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You are so pretty, has anyone told you that tonight? Because they should. Because you’re pretty. Everyone I know agrees. 

Okay I have no idea if this counts as a juicy prompt lol. Please ignore if it’s weird I’m embarrassed lol. I saw another tumblr post, that I can’t for the life of me find anymore, about like mistaking sneeze/nose rubbing sounds for something else. I’m kind of in a Jimin mood but literally anyone would be good for this, I’m not picky. So it’s night time and Jungkook can’t sleep, so he goes to seek out one of his hyungs and he ends up crawling into Jimin’s bed. Jimin is half asleep but welcomes him into his bed. Jungkook finally gets comfortable and is starting to fall asleep when he feels the bed moving a little, and then hears this...squelching, rubbing sound…what is Jimin *doing*? And then Jimin is making these breathy sounds and Jungkook is scandalized because is Jimin really getting off next to him in the bed? But then Jimin starts to sneeze and it turns out he was just trying to hold it back/be quiet.

NO, YOU'RE PRETTY ANON

Thank you for this, it was fun to write! Don't be embarrassed hehe:)

Title: Did you hear that? 

Word Count: 1,540

Jungkook can’t sleep.

He rolls over to look at the clock for what feels like the third time in less than an hour. He’s not too far off, unfortunately, because it’s nearly 3 a.m. and the last time he looked it was 2:47 a.m. and he just. Can’t. Fucking. Sleep. 

He feels like he’s so tired that he’s past the point of being able to fall asleep. It’s making him feel beyond irritated, and tears prickle behind his eyes. He heaves a sigh of frustration, rolling onto his back, and he stares up at the ceiling and digs a fist into his right eye, then his left. After, he lets his arm spread out to his sides, and the bed feels too big. Too empty. Too hot and too cold at the same time. Uncomfortable. 

It might be that he’s feeling a bit lonely, a bit unsettled, and he’s not really sure why. Most nights, he’s happy to have his own room. Tonight, though, as the time drags by, he’s realizing that he’s craving some comfort, even just the sound of someone else sleeping next to him.

He needs a hyung and he needs them now. 

As soon as he has the thought, Jungkook is up and out of bed, padding out of his room and down the hallway. In the living room, he’s surprised to see Hoseok and Yoongi on the couch, fast asleep, their faces illuminated by the TV. He thinks about stopping there, waking them and dragging one of them back to bed with him, but then he realizes that if Hoseok is out here, that means Jimin is alone in their room, and so he hurries in that direction.

Jungkook tries to be quiet as he pushes Jimin’s door open, but the second he steps inside he can hear Jimin stirring.

“Hmm?” Comes Jimin’s sleepy voice, low and gravelly from sleep. 

“It’s just me,” Jungkook whispers, pausing at the edge of Jimin’s bed. “Can I sleep in here?”

All he gets in response from Jimin is a soft, sleepy hum, so he crawls under the covers and slides down until he’s on his back. He doesn’t dare try scooting closer in case he wakes Jimin up all the way, but he doesn’t need to be touching Jimin. Just his proximity and the sound of Jimin’s breathing is already enough to have him feeling less unsettled, and he closes his eyes and breathes out a slow, relieved sigh. After a moment, he turns over so he’s on his stomach, head pillowed on his arms, face turned away from Jimin.

He can feel when his body finally starts to relax and his mind finally quiets down, and he knows sleep is finally within reach. He stretches his legs out, toes digging into the bed as his feet arch, and then he relaxes all of his muscles, letting himself fully sink into the bed. 

He’s on the very edge of falling asleep when he hears a sound that brings him a little closer to unconsciousness, and he almost whines. The sound is like a soft whisper, and a moment later he hears a sharp, muffled intake of air followed by the sound of something soft being rubbed against something else soft, and then a squelching sound that reminds him of someone sucking liquid through a straw. It’s an odd combination of noises, and his brain is torn between trying to decipher what they are and falling asleep– he leans toward the side that wants sleep, forcing himself to sink back into that sleepy, warm feeling he has been so close to just minutes before. 

But then, just when he’s close to drifting off again, Jimin makes another noise. 

“Hhh…hhhh…” The tiny, breathy sounds that fill the air are a little louder this time. Jungkook buries his face into his folded arms and tries to drown them out. He waits, only half-listening, and then lets himself relax again. 

