namjoon." Hoseok says sternly, Jin nods and says "Your health is way more important go get your appendix out."

"Oh um okay" Namjoon says grimacing as the doctor helps him up. "What about the show" "Joon we'll be fine, we're just dancing you know, go." Yoongi comforts he himself knows the severity of appendicitis.

In the end Namjoon stops trying to find reasons to stay and gives into missing the show. He sits in the back of the doctors car and closes his eyes briefly. His stomach is really aching now and he's starting to worry.

"I won't die... will I?" The rapper mumbles. "Of course not Namjoon, don't be silly. You'll be just fine I promise" he says smiling sympatheticly. "Okay" he whispers feeling a bit more safe.

The doctor helps Joon out of the car and leads him into the ER. He explains to another doctor what's going on with Namjoon and he prepares him for surgery.

The last thing Namjoon remebes is being pushed on a gurney and then his vision goes black.

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When he wakes up he's in a bright room that smells like roses and cleaning products. He tries to sit up but moans slightly at the soreness he does feels better though.

"Hi Namjoon, How u feeling?" The company doctor asks seeing he's awake "Better but also kinda sore" Namjoon replies. "That's normal to happen" Namjoon looks up at the clock the boys performance time.

"Can I go back now, I think I could make the performance" The doctor chuckles and shakes his head "No Namjoon you can't u need to rest, you can watch the show though."

The rapper nods and they turn on the room's TV. The show goes well and Namjoon smiles proudly those are his boys. Even if he can't be there with then on stage he still feels as though they're there with him in the hospital and later on they do.

Giving him hugs and hair ruffles and a Get well soon message from Jimmy Fallon. He really has the best members namjoon thinks to himself.

Sorry if the endings a bit bad my brain kinda gave up.

Make it better

(A/N): A Drabble for the sugar baby! mc and soon to be series. 

Warnings: Ceo! Caregiver! Jimin x Autistic! Regressor! MC, (no regression in this Drabble, it’s just mentioned), mentioned ot7 x reader, autistic sensory overload, use of title “daddy”, fluff 

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“Daddy, make it stop.” You whined, muffled sobs scratching at the back of your throat. Your red, puffy eyes looked up to observe his panicked movements; his shoulders and back nervously flexing under a pale blue button down as he ran to his desk. 

“Daddy’s got you, pumpkin.” Jimin mumbled, “Just one ‘sec”. His hands made quick work of his drawers, flinging them open for your items. He saw your normal regressive items like coloring books and crayons- not what he needed. His last drawer was tossed open haphazardly, throwing the contents around the wooden confines.

Noise Canceling Headphones and a small stack of clothing were pulled into his arms and laid onto the couch next to you. You were rocking back and forth with both of your knees drawn to your chest, and your palms held over your ears. Tears pricked and fell from the corners of your eyes, casting hot streaks down your cheeks. His heart tightened and his own eyes watered as you whimpered again. “C’mon.” He whispered, “Let daddy fix it.” 

Czytaj dalej

the comforts of creatures (2)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 3k

→ summary: when you wake up in a strange place, met with softness and warmth instead of the pain you’re used to, a spiral of panic is almost inevitable. and the only ones around to pull you out of it are the seven strange men who brought you here.

→ trigger/content warnings: PTSD (including low self-worth/effects of dehumanization, sensory overload), memory loss, mentions/effects of physical/psychological abuse, panic attack, lotta hurt before the comfort :( the boys trying their best

→ a/n: please mind the warnings before reading!! thank you so much for the love and feedback on the first part I really appreciate it!! 💖

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the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to...protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

series masterlist → next part

part 1: the rescue

Something seizes inside your chest. That’s the only word your sluggish brain can muster to describe it: something, foreign yet familiar at the same time.

After so many days—days? hours? weeks?—of feeling nothing but drowned sensations, it feels like a sledgehammer to the gut.

The sheer force of it wrenches a choked gasp from your lips, and it’s the loudest sound you’ve heard in a long while. One hand reaches up to clutch at your heart, the other gripping your forehead where a violent throbbing pounds at your skull.

The intensity makes you scramble along the stone floor until your back hits the wall, the only other thing in the room that can be used to ground you.

