Hey y'all, we have a new system to sygnify who's writing when by using emojis at the start of each section, so here is the key for that:

LittleSpoonSebastian - 🥄

Jeon-Park Jimin - 🏞️

Moonchild_hobi - ⚡

MyaDee - 🍟

JustinMochii - 🌱

Nerdycookie01 - 🍪

And now, on with the story!

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"Dallyeora bangtan!"

The run episode wasn't quite complete just yet, but the two winning teams had nothing left to do. Taehyung and Jimin, who had tried their hardest to succeed, ended up losing drastically due to their poor choices in the first games. Jimin was a little annoyed that he would have to clean up after the other teams, but a game was a game after all. Taehyung was a little more than annoyed; he had proposed this idea to the Run! BTS staff and managed to come dead last playing his own game.

Jimin leaned on Taehyung's shoulder as they sat at the table, watching the others enjoy the (cold) steak and pasta,

"Taehyungie, don't be too upset. We tried our best, remember?" Taehyung sighed, playing absent-mindedly with a few strands of Jimin's hair, that was somehow still soft despite having meringue in it earlier that day. He reflected on the day and realised that although he lost, it was overall a fun day. He got to spend time with his brothers, cook Italian cuisine, no matter how badly, and he got to meet a professional chef. All in all today wasn't bad.

He smiled softly and replied,

"Yeah, I guess it wasn't that bad, hyung. Today was fun." Jimin giggled and put a comforting hand on the younger's thigh,

"I knew you'd come around. It was fun, wasn't it?" Taehyung nodded slowly, then frowned,

"We still gotta clean up though." Jimin laughed out loud and said,

"It isn't that horrible, Taehyung! I do it all the time after Jin-hyung cooks, you don't see me complain!" Jimin pulled him up by his hand and dragged him over to the messy kitchen.

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The kitchen was... a fucking dump to put it simply. Taehyung groaned and moped about the place whilst Jimin actually started cleaning, collecting up dishes and utensils that hadn't been put in one of the sinks yet. Taehyung picked up a colander and placed it aggressively into the sink. Jimin chuckled at Taehyung's childish antics and began to fill the sink with hot soapy water.

"They even used a blender, Jiminie! I don't wanna clean that!" Taehyung whined as he sat on the floor, and while he was at it, found a chopstick on the floor that Yoongi had been using. He picked it up and flung it into the sink, splashing Jimin lightly with bubbles. Jimin imitated Taehyung's whines and said,

"I'll clean the blender, you big baby! Just wipe the counters down." Taehyung sighed and opened the cupboard of cleaning supplies.

Jimin cleaned most of the dishes, and took the blender away from the island counter to fill it with water. There were some tough stains in there that he wasn't gonna be able to scrub off straight away. Taehyung wiped down the counters, humming idly to himself. Eventually Taehyung needed to go to the bathroom. He had drunk a large glass of coke during the filming and hadn't been to the bathroom in over 2 hours. He let Jimin know where he was going and left, still humming quietly.

Jimin finished up with the dishes, wiping his hands on the towel he had laid out on the side. He turned to the dreaded blender that he had to rinse. He picked it up and poured out the water, smiling when he saw that there were barely any stains left. The blender was mostly clean, just a few tougher parts under the blade.

He reached into the blender to take the detachable blade out. It was a tight fit but he fumbled around for a moment before he heard a small 'click!' as the plastic child safety latch loosened. He went to pull the blade out but found that his hand wasn't able to move.

"Shit," he whispered to himself, trying to pull it out roughly.

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The blender just lifted with his arm, his hand wedged tight in. The blades were between his fingers, so he was careful to not squeeze his hand, or he would end up slicing his fingers. That would be the last thing he would need after spending all that time cooking, just to lose, and then all that time cleaning.

He gave his arm one final shake, but it was no use. He placed the blender back down onto the counter, and, with his other hand, pressed down onto the base, trying to ground the damn thing.

Jimin didn't notice the wire leading to the plug socket. He didn't realise that the blender was still plugged in, and that fateful switch was turned on.

It all happened in just a moment. His palm pressed onto the buttons on the base, and the blender whirred into life, the blades slicing through his fingers like a knife on soft butter. In less than the second, the blender was covered in mush. Bloody, pinky, hand. Jimin screamed so loud he could be heard on the other side of the building.

He shoved the blender away from his body, and the rest of his hand came loose, showing him just the extent of the damage.

Well no, not really. His hand was so mangled and bloody, with bits hanging off precariously, he had no idea what was where, and just how much of his human body was sitting in that fucking blender.

Taehyung ran into the kitchen, his eyes round with the animalistic sound that had come out of the small singer's body. "Jimin?! What on ear-"

"I blended my hand, I blended my fucking hand!" Jimin screamed back, hot tears rolling down his cheeks. The adrenaline was still stopping him from feeling the full extent of the pain, but, as he held his wrist in the air with his in-tact hand, the wooziness kicked in, and he collapsed, though not unconscious.

