About an hour later, Jimin woke up. "Hey, Jiminie...doctors haven't come back yet, how are you feeling?" Yoongi asked him, turning his phone off. "Tired, but better, I think." Jimin mumbled out, looking around. The room wasn't spinning, for once, his mind had cleared a lot and his muscles weren't aching anymore.

"That's good. I had them give you some pain medication, I hope that's working." Yoongi told him, noticing Jimin's normal heartbeat. "Thank you, hyung...it's helping." Jimin smiled and grabbed gently on to Yoongi's hand. "But, could you maybe go find the doctor? I just need to talk to them." He requested, his brown eyes softening. "Yeah, of course. I'll go look." Yoongi let go of his hand and stood up. He walked over to the door and as he opened it, Jimin called for him. "Hyungie," He looked nervous when Yoongi turned around. "Yeah?" He asked. "Um...I, w-wanted to talk to them in private- w-when you get back." Jimin bit on the nail on his left thumb, using the rest of his hand to hide his face and blushed cheeks. "Yeah, of course. I'll be back soon." Yoongi gave him a small smile and left the room, on the journey for Jimin's doctor.

Jimin nibbled on his bottom lip, and lifted the hospital covers from over his smaller body. His thighs were starting to get more wide, which wasn't a good thing with his band releasing their second album in a few weeks. His lower stomach still felt uncomfortable, but the pain meds were probably just doing their job.

He knew there was no point, but he also knew this happened once or twice a month. Jimin sat up a bit more and pulled up the thin hospital gown, made sure no one would be passing by, and pulled down his underwear just a little. A soft sigh left his lips- he didn't know what he was expecting to see, or even what he wanted to see. It was just like before, nothing had changed.

Jimin heard the turn of the door knob so he quickly pulled up his underwear and down the hospital gown. He just covered himself with the blanket when his doctor entered.

"Hello, Jimin." Doctor Jung gave him a smile as he got out his pen and notepad. "Hi." Jimin blushed a little, nervously playing with his fingers under the covers. "I can tell that today's visit means the medications aren't working...?" It came out as a question, his green eyes meeting Jimin's. "No, they're not...they only made it worse, so I stopped taking them a while ago. I didn't need to come in today, but my band mates got really worried..." Jimin looked away and hid his face in his hands. "Doctor, I really need this to go away, my members will get suspicious if I'm at the hospital so much and I can't tell them why. If I need more medication I'll take it, I swear." He explained, finally looking back up to the doctor that has been studying him his entire life.

"I know. But as a doctor, I also know that medication can only do so much. I think you really need to start thinking about getting a sur-" "No!" Jimin cut him off. His eyes widened at how he raised his voice, and the doctor was surprised as well. "N-no, I don't want to do it. There's no point." He continued, turning his head again to look at the art hanging on the wall closest to the bathroom. "Jimin-ssi, I know you're scared- you're right, it is a big procedure and the recovery time is very wide. But there is a point, your health isn't getting better-" "But it isn't getting worse, either. I'm not dying." Jimin said, although it was mainly for himself. He closed his eyes, trying not to start crying. His mind was already racing, he didn't need anything else to worry over right now.

"I know..." His doctor sighed. "But I do believe you should at least think about it. If you want I can give you some papers about how the surgery works, I can give you a list of pros and cons, whatever it is that you need to think about getting the procedure. However it isn't my job to tell you what to do, my job is to guide you on what to do. Are you taking your anxiety medication?" He asked, clicking his pen. He knew exactly what Jimin was going to say. "No."

"And why not?" Doctor Jung asked, writing it down. "Because I don't think I need to take it." Jimin told him, his voice going quiet. "Then why did you ask about it a few months ago?" His doctor asked back. "I don't know!" Jimin suddenly yelled again, and he leaned back in to the hospital bed, hiding his face once again. Emotions got the best of him and tears started rolling down his red cheeks, embarrassment also taking over.

"I just want it to go away..."

"So, you're saying he's fine?" Yoongi asked for clarification, as Jimin exited the bathroom, back in his normal clothes. "Yes." The nurse nodded her head. "He was puking, barely fucking conscious-" "Yoongi hyung," Jimin warned. "Sorry. But how am I supposed to believe he's simply fine, when he wasn't an hour ago?" Yoongi asked, crossing his arms. "Hyung, we can just go now. I'm fine, I got some medicine to take." Jimin grabbed his phone and other small belongings. Yoongi sighed, he obviously didn't believe Jimin but he couldn't force him to stay at the hospital either.

Just as they got in Yoongi's car to go back to BigHit Entertainment, Jimin started not to feel well. "Jiminie, I really think just because you felt good with the meds-" "It's fine, hyung! Just, drive." Jimin spat out, turning away to look out of the passenger window. His right hand was over his stomach, occasionally gripping the fabric of his shirt when he would be hit with a cramp.

It was silent for a mile or so, before Yoongi sighed at a red light. "I'm, sorry, Jimin-ah...I just want you to be healthy and safe, that's all." He apologized, resting his head on his hand and the other hand on the wheel. "I know. I'm sorry too, for yelling. I think I just need to sleep, but we have so much practice to do..." Jimin leaned his head on the window, a pained sigh leaving his lips. "Yeah..." Yoongi bit his lip, awkwardly staring at the small ticks next to the light.

He switched gears as the ticks faded, and the light turned green. Jimin fell asleep on the drive back to the industry.