"I'm so bored!" Taehyung yelled, hanging upside down on the couch the boys had dragged into their railway station.

"Well what do expect us to do about it?" Yoongi fired back at the younger boy, a scowl on his face.

"Chill guys, you don't need to fight over nothing," Namjoon tried to calm the bickering between the boys.

"I wanna do something!" Taehyung yelled again, drawing the attention of all the boys where they sat around the railway station.

They were all silent for a while, just sitting and relaxing. But there was no denying that their minds were racing. "I miss Izzy," Hoseok whispered the words that they were all thinking. All eyes snapped to him and six heads slowly nodded in agreement.

"Where could she be?" Jungkook mumbled, scuffing his boots across the cement floor.

"We should have followed her when she started running home." The boys nodded at Jin's statement. They had all known in the moment that they shouldn't just let her go. But they did. They had promised to keep her with them and they had broken that promise. And they had regretted it every day for the past two weeks.

Jimin's hands scraped down his face and his elbows rested on his knees. He hadn't been sleeping well the past two weeks, and he knew it was because of Izzy. Not knowing where she was or if she was okay was taking its toll on all of the boys. They never admitted it out loud but they all cared about her.

It was easy to see that she was struggling with something, and they can't pretend that their lives have been all sunshine and rainbows. They've all had days when they were alone, days when they couldn't find enough food, days when they had no place to sleep. But somehow they had found each other, and together they worked their way off the streets. They started off living in that railway station and now they had more money than they could ever spend. It wasn't easy getting there. And it wasn't always lawful. But they did what they had to do and they gambled their way out of the rotten lives that they had been dropped into. And after taking Izzy into their group, they were going mad not knowing what was wrong or how to help her.

Just as Jimin was opening his mouth to speak a phone rang. Namjoon's eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar number but he put the phone to his ear. "Hello?" The boys watched his eyes widen as a voice chattered rapidly on the line.

"She what? Is she okay? Where are you?" Namjoon scrambled off the couch and ran from the railway, the boys were right on his heels.

"Joon! What's going on? Who was on the phone?" Jin shouted as they ran, following Namjoon's pounding footsteps on the sidewalk.

Namjoon didn't stop running but he turned his head to glance back and make sure the boys were following him. "Izzy's in trouble," his words were swept up by the wind but they still heard his troubled voice. They pushed themselves to run faster.

They ran until their legs felt like they were on fire and their lungs nearly gave out. But they made it to a glass door with a horseshoe hanging over it. Namjoon slammed past the glass, running into the small cafe. Jungkook bent over, hands resting on his knees, panting heavily. The others were no better, clutching their sides and gulping air.

A tiny woman with graying hair rushed out from behind the counter. "Are you the Kim Namjoon from Izzy's phone?" She sounded as anxious as they felt.

"Yes," he sucked in a breath, "Where is she," breath, "What happened," breath.

"She's in the kitchen. Come on, quickly!" The woman practically sprinted into the cafe kitchen, the boys right behind her.

"Izzy!" The name left Jimin's mouth and before he even realized it he was kneeling at her side. "Oh Izzy, what happened to you," he hoped that no one heard the break in his voice. He cradled her head in his lap as gently as he could but a quiet whimper still escaped her mouth.

Jimin vaguely heard the older boys firing questions at the woman but he couldn't focus on anything but the girl curled up on the floor. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and even though her eyes were closed, her face gave away her pain. It killed him to see Izzy in pain. Without even realizing it Jimin began to trace gentle circles on her back. It's like his mind was telling him to do whatever he could to help her, even if he couldn't do much. He just kept rubbing circles through her thin white shirt.

"Jimin," a hand was laid on his shoulder. Jin was leaning over him, looking at Izzy with sad eyes. "Can you carry her?" Jimin nodded as answer and began to shift beneath the girl that was curled up on the floor.

"Come on Izzy, let's go home," he lifted her from the tiles, making her face scrunch up even more, he could see that she was hurting. And he didn't know how to fix it. Izzy's hand flailed through the air, looking like she might slap somebody in the face. But instead of landing a punch her hand smacked into his chest and curled around the fabric of his shirt. She clutched his shirt like a lifeline. Jimin didn't dare pull away. Nor did he want to.