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Taehyung felt his heart beating out of his chest, and his vision went blurry just at a single look at the mangled mess that was left of Jimin's hand. He pulled himself together, his vision slowly coming back to normal and ran out the kitchen, screaming for help.

Meanwhile the others we're chilling, enjoying the food, playfully laughing at jimin and taehyung while also sharing sympathy for them. That was until they heard an ear splitting scream echo throughout the building. They immediately recognised it as Jimin, and they knew that was a genuine scream of terror. They all looked at each other, before jumping up to go see what was going on. Only just as they were about to open the door, taehyung burst through, looking extremely traumatised.

"PLEASE HELP!" Taehyung cried. It was a guttural, instinctual scream that sent chills down all their spines. Taehyung broke down in sobs, collapsing onto his knees. Jin knelt down next to him, trying to get him to calm down, while the others ran to the kitchen to see what happened to Jimin.

"Taehyung, deep breaths, please calm down and tell me what happened." Jin said, trying to keep calm himself, but inside he was panicking.

"Jimin.... Jimin... Hand.... Blender...." is all Taehyung could get out, panicking too much. He felt like he was choking, and all he could see in his head was flashes of Jimin's mangled hand. Jin pieced the pieces together, and realised that Jimin must have blended his hand. He remembers now. He left the blender on. He left it plugged into the wall. It's his fault. His heart clenches, and he can't help but sob along with Taehyung. He didn't want to go and see the damage he caused.

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Jimin just lay on the floor, his heart slamming in his chest. His head felt all echoey, like he was coming in and out of consciousness. He couldn't remember where Taehyung went. His mind just kept repeating the moment the blades ripped his skin and bone to ribbons. He could feel the blood soaking onto his chest, but he couldn't move. Jimin was going into a bad state of shock.

His head is suddenly pulled into Hoseok's lap, who starts stroking his hair quickly, his own breathing fast. "J-Jimin, don't l-look at it. Oh, m-my poor sweetheart!"

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Hoseok looks. Hoseok is no doctor but even he can sense there's not much hope for Jimin's hand. He keeps stroking Jimin's head as Jimin fades in and out of consciousness.

"J-Jin hyung! C-call the a-ambulance!" Hoseok yells. "And somebody get me something to wrap his hand up with before he bleeds to death!" Hoseok continues as he now rocks with Jimin, careful to not look at his hand again.

Back at the dining room, Jin is eaten up with guilt as he hears Hoseok's yells. "If I had just unplugged the blender, Jimin would have two perfectly good hands." Jin thinks to himself. He quickly dials the emergency number and tells dispatch the situation. As he's doing that, Yoongi grabs all the rags and towels he can carry and runs to Jimin.

After the call Jin breaks down crying. "It's all my fault" he mumbles. "I'm a terrible hyung who-" his words are cut short by Namjoon, Jungkook, and Taehyung who hug him.

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"It's not your fault hyung. Jimin would never blame you for this. Shh it's ok." Namjoon calmed Jin down while the younger two continued to hug him.

Yoongi ran to Hoseok and Jimin and finally saw what had happened. He threw the towels at Hoseok while he ran to them. Hoseok started wrapping Jimin's hand up while Yoongi was trying to get Jimin to talk.

"Jiminie? Hey buddy can you stay awake for me? Please."

"Yoonie Hyung?" Jimin slurred.

"Yes it's Yoonie Hyung. Hobi Hyung is also here. Can you tell me the other member's names?"

"He hurt his hand not his head." Hoseok sassed but Yoongi ignored him, and so did Jimin.

"Jinnie, Joonie Hyung..."

"Yeah that's good."

"Kookie... TaeTae.. Where are they?"

"They are in the dining room, they will be here soon."

"Noooo..."

"No? Why not? They are so worried for you." Hoseok finally stepped in and asked a question.

"Not Kookie... He no see.."

"You don't want Jungkook to see you hurt?" Jimin just nods and Yoongi.

"Aww it's ok. You are so strong Minnie, he will still think you are his strong Hyung." Hoseok said.

Soon the other joined them into the kitchen, Jungkook took one look and then ran away, Taehyung followed to calm him down. Jin walked over to Jimin and told him he's sorry, and Namjoon just stayed quiet.

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Namjoon edged towards the blender, his stomach churning at all the mess. Despite his brain telling him to turn away, he lifted the blender, and looked at the thick half-liquid inside.

He could see a finger. A literal severed finger. Namjoon retched hard as he pulled it out, trying not to focus on the texture, the feeling, the blood. He was determined to do something. To help Jimin. He pulled the bag of ice out the freezer, and poured some into a cup. He placed the finger inside in the hopes to keep it alive, and hopefully get it stitched back on.