This...thing, it grips you harder than the cold, tighter than the hunger in the pit of your stomach.

Stinging tears brim in your eyes. Even though you’re alone in the room, something else, a deep something, tells you to choke them back before someone sees. Before the pain that always follows when you let them fall past your lids.

The thing feels like hope, desperate and burning white-hot. It feels like warmth and a sigh of relief.

It feels like something he would punish you for. Because things like you aren’t meant to feel things this good.

What sounds like an explosion reverberates through the thick concrete walls. The floor trembles. You can hear people screaming, guards shouting orders over the pound of footsteps.

The sensation in your chest continues to build, unbearably so, until the tendons in your lungs feel close to tearing.

The sound of shouting and fast footfalls begins to fade, moments later replaced by ones much louder, heavier, faster.

Gunshots in the distance, one after the other. Then a deafening roar. A nonhuman roar.

It’s all so loud. The noise presses against you from all angles, closing in until you can almost feel its weight.

You cup your hands around your ears, squeeze your eyes shut, curl into a pathetic ball but it still thuds in your head. Sharp and bruising and loud loud loud.

Not that you realize it, but you’ve been without light and sound for six days.

Your brain is slow to process what’s happening, struggling to make sense of the impossible.

Because he always said that no one knew they were there, that the wards were impenetrable. Even if someone got through the wards, who would be stupid enough to attack them at their own home base?

No one is coming for you, his voice slices through your thoughts. Why would anyone ever come looking for you? You are nothing.

The heavy footsteps draw closer, along with the sound of doors banging open.

You curl further into yourself, trying to block it all out. One of those disgusting creatures from the outside must have gotten in. It’s in their nature to seek blood and destruction, after all.

Maybe you’ll be lucky enough for a quick death. But...you’re not sure you deserve it.

You are nothing.

With a horrible creak of bending metal, the door is ripped off its hinges.

The sudden flood of light makes you flinch back and shield your face. The feeling in your chest thuds against your rib cage, like your heart is trying to escape your body.

You don’t move, can’t move. Not until a deep growl puts the fear of god in your bones.

It makes you peek through your fingers just enough to see what has caused the sudden flood of light.

The shape in the doorway is anything but human. Massive and powerful, it’s too big to be fully visible through the doorway. All you can see is four muscle-corded legs that end in clawed feet, trailing red behind them. The thing’s fur is matted with something dark and wet.

The creature bends down to peer into the room, exposing a skeletal head and sharp, dripping antlers.

You meet it’s black eyes, and something akin to recognition glints in the glassy surface. Your heart thuds almost painfully.

The creature tips it’s head back and howls, flashing several rows of wolf-like teeth.

It’s much too big to fit through the door, but it rams it’s head into it anyway. Distressed whimpers fall from it’s mouth as it bucks and charges at the wall. It dents the metal, desperate in it’s attempt to get to you.

Frozen. All you can do is shrink further into the corner of the room, closing your eyes and awaiting the inevitable. Hoping it’s quick, hoping that whatever happens afterwards is better than staying here.

The metal groans, beginning to warp and buckle under the force of the creature’s antlers as it slams into it harder and harder.

A beat of silence.

You open your eyes to find the creature stepping back as much as the hallway allows. It stomps it’s feet, flexing it’s hind legs.

Huffing out a grunt, it lunges forward to charge with all it’s might.

The metal finally gives out, tearing in jagged shards so the doorway is now a giant hole.

Your stomach drops as the creature lunges straight for you, too terrified to even close your eyes for the end of it all.

But the creature doesn’t rip you to shreds with it’s teeth, or maim you with it’s claws, or impale you with it’s antlers.

It nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder, a soft whine leaving it’s panting mouth. You feel it’s wet nose nudging you all over, sniffing like it’s searching for something.

Wet against your cheek. You realize that the thing is licking your face like a dog that’s been reunited with it’s owner.

Frozen, still. You can’t make your limbs move an inch, icy fear still stiff in your veins.

The creature retreats from poking and prodding you, still panting and mewling like an excited puppy. It hops a little on it’s strong legs, nodding it’s head at you expectantly.

You...have no idea what’s going on.