“Oh! Oh-fuck…” The words are whispered so quietly that Jungkook can barely hear them, but then Jimin is breathing heavily again, panting out tiny little exhales and and Jungkook suddenly finds himself blushing furiously in realization. Oh no. Jimin thinks he’s asleep. He’s going to get himself off, even with Jungkook right next to him in the bed, and Jungkook is frozen, unable to do anything. 

“Hh-! Hh’hhh…” 

This is bad. This is very bad. Jungkook is debating whether or not he should move or make some kind of noise to indicate he’s awake when he hears the squelching sound again. He can’t hear this sound, won’t be able to get this sound out of his head now, and then Jimin is gasping– a shaky, out of control sound, full of desperation and fuck, no, this can’t be happening, this can’t– 

“ngxsht! HH’gtshch! uhh’GXTSHH! F-fuck!” 

“Wha’?” Jungkook jerks his head up and turns to look at Jimin, thoroughly startled and confused. 

“Sorry, fuck, sorry,” Jimin apologizes, breathless.

There’s a loud thump and then Jimin curses some more as he fumbles with something on his nightstand. He turns a lamp on and Jungkook blinks, squinting against the sudden light. As his vision adjusts, he sees that Jimin is struggling to pull a tissue from a box on his nightstand. 

“I’mb so sorry, Kookie,” Jimin says, nose all stuffed up. “I was tryi’g so hard dot to sndeeze and wake you up.” He reaches up and rubs his nose with the palm of his hand, moving it in small circles, the motion making a wet, squelching sound, and– oh. Oh.

Jungkook has never been so relieved to hear someone rubbing their nose in his life.

When Jimin pulls his hand away, his face is all scrunched up in irritation and his nose is very red. He finally frees a tissue from the box but he just holds it out in front of him, nose twitching.  

“Mby ndose is so itchy.” Jimin says, punctuating it with with a shiver that seems to be cause by said itchy nose, because as the shiver runs through him he quickly brings his free hand back up to his face, the knuckle of his forefinger coming up to rest just under his nose as his nostrils flare. “Like, there’s this…this…hhh…oh, fuck mbe.”

Jimin shivers again. As he talks, he’s alternating between brushing his finger very lightly back and forth under his nose, almost like he’s trying to coax another sneeze out, and pressing his knuckle hard against his septum like he’s trying not to sneeze again. The result is that he’s left in some kind of torturous period between sneezes, tears leaking from the corner of eyes and his nose growing redder by the second. 

“There’s this t-tickle and it wod’t leave…leave…wod’t l-le-ehhh…leave mbe alode!” 

He rushes to finish his sentence, just barely getting the words out before he snaps forward with another trio of sneezes. 

“Huhh-ptchsh! hngxt! HNGTSH’ehh!”

He’s still holding the tissue out in front of him, but the relentless tickle is occupying his every last thought, it seems, because he doesn’t actually move it to his nose. Jungkook thinks about doing it for him, but then Jimin is blinking at him, eyes teary, mumbling another apology.

“Hyung,” Jungkook sighs. He’s still reeling from the crisis he just went through. “Are you getting sick?”   

“ngxsht’uh!” 

Even with how tiny and suppressed Jimin’s sneezes are, they sound so forceful, like it’s taking a lot out of Jimin to restrain them the way he often does. 

“It kinda sounds like–”

“htchsh!”

“It sounds like you are–”

“HNGXT’shuh!”

Jungkook sighs again and finally reaches over, putting his hand under Jimin’s elbow and guiding his arm up until he gets the message and presses the tissue to his nose. He chuckles to himself– he knows better than to think he can get a word in like that when Jimin always sneezes in threes. 

“I think you’re coming down with a cold or something, hyung,” he says as Jimin scrubs at his nose with the tissue.   

Jimin looks over at Jungkook then with an odd look on his face. “Wait…what are you doi’g ind here, Kookie?”

Jungkook lies back down, settling on his back and pulling the covers to his chin. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” he says. “I just…didn’t want to be alone.” 

Jimin deposits his used tissue on the nightstand and grabs another one from the box before lying on his side to face Jungkook. “You probably wod’t be able to sleep addy better ind here. I dod’t d’ow why I keep sndeezing but it…I…it…ohh…”

Jungkook scoots over a little so he’s more out of range, and Jimin buries his nose into the tissue in his hand. 