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Jimin was sobbing weakly at this point, moments away from passing out. Hoseok clutched onto his shoulders in support, torn between letting him feel less pain and keeping him awake. A while later a staff member ran into the kitchen and told them that the ambulance had arrived. The sense of shock hadn't gotten any better for Jimin, who was now unable to speak coherently, just mumbling and whining when the members asked him questions. The whole world was echoing and swaying in front of his eyes. Hoseok stroked Jimin's hair constantly, trying to ground him, but Jimin had been so numb all this time that he couldn't feel it. However his bodily instincts were kicking in, and feeling was beginning to return to his bleeding, mangled hand.

Hoseok began to sit Jimin up so they could start heading to the ambulance. Jimin whimpered softly as he swayed, his head feeling heavy like it was full of cement. Taehyung and Seokjin were too distraught to really help much, and Namjoon was still trying to recover from touching Jimin's severed finger, so Yoongi ended up taking Jimin's other side and letting him lean on the two rappers. The combined strength of Yoongi and Hoseok allowed them to practically lift Jimin out of the kitchen. As Jimin's hand was lowered he felt a new, horrible sensation of blood exiting his body through his ragged flesh and lacerated fingers. He gasped shakily as he felt the feeling of nausea rising in his throat. Before he could attempt to string the words "I'm gonna be sick" together in his head, he was being manhandled into a sitting position inside a painfully bright and sterile smelling box. Oh. Ambulance. The thought was cloudy and unclear, but at least he could acknowledge where he was.

"Okay, Jimin? I need you to look at me please," a paramedic said clearly. Jimin looked up at precisely the wrong time. The paramedic was to the right of him and the other was on the left, taking the towel off and exposing Jimin's bloody and mangled hand. Unfortunately, Jimin looked left. He had very little time to warn them before he was retching violently and, too weak to hold it back, dribbling vomit down his front in large amounts.

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The paramedic whipped a kidney dish under the poor singer, though a little too late. Jimin managed to direct the next mouthful into it, choking and coughing at each retch. He shivered so violently he felt like he was falling off the bed. If it weren't for the paramedic holding him back, he would have fallen off the bed onto the floor.

The paramedics really wanted him to lie down, but, with him still vomiting every 10 seconds, it wasn't safe enough. All Yoongi could do was squeeze Jimin's intact hand, trying to keep his face still as P2 began to pull back Jimin's broken fingers, trying to make his hand more hand shaped again.

The damage was extreme. His index finger was severed right to the base, which Namjoon still held in the bag of ice. His middle finger had the tip completely cut off, which wasn't found. The other two fingers and the thumb were still attached, but so mangled and ripped it didn't really look like they could be saved.

Hoseok let out a loud retch as he caught sight of the bone, and a kidney dish is quickly shoved under his chin, but he manages to hold it better, and doesn't throw up.

Jimin's palm has three large gashes along it, revealing mutilated bone and flesh. As Hoseok thought more, he had no clue if Jimin's whole hand would even survive this whole ordeal.

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"You said you found one of his fingers?" P2 asks Namjoon, who had previously mentioned what he had found.

"Oh, yeah." Namjoon said, handing over the bag of ice. The paramedic looks at it, keeping it in the ice to see if it could be reattached.

"Well, thanks to you keeping it in ice, we might just be able to reattach it, but we won't know for sure until we get him to hospital and the surgeons can assess the damage." P2 says, Making sure the severed finger was deep in the ice again to give it the best chance possible, and puts it in a bucket they have on board.

After vomiting, Jimin was about to pass out again, and as soon as he was done P1 made sure to guide him so he was lying down. They wrapped his hand, or what was left of it. In several layers of bandages and ice, and then rested it on his opposite shoulder, to stop some of the bleeding.

"Ok, we really need to get Jimin to the hospital now, and unfortunately we can't fit all of you in here. We'll allow for one of you to come but the rest will have to travel separately." They all look around at each other, seemingly communicating with their eyes, something they've gotten good at these days. Eventually all eyes turned to Yoongi, who was sitting next to Jimin before he was laid down. In fact, he was the only one still standing in the ambulance. He just nodded, turning around to the paramedics.

"So you're coming?" They confirm, and Yoongi nods again. P2 shows him where he can sit while P1 tells the others where to go, before closing the doors. P2 drives while P1 stays in the back, keeping a keen eye on Jimin and making sure his vitals are all as stable as possible for a situation like this. Jimin was just about conscious, but he was very woozy at this point, mumbling nonsense. It's unlikely he'll remember any of this.

