SEVEN

A frustrated sigh escapes my lips as I finally climb out of bed. The blankets are already tossed around everywhere, the pillow turned upside down.

Damn.

I'd gotten so used to sleeping with Jimin by my side that I just couldn't. I just couldn't fall asleep.

Even the past few days, it'd been so hard to.

Tucking my pillow around my arm, I creak open the door and walk down the dim, quiet halls. Jimin's room was just to the right— thankfully one of the closest.

I just swing the door open and march through.

"What the—"

"Min, move over. I can't sleep." I say, putting the pillow down next to him and crawling under the blankets. "This is your fault, you know."

"Seven?" His groggy voice turns a bit more awake, and I sigh contentedly as I pull the covers up to my neck. "Why are you here."

"Because I can't sleep without you, idiot." I hiss, my lips squeezed together. "And my bed standards have gone up 'cause of you. Now my bed seems too tiny."

He laughs, which makes me frown.

"Don't laugh, Min. The only direction of teasing here is from me to you."

He suddenly talks quiet, with a deep sigh. "My name's Jimin. Will you stop calling me that? It makes me sound like a child."

This time I'm the one who laughs.

"You are a child." I say, which makes him narrow his eyes into silver slits. "Heck, you don't even know where to put your hands when I kiss you. It's hilarious."

And when his cheeks rise in a fiery blush, I poke my fingertips against them.

"Also, you blush too easily."

"Get out."

He turns over on his side, and I can't help but smile so wide that my lips start hurting. Even now. He was like a little, angry kid.

"I'm just kidding." I coo, playing with his hair. I feel him tense up when I wrap my arms around the curves of his waist, pressing my forehead against his lean back.

"Then what do you want me to call you?" I tease, enjoying this too much even though I should probably stop. "Rice cake? Chim?"

"Love?"

"Can you just— stop..." He whispers, breathing out softly. "Just call me Min. I don't care anymore, since apparently you don't call people by the names that they have."

I bite on my lip trying to stop grinning like an idiot.

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I wake up to the shatter of glass.

"Jimin!"

He's on the floor, looking stunned with his hands still outstretched in front of him. A glass cup is shattered to pieces around his feet.

I instantly jump out of bed, wrapping my hand around his shoulder. Then I pull, brushing away the glass with the edge of my feet so he doesn't step on them.

"Yah." I say worriedly, waving a hand in front of his wide silver eyes. "Are you okay? What's up?"

He swallows.

"I don't know."

Then the door crashes open, and both of us freeze at once when Jungkook and Yoongi come crashing through. I hear Taehyung's roar behind them, clearly pissed off.

"Holy &₩&@₩ @$$&&$@—" Yoongi yelps the moment he sees the glass, flailing his arms just before he steps on them. "So that's what made the noise. Hm."

Jungkook breathes.

"Noona! You slept here?"

I just want to know why this is happening right now.

"Sorry, sorry." Taehyung says, shaking out his blue hair. He looks up, his voice levels deep from just waking. "Seven. I just— can I borrow you for a second? Or is this not a good time?"

"Obviously not, idiot." Yoongi drawls, and I feel Jimin push onto his feet underneath my hold. He shakes his head, cheeks blushed with embarrassment.

"No, it's fine."

"What?" I hiss-whisper, blinking at him with wide eyes. "Min! Explain to me, what just happ—"

"Just go. I'm okay." He says, and I stare at him until he tugs the loose hood of his gray jacket over his head. Then he stumbles back to the bed, flipping the blanket to cover his entire body.

What the heck?

"Noona, it's okay. Me and Yoongi can take care—"

Jungkook sucks in a sharp breath, sentence cutting off when Yoongi lands a stray pillow on his face.

"Did you forget all about formalities, you little rabbit? Do I need to educate you again?"

Taehyung grips my wrist. Just before he tugs me out of the room, I look back to Jimin. He's still a curled up ball on the bed, a mass of blankets and pillows.

"Seven."

I turn to Taehyung. He breathes out a frustrated sigh, his eyes wide as he tugs nervously at his sleeved hands. My brows raise— I'd never seen him this anxious before.

"Tae? What's wrong?"

"I— I don't know where to start." He whispers, licking his lips. "I found her. That person who can help with Jimin's eyes."

My face brightens, and I clasp my hands together. But his only darkens, and I blink in confusion.

"Shouldn't you be happy about that?"

"I know. I'm happy, but—" He sighs loudly, hands shifted down to tug at the  hem of his shirt now. "None of them know. You're the only one who can help me, Seven."

"She's in South."

My mouth drops open, the same moment he twists his own together.

"I know, I know. It's so dangerous, and I'm sorry for dragging you into this. But I know none of the hyungs will think it's a good idea. They won't let me, not after what happened last time. I just know it."

"Taehyung, come on."

I lead him to my room. He's a shivering mess, and I'm getting more worried now. Why was he acting like this?

As soon as I close the door behind us, I turn to him with a serious face.

"What happened last time?"

He swallows. But then he opens his lips, voice heavy.

"Do you know how Jimin lost his eyes in the first place, Seven? It's because of me. It's all my fault that he got enslaved that time."

I can hear him holding back tears.

"We were on a m-mission." He says, clenching his fists. "And I was stupid. Jimin told me it wasn't a good idea, but I still did it anyways. We got caught, in the South."

He looks down. "I can't go into details, I can't. But Jimin took everything on himself to protect me, and he was enslaved for an year until we could finally get him out."

His voice trembles.

"You have no idea, how desperate I am for this. When we found him, he was blind in both eyes and was so thin and hurt I couldn't even recognize him at first. And— and—"

"Don't."

I wrap a comforting arm around Taehyung's shoulder, already knowing what he'd been about to say.

Jimin was pretty.

My lips tighten over in anger, and I understand why he hadn't been willing to go to the others. After all that, of course they wouldn't let him go.

It was too dangerous. Even I thought that— it was practically a suicide attempt.

"Taehyung...."

He looks up, eyes shining. Disappointment and hurt is flashing clearly in the dark irises, before it quickly morphs into understanding.

"I-I mean, of course I understand. Just don't tell the others, okay? Because I'm still going to—"

"I'll help you."