“hngxt! Hh’gtshch! ptchsh’iew!”

“Sneeze all you need to, hyung. I can sleep through it. As long as that’s all you’re doing…”

Thankfully, Jimin doesn’t ask him what he means by that– he’s too busy gearing up to sneeze yet again. Jungkook smiles and rolls over to face the other direction. He knows he’ll end up on his stomach again, or probably smushed up against Jimin’s side, but for now he closes his eyes and tunes out the noisiness of his sneezy hyung out so that he can finally drift off to sleep.  

Call Me What I Am

In which Jimin has to take an immediate leave from work.

Whump-centric featuring an injured Jimin and a stubborn Yoongi. (plus a little allergic!Yoongi as a treat)

Word count: 3032

FlowerShop!AU Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

a/n: Hi, all! I’m so excited but so incredibly nervous to be back with my first full-length fic in awhile. I feel so unbelievably rusty, and I’m really hoping that doesn’t reflect too much in my writing. I’m so beyond appreciate of those of you that have been so kind to me while I took a much longer than anticipated hiatus. But I’m happy to be back! The featured flower for this installment is a black dahlia. Points if you know what types of emotions they represent! This is my first ever fic on this blog that doesn’t involve illness, and is my first injury fic period. It required me to do a bit of research, so I hope I did the story justice! Please let me know if you guys end up liking this one xx thanks for reading!

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It had only taken Jimin a few months to realize that there truly was no-one out there quite like Min Yoongi.

Granted, he had expected so from the very beginning. There was just something about the tattoo artist that continued to draw Jimin in the more they spent their time together. Each date would seem better than the last, and Jimin found himself more times than not planning out what the two could do on their next outing before the current one had even finished. But despite the unbridled amounts of joy they would experience together, there was something about Yoongi that had been on Jimin’s mind for quite some time now.

For one reason or another, the tattooer did not want to call him his ‘boyfriend’.

Keep reading

I'm sorry if you weren't here for a feels trip.

Requester, i'm sorry it took so long to finish and it ended in a completely different direction. I had lots of trouble with this one, but I'm finally semi-happy with the results. It's ridiculously long and i couldn't choose what scenes to delete..

It became more angst than anything..

Trigger warning: car accident, hospital stay and anxiety attack.

Also a bit of vom*t..

Taehyung, Yoongi and Jimin are the ones in this car, nothing major but enough to scare the boys for sure. Skip the first part to avoid the accident.

"Did you guys reach the hignway yet?" J-hope speaks into the walkie-talkie to talk to the other car. Taehyung, jimin, and Yoongi were driving separately from the other, and the staff gave them a pair of walkie talkies to use.

"No, we just got caught by a red light. You're gonna beat us there.." Jimin replies, looking at the GPS. "It looks like we're still two kilometers away from it."

"Are we starting as soon as we reach the site?" Jungkook asks into the walkie talkie mischievously.

"No. You have to at least wait until we reach the site, you already have four on your team compared to the three on ours." Yoongi leans close to the front seat to talk into the walkie talkie.

"But we have rapmon-hyung on our team. He might break the tent before we can build it." Jungkook says teasingly, letting out a giggle when Namjoon attacks him playfully.

"You little punk I'll-" Namjoon's voice is cut off by the Jungkook releasing the button. Making Taehyung and Jimin giggle.

The two teams were in charge of finding the campsite on their own along with setting up tents and their own fire as a race, then playing some games afterward. It was a simple episode the boys were looking forward to, relaxing under the stars after recording, but things didn't go as planned.

"Taehyung, stop!" Yoongi screams when he hears the car horn blaring, coming right at them.

Taehyung's eyes grew wide when he noticed what was happening, heart pounding in his chest, hitting the breaks as quickly as possible, but it was too late. A silver van slammed into the driver's side, pushing them into a blue car the next lane over.

The light turned green for him to go, but the silver van didn't stop for its red light. The airbags deployed, crushing Jimin and Taehyung into their seats, Yoongi holding onto the door handle as if his life depended on it in the back seat, his heart pounding loudly in his ears.

The three boys sat in silence, in shock by the situation. Tears streamed down both Taehyung and Jimin's cheeks, but Yoongi didn't allow himself to shed any tears. He had to be strong for the younger ones. (Come on. move..) He forced his body to obey him,his hands trembling as he unbuckles his seat belt so he could reach Jimin. (Deep breathes..) At first, his vocal cords felt too tight to get any sound out, but hearing Taehyung's soft whimper made him try harder to calm down.