You should be dead by now. The beasts from the outside are supposed to kill anything and everything that crosses their path. They’re not supposed to yip playfully and nestle their huge forehead against yours.

The creature perks it’s great head like it senses something.

You assume that it must’ve realized that you’re prey, an enemy. Pinching your eyes shut, again, you wait for the end. Hopefully it’s a merciful one.

A moment later, you feel cold hands cradling your face.

Your eyes pop open.

You can’t decide if the man leaning over you is a corpse or a god. At the same time, wondering how beauty and death can exist in the same face.

A god, from the way his brown hair is pushed back from his forehead, the way his eyes are slanted so prettily. A god because he’s tall and demands respect with his presence, those broad shoulders and sharp jawline.

A corpse, from the was his full mouth drips with blood, running down his chin and neck. Two sets of yellowed fangs peek over the plush flesh of his lips. Dark purple veins peek through his almost translucent skin, showing the shadow of his skeleton underneath.

You feel his thumbs stroking your cheeks. Tears pool in his red, bloodshot eyes.

“Oh baby,” he says sadly, looking down at your flimsy clothing, at the fresh wounds covering your body.

It makes something burn in your heart, something like pain and healing at the same time.

The corpse-like man draws you closer, hugging you to his chest as he whispers out soft hushes and sweet nothings that sound like cotton in your dull ears.

And the more he touches you, the more the feeling flares. It’s close to unbearable, stealing away your breath, vision swimming.

The other creature shifts to the ground, curling around you in a way that’s almost...protective?

A name you don’t recognize falls from the man’s mouth, and just like that, your consciousness winks out like a flickering candle flame.

They found you. Months of desperate searching, following any and every lead, no matter how small or fleeting. Days at a time without sleeping, without eating. 

Weeks of Yoongi locking himself in his room, tearing apart his grimoires, carving runes into his skin, trying every locator spell he knew to get even a whiff of your location.

After months of feeling empty, feeling like a piece of them was dead, they finally found you.

Once Yoongi broke through the wards, storming the facility wasn’t difficult. They may have technology, firearms and sheer numbers, but they don’t have primal fury.

Because their person, their final piece, was stolen from them.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, they felt it. A sudden pain in their chest, sharp and heart-wrenching.

She’s here, and she’s hurt.

They tore through the place in a feral rage, cutting down anyone that tried to obscure their path, because they did this. They’re the ones that kept you from them.

Jungkook plowed through the outer gates, the inner gates, the front doors. No one tried to hold him back as he sprinted through the storm of bullets.

Namjoon’s smoke shielded him, not that he needed it. The frenzy of finally being close to his mate after all this time would’ve made a few bullets feel like pinpricks.

He must’ve caught your scent, because the next moment he’s rearing his head back and roaring like he’s just been struck by an arrow.

Hoseok, Jimin, and Taehyung all hear it, shifted into their full forms throughout the facility.

The human part of them, the animal part of them, aches with the urge to seek you out themselves. But they have to take care of the ones who did this to you, because they’ll do it again if given the chance.

Jungkook will find you, he has the best nose out of all of them.

Bounding through the halls with renewed urgency, all that fills Jungkook’s head is she’s close she’s close where is she oh god where is she?

He can smell you, or he can smell your panic, and all he can think is don’t worry, I’m coming. Just hold on a little longer.

He comes to a hallway that reeks of pain and sorrow. It’s lined with bolted doors all the way down, each filled with prisoners that stink with lingering wounds.

Tearing the doors away one by one, peering into each room, he doesn’t stop until he reaches the end of the hall.

When he looks into this room, he sees a lone figure huddled in the darkness. A wave of fear floods his nose, then the stench of infection.

He howls. A bitter, provoked howl. The sound of a creature who’s mate is in danger.

Adrenaline pumps through his veins, fur bristling as he rears and charges at the doorway with all his might.

It takes several tries, but eventually he breaks through.

He doesn’t understand why wave after wave of fear is radiating off of you. He expected you to be relieved, to jump into his arms the second you saw him.

You’ve been their mate for years. Why are you shying away like you’re afraid of him? 

When he finally breaks through the walls, you shrink so far into yourself that it looks like you might disappear.

Jungkook crowds you, sniffing you all over, searching for injuries.