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Yoongi watched as a port was slid into Jimin's good hand, and was injected with Ketamine, a strong pain reliever and relaxant. At the same time, P1 held a gas and air tube to Jimin's mouth, and, when he wasn't mumbling, he'd take a small suck on it. No matter what they gave him, it seemed like there was no relief to Jimin's pain.

"Jiminie, do you remember what happened?" Yoongi decided to ask, getting increasingly worried about just how woozy and dizzy the younger seemed to be. "Do you know where you are?"

"Feel sick ..." he mumbled back after nearly a full minute.

Despite the state he was in, his body suddenly forced him to sit, and he let out a long, loud retch, his body shuddering with effort. A fresh kidney dish is placed under him again, whilst Yoongi rubbed his back gently, trying to relieve some of the knots in his muscles.

Jimin finally coughed up a few mouthfuls of bile, then flopped back onto the bed with a loud groan, no colour in his face. With the medication, he finally passed out.

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The boys sat in the waiting room, waiting quietly for any news on how the surgery on Jimin's hand was going. All they had so far was that Jimin definitely wouldn't lose his hand, though he might lose all of his fingers. The doctors had no clue if, even if they did save his hand, whether he'd be able to move it, or get any use out of it. The extent of damage to his muscles, tendons, veins, and nerves was unknown.

It was scary for Yoongi, watching Jimin get put under anaesthesia. The boy was already unconscious from the pain and medicine, so he thankfully didn't get to watch him slip away when the mask was put on him, but then the anaesthesiologist pushed his head back, and a tube was slid into his mouth, and soon, his breaths were made by a ventilator. Yoongi knew it was because anaesthetic paralyses the muscles, and there's a chance he could stop breathing, but it suddenly puts everything into perspective. His best friend had a life changing injury, and it's been less than an hour.

The boys had always clowned Jimin for his small, chubby hands, but it all suddenly seemed disgusting. They knew Jimin was a little insecure. Maybe ... Maybe he did it on purpose?

Yoongi shook his head hard, making the others look at him in worry. There's no way Jimin would do that to himself. Absolutely not. Not when he knew how much it would distress the other boys.

Namjoon couldn't get the image out of his head. The chunky 'liquid' - just describing it as liquid was enough to make him gag - was definitely the worst thing he'd ever seen. Worse than the dead horse he found in the forest as a kid. As soon as he shuts his eyes, the images haunt him again. The way he reached in and touched it ...

Namjoon forcefully stood up, leaning over the bin in the corner, and violently puked, some of it coming through his nose. He felt someone patting his back, shushing him, but he couldn't turn around to see who it was as another stream poured out his mouth.

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He gagged again, puking once more before finally being able to turn around to Hoseok. Still patting his back, he frowned towards his older, but he softly smiled in return.

"Jimin will be alright, he's so so strong."

"That was freaking gross." The two returned to their seats waiting and waiting for news about their dongsaeng.

Every time they looked up at the clock, the time felt like it was going slower and slower. It felt like hours, but in reality it had only been 30 minutes since the puking incident.

The members were all cuddled up to each other, trying to use the other for body heat. All except Jin, Jin was in his own chair at the corner of the room. Head in his lap, knees to his chest.

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The boy had never felt any sort of guilt like it. How could he forget to turn the damn thing off? They unplugged everything so it would be safe to clean. How could he do this to his baby brother? He's an awful hyung. It's all his fault. Not even the other members are hugging him.

The 5 boys didn't know Seokjin's thought train. They didn't know just how badly he was beating himself up. They just thought he didn't want to join the group hug because of his body language.

Seokjin's thoughts were interrupted by a doctor, who smiled warmly at them in turn. "Park Jimin's family? He's out of surgery now. I'm afraid he's lost the tips on the middle and ring finger, but we managed to attach the severed finger, and there seems to be good blood supply. He won't be able to fully open his hand because of the damage to his palm, and it's going to be a little lopsided, but we've done the best we can."

Hoseok looked up, trembling. "P-Please, can we see him?"

The doctor opened the door, and they got led to Jimin's private room. He was still sleeping, his hand wrapped into a large bandaged fist, but the colour was back in his face, and he looked peaceful.

Seokjin sat down, scooping Jimin's good hand into his own. Tears of guilt and happiness sprang to his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Jimin. I'm so, so sorry. I wish I had checked the stupid thing. It's all my fault and-"

"Hyung," the singer wheezed quietly.

Seokjin looked up in shock. Jimin still had his eyes closed, but his hand gripped Seokjin's a little tighter as he was coming around.

"It's not your fault."

Also an update from LittleSpoonSebastian:
Hi guys, so I know I haven't been that active recently but I have good reason. I was really sick yesterday and had to go to a clinic where I was told I have a water infection. I'm still sick now so I won't be writing much, but don't worry I'll inevitably be posting a sickfic inspired by what happened to me lmao <3