"Ji-jim-inie..TaeTae are are you okay?" Yoongi's voice comes out hardly over a whisper, coming out a few octaves higher and trembling. He felt the whiplash, causing his head to pound violently, reaching up to try to ease the pain in his neck. "Jimin.." He reached to touch Jimin's elbow.

Jimin jumps, letting out a whimper. "It..it hurts to breathe hyung.."

"Jimin you n-need to ta..take.." Yoongi tried to keep his own breathing under control, but still heard his own gasps of air come out, cutting off his speech. He felt lightheaded, but pushed through it, focusing on the task at hand. He reaches slowly to unbuckle the seat belt, releasing the strap from digging into Jimin, easing some of the pressure. "I..I'm okay.." He assured Yoongi with a weak smile before turning off the car and turning to Taehyung who's still frozen in fear.(Hyung looks more scared than I am.. I need to handle Taehyung for him..)

"Taetae are you okay?" Jimin asks softly, trying to ease some of the burden off Yoongi. "Tae..answer me please.." He touches his shoulder, Taehyung letting out a whimper recovering from the shock enough to answer.

"I..I can't move my leg.." Taehyung felt a sharp pain when he tried to move, sucking air sharply through his teeth. "It hurts Jiminie.."

"Don't try to move it, Tae, it might be broken.." Jimin orders him gently, taking a look for himself. He could see the car was smashed around it, pinning his foot.

"Are y..you okay, minie?" He asks, seeing the tears glistening in his eyes. "Is..is.." Taehyungs question is broken off by a breathless cough.

"I'll be okay, but I think yoongi is really shaken up. We need to get a hold of the others.." Jimin whispers.

"I..I dro..dropped the..the..." Taehyung stutters over his words, stopping when he realizes he can't even catch his breath. He dropped the walkie-talkie to quickly grab the wheel with both hands in an attempt to swerve away.(My lungs feel like they are burning...)

Jimin reaches over to Taehyung, releasing his seat belt for him, then wiping the tears from his face. "Tae calm down.. It's okay..it's okay.. We're all alive, that's all that matters right now." He strokes Taehyung's hair.

"Taehyung-ah, how far away from the site are you guys?" The three boys hear the muffled sound of Jin's voice coming from the walkie talkie that slid under the seat.

Yoongi pulls out his phone to call him into the phone. "Hyung we got hit.." Yoongi speaks quickly to avoid stuttering out the word.

"What? What? Are you okay?" Jin asks, voice thick with worry.

As soon as Jin asks, the tears he tries so hard to hold back finally break through. "I'm scared, Hyung.." His voice cracks. "B..but I'm okay.."

"It's okay to be scared.. just take a deep breath for me, okay?"

Yoongi nods slightly, trying to take a deep breath, but a whimper comes out instead. His heart was beating loud in his ears, and no matter how many breaths he took, it didn't feel like any oxygen was getting into his lungs.

"Yoongi, Yoongi, listen to me, listen to me, I need you to just focus on my voice, okay? Just focus on me.." Jin fights to get Yoongi's attention again. "Yoongi what's your favorite song right now?"

Yoongi tries to recall the song, it giving his mind a distraction from the situation, but his mind goes blank. "I..i can't remember.."

"What was the last song you listened to?"J-hope adds in the conversion.

"We..we were jus..just listening..to.. to Bruno Mars b..before you guys..bebeeped in.." Yoongi's voice came out in quick gasps in-between his sentences.

"What song was it?" Jin keeps the conversation going, asking him about everything and anything. If he saw the newest episode of the drama that they were watching, what they should eat for dinner, what was his favorite character from reservoir dogs. He kept asking the first thing to pop into his head until the sound of the ambulance and police cars were right on them.

"Ah..the police are here.. I got to go.." Yoongi is calmed down by the time the sirens come talking normally again. "I'll call you back when we get settled in the hospital.."

Jimin gets out of the car to talk to the officers, leaning against the car. His chest ached, leaving him breathlessly gasping for air. A paramedic gets him on an oxygen tank, Yoongi getting out to join him, his knees threatening to give in. (No, I don't have time for this..) Yoongi's eyes widen when he sees the damage, the anxiety and fear engulfing him once more. The whole driverside folded in, making the door unopenable, trapping the husky toned vocalist inside.