He finds too many. Before he can let out another pained howl, he catches a whiff of another one of his mates.

Jin crashes into the room, looking furious and determined.

The same pleasant pain surges in the taller man’s own chest, stronger than it’s burned in months. The bite mark on his left wrist burns with it.

Jin drops to his knees in front of you, breathing in your scent for the first time in months.

Filth is smeared all over your skin. Your hair is shorter, much shorter. It looks as if it’s been cut with a blunt knife.

He too smells the infection. And the blood, of course he smells the blood.

“Oh baby,” he breathes out. “I’m so sorry. We came as soon as Yoongi found you.”

You’re staring up at him with wide, terrified eyes. And it looks like there’s nothing behind them. No relief, no recognition. Just confusion and panic.

“Baby?” Jin whispers, giving your shoulders and gentle shake, but you look as if you didn’t even hear it.

What the fuck did they do to you?

He hugs you close, your body feeling cold and weak in his hold.

He mumbles out apology after apology. I’m so sorry it took so long. I’m so sorry for what they did to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there to stop them. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

Something flutters in his lungs. When he looks down, he sees you take a sharp inhale.

He hangs onto that breath, waiting for you to say something, do something, anything other than sitting there shivering like you’re too scared to even flinch.

He calls your name, and you collapse in his arms.

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the comforts of creatures (1)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: supernatural!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 2.1k

→ summary: you’re a prisoner here, but you can’t remember why. you can’t remember much of anything. not where you came from, not who you are, not even what you are. what happens when a pack of terrifying monsters breaks into the facility where you’re being held. not to kill you, but to…protect you?

→ content warnings: captivity (including forced sensory deprivation, effects of dehumanization), soul bond, violence, low self-worth, memory loss, protective!jin & jungkook

→ a/n: a completely self-indulgent hurt + comfort story that I wrote (and will most likely continue to write) in a frenzy because I wanted to read it :) if you’re excited to read more of this series please reblog and share your thoughts!!

series masterlist → next part

part 1: the rescue

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the comforts of creatures (2)

creature comforts:

↳ material/bodily comforts, such as food, warmth, or special accommodations, that contribute to physical ease and well-being

→ pairing: ot7 x fem.reader

→ genre: fantasy!au, soulmate!au, angst with a happy ending, fluff, hurt + comfort + recovery, eventual smut

→ word count: 3k

→ summary: when you wake up in a strange place, met with softness and warmth instead of the pain you’re used to, a spiral of panic is almost inevitable. and the only ones around to pull you out of it are the seven strange men who brought you here.

→ trigger/content warnings: PTSD (including low self-worth/effects of dehumanization, sensory overload), memory loss, mentions/effects of physical/psychological abuse, panic attack, lotta hurt before the comfort :( the boys trying their best

→ a/n: please mind the warnings before reading!! thank you so much for the love and feedback on the first part I really appreciate it!! 💖

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part 2: seven strangers

At first, there’s only soft warmth.

You’re surrounded by it, cradled in it like a kitten huddled close to the rest of the litter.

For as long as you can remember, warmth has been a stranger. You almost forgot what it felt like. But right now, it somehow feels familiar. Suddenly, warmth is an old friend. 

Downy and delightfully drunk with sleep, you breathe out a content sigh and snuggle deeper into whatever is making you feel this way.

It’s so warm here, and comfy too. It makes it easier to ignore the deep ache in your muscles, the pounding in—

A jolt of icy dread hits you. Why are you so warm? Why isn’t your body lying on hard stone? It doesn’t feel right, it’s not right you’re not supposed to feel like this.

Peeling your eyes open with considerable effort, light floods your senses, making you want to shrink back to where it’s dark, back to where you belong.

It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust, but once they do, you find yourself in a very strange place. Now you see with horror what was keeping you so warm. 

The room you’re in is large, walls lined with curtained windows. The center of the room is dominated by a gigantic bed. It’s sunken into the ground, looking more like a huge fluffy pit piled high with blankets and pillows.

But the worst part is...you’re not alone.

Four other bodies are curled up against yours. One of them is pressed to your left side with an arm slung over your torso, head nestled into the crook of your neck. All you can see of him is his tan skin and few wisps of curly black hair.