The boys made their way out of the back of the cafe, not wanting to take Izzy past all the people in front. They walked down the sidewalk at a snail speed, keeping Izzy carefully in the center of their circle. The silence that lingered in the air was suffocating but none of them knew how to break it.

Until finally, "Guys?" Six pairs of eyes snapped to Jimin, who still carried Izzy in the center of their group. "Not to sound whiny or anything but my arms are killing me," he groaned. Izzy wasn't heavy by any account, but after holding her for twenty minutes, Jimin's arms were starting to ache.

The boys chuckled a bit at Jimin as Jungkook stepped up to take Izzy's unconscious body. With a bit of reluctance and a sigh of relief he handed Izzy over, trying not to jostle her too much in the process. Even after Jungkook had a secure grip on her legs, which were hanging loosely around his waist, Jimin walked right on his heels, making sure that Izzy was alright. He didn't know what had caused this episode in her but he knew that he wanted to fix it.

After several more minutes of walking the boys finally reached the South side of the city and trekked up their apartment steps. Namjoon was the first to make it to the door and he began digging around his pockets, looking for his keys. And just like usual, he came up short. He turned back to the boys with a sheepish grin, making Jin sigh and toss his own keys to Namjoon. They shuffled into the living room as quietly as they could.

"What's going on?" The boys all froze at the sound of the broken voice.

Izzy pried her eyes open, groaning at the pain in her head. It felt like someone had driven a metal spike through her skull. It took a couple seconds for her eyes to focus, and when they did, she saw a worn out couch and unlit fairy lights strung messily across one wall of the room.

"How are you feeling?" The face that jumped suddenly into her vision nearly made Izzy scream. But she would recognize that messy mop of orange hair anywhere. Izzy sucked in a breath of relief knowing that she was with Jimin.

Izzy sighed and laid her head down on a firm shoulder. Wait. Who was holding her right now?

She pushed back from the man who was holding her legs up around his waist, panicking a bit. Her heart raced like a stampede of wild horses, it pounded so hard she felt her ribs might break. The hands holding her legs up slipped a bit, nearly sending her tumbling to the ground. It was a self-preservational instinct that had Izzy clasping her arms around a set of broad shoulders. She really didn't want to fall and die.

The man holding her stumbled but quickly caught himself, sighing. "Are you okay, Izzy?" Jungkook's familiar voice rang in her ear, his breath brushing against her skin. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, relieved that it wasn't some random man holding her.

Without warning her hand lashed out and smacked his chest.

"Ow! What was that for?" Jungkook whined at her.

"For nearly giving me a heart attack!" She fired back at him.

"Yup, she's fine," Hoseok whispered to Jin while the boys laughed at the pout on Jungkook's face.

"What happened to the cafe?" Izzy realized now that she didn't remember coming here. "Did you guys carry me here?" She also realized that Jungkook was still holding her up. "Um, Jungkook? Not that I don't appreciate you carrying me, but you can put me down now."

His eyes widened to the size of plates and he immediately set Izzy down on her own feet. The tips of his ears glowed red.  And once again the boys laughed at his embarrassment.

Her legs still felt like jello, so Izzy flopped onto the couch, her head falling to touch her knees. The mood of the room shifted for the serious when the boys saw that she was still in pain. They gathered around the couch. Taehyung fell beside her, throwing a warm arm around her shoulders. Jimin knelt down in front of her. While he would normally be captivated by her rum colored eyes, this time he was distracted by the dark circles of skin beneath her eyes and the sickly paleness of her skin.

"Izzy, what happened today?" She couldn't help but notice the pain that laced his soft voice.

Her head shook from side to side, "I can't tell you." She hated how weak she sounded, absolutely hated it.

"Izzy," Yoongi's stern tone made her flinch, "We know something's wrong. Whatever it is, you can tell us." Izzy glanced up at the boys, tears starting to pool in her eyes. "We've had our share of shitty days," the boys nodded solemnly at this, dark looks on their faces. "So trust me when I say that whatever you're going through, we would never judge you for it."

Izzy looked around at all of them, a tear finally rolling down her cheek. They stared back at her with seven pairs of soft eyes.

"Why do you guys care so much? Why do you care at all?" She mumbled quietly, casting her gaze down at the floor.

A pair of hands engulfed her own where they lay in her lap. "Because you're our person." Jimin's beautiful chocolate eyes bored into her own. "And we would do anything to protect you. Even if it's from yourself."