"{Is everyone okay? How many people were in the car?}" The officer speaks English, but Jimin couldn't process what he was asking, looking to Yoongi for help.

"{Three people car, I'm okay, but my brother can't get out. Stuck..hes stuck}" Yoongi tries to get his thoughts out clearly, but between the anxiety and language barrier, he just points to the door.

"{Help..}" Jimin speaks desperately when he remembered Taehyung couldn't get free. The officers followed their gaze, realizing the situation.

"{Don't worry we'll get him out. Just take some deep breaths. You're hyperventilating..}"

"Hyung I'll talk to them.. you try to calm down.. okay?" Jimin rubs his back, turning to the officer noticing the state Yoongi was in. His face lost all color and his eyes were dilated to look like two black holes. He didn't even know how he was standing with how badly he was trembling.

"Hyung..Jiminie.." The terrified cry of Taehyung got Yoongi's attention.

(I don't have time for this..i need to see Taehyungie..)Yoongi didn't take the time to catch his breath. Not when Taehyung was left alone in the car. He rushed to the driver's side to try to comfort the young vocalist.

Taehyung felt panicked being left alone, trying to free his foot, eyes watering from pain. When he heard the soft tapping of Yoongi on the car. "Hyungie.." His voice barely made it over a whisper, drowned out by the sirens. "I'm scared..."

Yoongi couldn't hear Taehyung, but he didn't have to. He knew Taehyung couldn't be calm being left alone, placing his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him while they waited to cut him out.

"Ca..careful..there's glass.." Taehyung tells Yoongi when he sees him reaching for him.

"I don't care.. I can't sit here doing nothing.." Yoongi shifted all his focus on Taehyung. It was all he could do to keep his nerves under control. (Everything will be fine.. everyone's alive..) Yoongi tried to comfort himself moving aside to let the firemen do their job.

"I found the room.." Namjoon's voice is heard in the hallway, the other members filling the room.

"Hyung.." Jimin runs up to Namjoon as soon as he hears his voice wrapping his arms around him. "Taehyung-ah.. his leg is broken.."

"I know, I know.. I heard..." Namjoon strokes Jimin's back. "But Taehyung is still young, I'm sure it'll heal fine.. how is he?"

"He's really upset about it.. They're still working on the casting.. he's not talking much.. either is Yoongi hyungie.. he's hardly scatched like me, just some bruises and neck pain.. but he seems somewhere else.."

"Yoongi-hyung?" Namjoon steps in the room, going straight up to Yoongi, whose eyes are focused on something he doesn't see. "Hyung, are you okay?"

Yoongi blinks, looking at Namjoon. "Ah, Joon.. yeah, I just got a headache, and my chest hurts from the seat belt, but I'm free to go whenever.. I'm just worried about Tae. It's gonna take him a month to fully recover." He quickly takes the conversation off him, keeping his voice steady. Seeing Taehyung being put on the stretcher after they pried him out of the car was still fresh in his mind.

"Are you sure you're okay, Yoon?"Jin asks, rubbing the back of his neck lightly. "You don't look well, maybe you should stay overnight just in case.."

"No, I want to go home. Jiminie is staying, though.." Yoongi tries again to avert the situation away from himself, Jin turning to Jimin. "What? Are you okay?"

"My neck still really hurts, they did x-rays and its fine, but they think I should stay. They said I can stay in the room with Taehyung.. it's easier for security that way." Jimin rubs the back of his neck, still feeling the whiplash.

"Try to take it easy. Go back to your bed." Namjoon leads Jimin to bed, forcing him to lay back down

Taehyung is wheeled back into the room, his left leg now sporting a large purple cast that Taehyung is still staring at in disbelief. (Three weeks without practice.. but we just got a new choreography.. and we have a concert next month.)

"Taehyungie-hyungie it won't magically disappear." Jungkook says sympathetically, knowing what he was thinking. "You're the fastest at picking up choreography. You'll be able to learn it in time." Jungkook rubs Taehyung's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

"But what about formation? We need to practice so we don't bump into each other and get the timing right." Taehyung says miserably. "And.. and Jiminie and Yoongi-hyung will have to miss practice too.."