The body at your right is a similar problem. They’re hugging you close with their legs intertwined with yours. A man’s body, lean yet padded with muscle.

When you look down, you see a head of silvery white hair cushioned on your stomach. And when you shift slightly, you realize that you’re using the person behind you as a pillow.

They’re all holding onto you like you might disappear.

Countless textures, the heat of their skin, the rub of their clothes, the tickling tips of their hair, it all swarms you with increasing pressure. A bombardment of scents fills your nose. Leather, cologne, a hint of tea leaves. Sweat, musk, and something heavy underneath.

It smells like the den of a hibernating animal. A scent that screams this is mine, don’t dare to touch it.

The intermingling smells seem to burn in your nostrils. Too many, so much all at once. There’s too much touching you. Too warm, too soft, too good.

And even though the curtains are drawn, the thin streams of fading sunlight that peek through bring moisture to your eyes.

All of this, on top of that same weighty feeling in your chest. It’s calmer than before, not so desperate and yearning. Still, it burns slow like the embers of a dull fire.

You wrench yourself free from the stifling embrace. Untangling your limbs, you squirm out from under them, half of you trying not to wake them and the other half desperate to escape from the suffocation.

You feel them stir. The man to your left tightens the grip of his arm, but you rip away like their touch burns. In a way, it does.

Stumbling over the mountain of pillows and stuffed animals, you distance yourself from the bed and the strangers in it as much as possible.

Something in your heart aches with the loss, but how can you miss something you don’t deserve?

Instinctively, your back hits the wall and slides along it until you find the nearest corner. Sinking down to the floor, you hug your knees to your chest and squeeze your eyes shut to block out the light.

Where are you?

The struggle to remember the events that brought you here hurts.

Memory has always been a slippery thing. It doesn’t come easy, especially when it’s always been less painful to forget. What memories do come are always fragmented, half-formed.

You can remember certain past emotions, an image here and there, maybe the shadow of a face. But never the events or places attached to them.

That is, all the memories before you were brought to the facility. Because everything that happened there...you remember vividly.

It’s all rushing back to you now. The dark, the cold, the damp. It was all you had to cling to. Why isn’t it here now?

You try again to remember how you got to this strange place, this place where there are light-bearing windows and soft, warm beds to sleep on.

Throbbing pain in your skull, tightness in your throat, but you push through it and reach into the corners of your mind.

Loud. Screaming, footsteps, gunshots. There was a creature, huge and powerful. And there was a man, beautiful but deathly.

They’d stumbled upon your room, but they didn’t hurt you. What were they doing there? And how did you end up here?

The rustle of sheets.

Your head whips up from between your knees, eyes popping open despite the too-bright light.

One of the men is shifting on the bed. It’s the one with the almost white hair. He rolls over with a sleepy groan, reaching out his arms like he’s searching for something.

When he doesn’t seem to find it, his head slowly rises from the mattress.

Don’t open your eyes, don’t open your eyes please.

But they do, just a crack. His head swivels, looking around the room.

Don’t look at me, don’t look at me, for the love of god—

He’s facing you now, shaking strands of pale hair off his face. His eyes are barely open, but you know he sees you.

You know it from the way the feeling in your chest pulses. Panic racing through your veins, breath quickening.

The man yawns and opens his arms in a welcoming gesture, something that puzzles you immensely.

“Come back to bed, babe.”

His voice is bright and sweet, but it still sends a wave of alarm through your body.

It’s a trap, your brain drills over and over. You know you’re not allowed on a bed. He must know it too, he has to. Because you’re dirty and disgusting and wrong. Beds are meant for people, for humans.

“Baby?”

You look up to find the man watching you with a strange expression. It’s concern, but you don’t recognize what that looks like.

You tear your eyes away from his, flinching with the realization that you just accidentally made eye contact. Damnit, no no no.

Curling in on yourself further, you wait for the consequences. A slap, a fist to the nose, a hand tight around your throat. Anything that hurts.

But it doesn’t come. Several beats of silence pass, your breathing picking up by the second.

You don’t dare look up again, that always makes it worse.

The man calls out a name. Then again, again, each time increasingly desperate.

The thing in the pit of your heart burns, pulsing painfully every time he says that name.