"We can figure it out when the time comes Tete, just focus on recovering for now, you look exhausted.." j-hope kisses the of his head. He could see the medicine the hospital gave him, making his eyelids grow heavy, his eyes constantly opening and closing as he fought as he fought his sleep. "Just sleep. I'll give you one on one lessons."

"Okay Hyungie.. im sorry Jiminie..Hyungie.." Taehyung yawns out the words.

"It's not your fault, don't be sorry..they ran the light not you." Jimin tells him, but by the look in his soulmates eyes he knew he didn't believe it.

"Come on, lets go so they can get some sleep." Namjoon tries rallying up the members, but Jungkook was busy digging in his bag. "Kook what are you doing?"

"I put a marker in here yesterday..I can't..oh! There it is!" Jungkook triumphantly shows the black sharpie he found at the bottom of his bag, now doodling on Taehyung's cast.

He draws muscle Cooky, signing his name with a heart writing love you within it. "There, Cooky will help your leg heal faster!" Jungkook desperately wanted to see his youngest hyung smile, giving a big bunny grin when he sees Taehyung reach to touch his artwork with a small grin.

"Thanks, Junggukkkie." Taehyung gives the mankaes hand a squeeze, appreciating the effort to cheer him up."I love it."

"Tommorrow Hobi-hyungie will come draw you a picture, so look forward to it okay?" Jungkook gives a mischievous smile to J-hope, who just looks bewildered at the sudden job he was given.

"What?" J-hope questions, getting a laugh out of Jungkook and Jimin. "Alright, I'll think of something. Just rest up for now. Hyungie? Are you okay?" J-hope notices that Yoongi hasn't made any attempt to get up from the chair.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, I'm coming.." Yoongi stands up, quickly hugging Jimin and Taehyung.

Jimin hardly hugs back, wincing at the movement, Taehyung leaning into him whispering a thank you.

The others do the same, wishing them to get well soon, but Yoongi doesn't notice the others leaving.

J-hope takes Yoongi's hand, giving it a squeeze."It's time to go Hyung." He tells him gently. (Yoongi isn't looking well..)

Yoongi doesn't pull away, security escorting the remaining five members to the two cars. He's hesitant to enter. (It won't happen again..) he tried to reassure himself, cursing his legs for not moving forward.

"Something wrong Yoongi?" Jin asks with a concerned expression.

"Ah, yeah, I just remembered I left something in the car earlier.." Yoongi lies, not wanting to worry the others. Not when two members were still in hospital beds. They had enough to stress about. Yoongi gets in, buckling up the second he takes a seat.

"Everything that was left in the car should be at the hotel staff booked. Your bag is safe." Namjoon tells him.

"What happened to camping?" Yoongi felt sick as soon as the car started moving, nausea twisting his stomach.

"We decided to reschedule. I didn't want you guys sleeping on the ground." Namjoon replies. "We managed to get three rooms last minute. Me and Jinnie-hyung will share a room, Hoba and Jungkookie will share a room and you'll get to rest in your own room.."

"I don't need my own room. Hyung should have it as the oldest." Yoongi didn't want to be alone, but he was too shy to ask someone to stay with him.

"No, it's okay." Jin turns down the offer."i don't mind sharing a room. Everyone will be scared to accidentally hurt you..Yoongi-yah.. are you okay?"

"My stomach hurts.. I think it's the car.." Yoongi tries to focus on the horizon.

"Poor thing.. do you think you'll be sick?" Jin asks gently.

Yoongi's reply was a wet burp, sending everyone in the car looking for a bag for him, Jin finding one in the pocket of the car. "Here Yoongi..just in case.." He holds it open for him, not surprised when he sees the kimchi fried rice from breakfast fill the bag.

" 'm sorry Hyung.." Yoongi says as another painful ripple pushes up more.

"Why are you sorry? It's okay.." Jin makes sure the plastic bag stays wide open to be sure nothing misses.

Namjoon keeps Yoongi's bangs away from his face. "We're almost there Hyung..we'll get you to bed.."

Yoongi really wished he insisted that Jin should've got his own room because he was the oldest, cursing his body for ruining his chance.

Yoongi was hopelessly awake at 3:46 in the morning, just staring at the alarm clock next to him, watching the digital numbers change.