Why does he keep saying it? You don’t like it, it makes your chest ache.

Too hyper focused on all the overlapping sensations, you don’t notice the man approaching you, panic across his face.

Dropping to his knees, his eyes search your distraught face, ducking his head to try to catch your gaze.

“_____? What’s wrong? Please, tell me what’s wrong, babe,” he says, hands creeping up your arms, giving your shoulders a squeeze to try to ground you.

Immediately, you recoil away from his touch.

It’s too much. The light, the smells, the contact, the pressure inside your rib cage. All you want to do it disappear, shrivel up until you’re even more nothing than you already are.

More voices, different yet all alarmed, sounding faraway and muted in your ears. Your eyes must be closed again, because all you see is soothing darkness.

There are more hands touching you. The muffled voices are getting louder, more piercing.

It all makes your head throb. You wish it would stop, just make it stop please make it fucking stop!

Lungs feeling close to bursting, your ears suddenly perk up at the only string of words your stupid brain can process: a command.

“Look at me.”

Your eyes open, almost involuntarily.

Wide, warm eyes, high cheekbones, dark waves falling over bright skin. A man’s face hovering over you, his expression pinched with distress. Still, when your gaze meets his, a weak yet radiant smile blooms across his face.

“Good, good,” he says softly.

Momentary relief. You release a tight breath, focusing all your senses on the face in front of you, on the voice giving you delicious praise.

But then three more faces crowd your vision. They’re all looking at you so intensely, eyes wide and jaws clenched.

Panic like fireworks. Why are they all looking at you? What did you do?

The realization comes, a stab to the gut. Only one of them allowed you to look at him. And you just made eye contact with all of them.

No no no...It’s coming any second now. The pain.

They’re going to punish you for it, they’re going to hold you down and hurt you until you’re thrashing and screaming.

They know you were on the bed, they have to. They’re going to beat you bloody for it.

You can already taste the iron in your mouth. A violent swell of nausea ripples through your stomach. Can’t breathe, you can’t breathe.

They’re going to hurt you. The pain is coming again, there won’t be anything else.

Your heartbeat is thunder as you frantically scan the room.

The door isn’t far away, and it’s open.

A voice that isn’t your own says one thing in your head:

Run.

It’s been a long time since Jimin felt this content. He’s warm, he’s safe, he’s fed, and he’s got your heartbeat against his ear.

They’d made it home relatively unscathed, Jin still carrying you bridal style.

He’d refused to let go of you since you collapsed in his arms. Even when they were safely inside their own wards, even crossing the threshold of the house, he held you close to his chest and waved the maknaes off with a “go clean up” or “go eat something before you pass out.”

He finally surrendered you over to Namjoon to go fry up some meat while the rest of them washed up in the mudroom, knowing they’d be ravenous by the time they finished.

Namjoon managed to bandage your cuts and wipe your face with a wet cloth before Taehyung found him, trailing water droplets behind him, and dragged you into the den where he promptly fell asleep in a pile with the rest of the shifters.

Jin and Namjoon watched them fondly from the doorway, all of them utterly exhausted from the raid and from changing in and out of their full forms.

You were cradled in between Hoseok’s legs, Jungkook pressed to your right, Taehyung to your left, with Jimin resting his head on your stomach.

Namjoon put a hand on Jin’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze. The gesture says you did good, we’re whole again.

When Jimin wakes up, he can feel the anxiety trembling in the air. The fine, sensitive hairs all over his body twitch with it.

He reaches for you, but you’re not there.

Opening his eyes, he finds you pressed into the corner, shaking.

He’ll never forget the way you looked at him. You’ve never looked so scared, never so much like a cornered animal.

But it’s not until he calls your name and you look at him with no recognition in your eyes that he knows something is very, very wrong.

You flinch away from his touch, sending a pang of hurt through his heart, covering your ears and burying your head between your legs.

Jungkook jolts awake, probably triggered by the stench of your fear. He’s by your side in an instant, quietly whimpering as he presses his nose to what’s left of your hair.

Taehyung and Hoseok follow soon after.

They all try to comfort you with soft touches and calming words, muttering “you’re safe now” and “nothing can hurt you” over and over.

But it’s like you don’t hear them. Or don’t believe it.