(Everytime I close my eyes I can see hear Taehyungie's panicked voice, or see Jiminie's tear stained face..) Yoongi sighs, wincing when he turns over to face away from the clock instead of waiting for 3:47 to come. "They're fine.." he whispers to himself, throwing the pillow over his face, trying once more to give his body the rest it desperately needed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~skip to avoid blood~~~~~~~~~~~

"Watch out!" The scream of J-hope echos in the car, the flashing of headlights leaving Yoongi blinded. The blaring of a horn and the clashing of metal on metal follows, Yoongi jolting forward. It was him that was driving this time. When swirves, the red car doesn't even attempt to avoid them, slamming directly into the side of the car. Yoongi let's out a scream when he looks back to check on J-hope seeing him unconscious, blood dripping from his head.

"Hoba..Hoba...!" Yoongi tries to get to him, but he's unable to move.

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Yoongi wakes up completely drenched in sweat, looking around the room in frenzied panic. (Where's my phone..?) He fumbles to find the lamp switch in the dark, finding his phone and quickly calling J-hope.

"Mm...?" J-hope was hardly awake, his voice only coming out as a soft grunt.

"Hoba.. I just w..w..wanted to he..hear yo..your voice..go back to sleep.." Yoongi let out the breath he was holding when he hears J-hope's sleepy voice.

"Who is it...?" J-hope speaks slowly into the phone, not even processing the panic in Yoongi's voice. Yoongi takes a few deep breaths before talking again, trying to steady his trembling voice before he woke up J-hope. (This was stupid.. it was just a bad dream..)

"Don't worry.. go back to sleep.." Yoongi doesn't hang up the phone though, finding comfort in hearing J-hope's steady breath on the other end, lulling him back to sleep.

J-hope wakes up to his phone alarm clock, jumping when he hears it blaring right by his ear. "Aiish! I thought I had it on the desk.. huh?" He looks at his phone with bewilderment. (Why have I been on the phone with yoongi for three hours?)

"What's wrong hyungie?" Jungkook asks with yawn.

"I think Yoongi-hyung called me in his sleep."

At first J-hope thought nothing of it. It wouldn't be the first time Yoongi fell asleep with his phone in his hands, all it would take was a slip of his thumb to call him, but as he was getting ready to leave he heard his phone vibrate three times.

Did you hear a scream last night? I think it was Yoongi-hyung.

Namjoon makes a separate chat room leaving the deagu rapper out of it.

I didn't hear anything, but me and Hobi-hyungie and I were farther away from his room..

Jungkook replies looking at J-hope. "Check the new chat."

I slept with headphones in. Namjoon was snoring.

Jin replies.

You think you heard him screaming? I woke up being on call with him this morning..

J-hope sends to the chat, biting on his bottom lip. (Did he actually mean to call me last night? Did I fall asleep on him?)

Yoongi knocks on J-hope's door. "Hoba, Jungkookah, are you ready to go?"

J-hope opens the door, pulling Yoongi into the room. "Good morning, Yoongi-hyung. Did you sleep well?"

"It was hard falling asleep. Couldn't get comfy." Yoongi didn't want to talk about his dreams. He already felt better after seeing J-hope safe and sound. Yoongi smoothes down J-hope's bed head.

"I packed last night except for my toiletries. I just got to brush my teeth. Are you sure you're okay Hyung?"

"I said im fine. Dont worry about me worry about yourself. You still owe Taehyungie a drawing." Yoongi switched subjects.

"Oh right, did you decide what you'll draw on Taehyungie-hyungie's cast Hobi-hyung?" Jungkook asks.

"Aiish.. I totally forgot about that! I'll just wing it.." J-hope starts running ideas through his mind as he brushed his teeth. (Maybe he's just in pain..) J-hope drops it, but not before messaging the others to keep an eye on him.

Yoongi presses his forehead to the window, watching the clouds go by. Even after sleeping a couple of hours before, he was riddled with bad dreams. It felt like he didn't sleep at all. Each turn of the car made his stomach queasy, rubbing his stomach to try to ease the pain.

(Again? Why...?)

"Hyung, are you okay?" He feels J-hope rubbing his shoulder.

"Just car sick.. I just want to go home and lay down for a bit.." Yoongi wished he'd just give in and tell them, but seeing Jimin dozing on Jungkook's shoulder and thinking about Taehyung in the other car he kept his mouth shut.

J-hope makes gentle circles on Yoongi's stomach, trying to ease the nausea for him, smiling when he heard Yoongi take a deep sigh. "Try to sleep Hyungie.. I'll wake you when we get home.."

Yoongi wishes once more, that he told someone about his dreams when he finds himself bolting up right, gasping for air when another awful scenario playing in his mind, this time it is Taehyung who's badly injured, unable to ever walk again.

Yoongi holds his chest, taking deep breaths to try to ease the painful throbbing of his accelerating heart rate. "It's just a dream.. he's fine.." Yoongi tried to convince himself, but the dream still lingered. He had to go see Taehyung. Just a peek in the room to ease his troubled mind.

"F*ck..." Yoongi swears underneath his breath as a wave of vertigo hits as he tries to stand, quickly sitting back down on the bed again, holding his head in his hands as he waits for it to pass. The dream left him feeling feverish and sick to his stomach.

Yoongi pushes his body to move forward, staying close to the wall in case the dizziness returns, making his way to Taehyung's room, cracking the door open as slowly as possible.

Yoongi saw Taehyung’s sleeping figure on the bed, hugging a pillow to his chest. He steps in a little farther, just close enough to see the outline of his face. (See? He's not in a hospital room.. he's home.. he's okay.. this is stupid..)

Yoongi slowly backs out of the room, unaware that the mankae he visited wasn't asleep. As soon as Yoongi latches the door shut again, he uses the new chat to tell the others.

Yoongi-hyung just went into my room, checked up on me and left.. His breathing sounded off to me.

No one replies until the morning, Jin being the first.

Something is wrong, but he doesn't want to tell anyone. We'll need to think of a plan..

Taehyung had already thought of one. It was his fault they got into the accident. He had to fix it. (He was fine before the accident.. if only I waited a little longer..)

Please help me with an idea..

Yoongi wakes up covered in sweat once more, going into the shower to wash up, splashing water into his face, grimacing when he sees his reflection in the mirror.(When will I become too tired to dream?)

Yoongi lets the water run on him to try to ease his sore muscles. (It's quiet in the house.. it must be because Jiminie and Taehyungie are still asleep.)

Yoongi hears the sound of Taehyung’s scream on his way to the kitchen, rushing into the room.

"Taehyungie what's wrong?!" Yoongi rushes to the bed side, but Taehyung didn't answer. His face was buried in his hands, breathing heavily.

"Taehyung, Taehyung look at me.. it's okay...It's okay.." Yoongi strokes his hair, trying to calm him.

Taehyung leans his head on his shoulder, two tears rolling down his cheek. "I..I'm scared.."

"It's just a dream.. I got you.." Yoongi wraps his arm around the young vocalist, wiping Taehyung’s tears with his thumb.

"What do I do...? I'm scared it'll happen again.." Taehyung buried his face inside Yoongi's shoulder, breathing in his freshly showered scent.

"I don't know. I'm in the same position.." Yoongi admits, feeling the weight lifting off his shoulders to tell someone.

Taehyung tilts his head to the side, looking up at him with feigned innocence. Yoongi usually would've seen past his acting. Would've noticed his tears stopped too quickly. It made Taehyung worry more. "You too? About the accident?"

"Kinda.. it's just.. you guys are getting hurt and there's nothing I can do.." Yoongi's voice comes out soft, threatening to crack as the memory tries returning, shaking his head to try to clear the memory away.

"It's okay, Hyung, you don't have to talk about it.." Taehyung pushes Yoongi's bangs from his face to get a better look at him, eyes widening when he feels the heat from his forehead. "Can..you cuddle with me a little? Or maybe we can just hold hands? Until I fall back to sleep?"

Yoongi would usually reject, but when he sees the worried expression on Taehyung's face, he gives in, laying down on the youngers chest. (He's scared he'll have another bad dream.. Maybe this will be good for both of us..)

"Thank you Hyungie.." Taehyung wraps his arms around Yoongi, lightly running his fingers across Yoongi's back, tracing the his shoulder blades.

"Thank you for asking.." Yoongi's voice comes out lower and slow as he starts to drift asleep, feeling his body relaxing against Taehyung, listening to his heart beating.

"Go to sleep Hyungie, you can stay with me in my room as long as you need." Taehyung whispers, smiling when he feels Yoongi's body go limp, already fast asleep.

Taehyung reaches for his phone, messaging the group chat.

It worked.. Yoongi is asleep in my room.. I'll need some fever reducers..