You can’t even look at them until Hoseok orders you to. He remembers that Jimin likes following simple orders when he’s overwhelmed, and when it works on you a spark of joy lights in his face.

Something similar lights in your eyes too, but the next second it’s gone. Replaced by more panic, your gaze darts around the room wildly.

Jimin’s teeth clench as he anticipates what’s coming next. He knows the signs of someone about to bolt.

He’s proven right seconds later when you lunge for the door, roughly pushing past them.

They’re all shocked still for a moment. Why would you run from them? They’re supposed to be your safe place, your comfort people. They finally got you back. Shouldn’t you be happy? Why would you run from your own mates?

Jungkook takes off after you, tearfully calling your name. Then Hoseok takes off after Jungkook, worried that he might scare you even more in his emotional state.

Taehyung and Jimin just sit there, deflated. When their eyes meet, they’re both thinking the same thing: helping you feel safe again is going to be a lot harder than they thought.

You can be pretty fast when you want to be, especially when you’re frightened, so you make it all the way down the stairs and into the living room before Jungkook gets to you.

He grabs your shoulders, trying to be as non-threatening as he can, anchoring you to the floor as he tries to meet your eyes.

Twitching violently and nearly hyperventilating, your breath catches when he finally manages to catch your gaze. Only to rip it away again as a strangled noise escapes your throat.

That rare sound that only leaves Jungkook when he’s distressed fills the air. Somewhere between a high-pitched trill and a harsh cry, it seems to echo all throughout the house.

It alerts the remaining hyungs, making their ears perk and their lungs hitch.

They fell that burning in their chest, a sign that one of their mates is in pain. And from the way it singes through their veins, they know that it’s not one of their mates, but several of them.

When Jungkook calls out your name, you break out of his grip and take a few unsteady steps backward, searching for the nearest exit.

By that time, the shifters have made their way into the living room, along with Jin and Namjoon. They all crowd around you, muscles tensing when they feel the air vibrate with your panic.

Whipping around, you realize that you’re surrounded and utterly outnumbered.

They watch as you crumble in on yourself, sinking to the ground again in an effort to shield yourself from an oncoming attack.

A string of jumbled syllables falls from your lips. They have to get closer to realize what you’re saying.

“Please...please,” you mutter. “Please don’t hurt me.”

It breaks their hearts.

Every time one of them touches you, you jerk back and let loose another stream of frenzied pleas.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I won’t run again. Just don’t hurt me, please. I’ll be good I promise just please don’t, don’t...”

Jungkook and Taehyung grasp your shoulders with tears in their eyes, Jimin running a soothing hand up and down your back.

“It’s okay, baby. Really, it’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you. Calm down for me, okay?” Taehyung says softly.

Your breathing slows just a little, maybe from hearing him say that he doesn’t plan on hurting you. Hesitantly, you look up at your surroundings, and the next second you’re thrown into another fit of shaking and begging.

“No no no, please...please,” you blurt out, voice trailing off at the end.

Too many touches, voices, scents. It all swirls in your brain and makes your heart and head thud rapidly. When will it stop, when will it just stop.

“Enough.”

Everyone freezes at the calm yet firm voice.

The boys turn towards it while you burrow further into yourself, waiting for a hit or command or insult, whichever comes first.

Yoongi stands at the other end of the room. His head and shoulders are drooped with exhaustion, no doubt still weak after breaking through the layers of wards single-handed.

His eyes are zeroed in on only you, brows furrowed and fists clenched. This is the first time he’s seen you in months. The cuts and old wounds, the scars, your mangled hair, the way your body is shriveled with malnourishment. It all makes his skin crawl with quiet rage.

Yoongi takes step after slow step towards you, and something about his commanding presence keeps you still.

The rest of them step aside to let him pass, holding their breath in anticipation of his next words. He’s always been the most patient, the most level-headed when one of them is having a panic attack.

He drops down to one knee, tilting your chin up with one gentle finger.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he says, masterfully controlling his fury at seeing the state of you so none of it is directed towards you.

Still shaking, you meet his even stare. His own dark eyes soften, darting over the damage visible on your face.

“Tell me,” he begins in that same composed tone. “Who did this to you?”

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