"So? Is he okay?" Jimin asked Jin as he returned to the waiting room. "Let's go back to the dorm and talk..." Jin answered in a low voice, which immediately startled Jungkook.

Was he now sick? Was he going to die?!

"I just asked if he's okay..." Jimin mumbled as they followed the eldest out of the emergency room. "I know, I just didn't want to say anything in there, where others would be able to hear." Jin watched his feet as he walked, and Jungkook was anxiously fidgeting with his fingers.

When they got in the car, Jimin sat next to Jungkook in the back seat and noticed how Jin hadn't put his seatbelt on yet. It was always the first thing he did when he got into a vehicle.

"Hyungie, are you okay?" Jungkook asked, noticing as well. Jin took a deep breath and turned around for his seat belt. "Yeah, I'm okay...Yoongi-ya is okay as well, for now anyways." He told them as he pushed the key into the engine and twisted it. Jimin and Jungkook got their seatbelts on. "What do you mean by that?" Jimin asked first. "And why did he hurt himself like that?"

"Yoongi-ya has been battling depression for years, he said even before high school. His father wasn't nice to him, he got beaten- a lot. I asked if it had been a suicide attempt and he said he didn't know. He had been cutting his thighs, all this time...he didn't want us to know, didn't want us to worry about him..." Jin backed the car out of the parking lot, and started to drive back to the dorm.

"He felt that each one of us had our own shares of stress, and we all know he's an introvert, the last thing he wanted to tell us was that he is struggling, really hard. He's really overwhelmed right now, that's why I decided to just drive us back to the dorm. He's scared we'll think he's weak- which he is far from. We have to watch out for him and be there as much as we can, I know we can help him." Jin explained more, keeping his eyes on the road. Jungkook kept back tears, the mental image of Yoongi being sad hurt his chest, like heartburn.

"And Jungkook-ah, Yoongi especially didn't want to say anything to you because of your age. Not that he's trying to single you out, he just didn't want to expose you to these things yet. He cares for you, is all." Jin glanced in the mirror, and saw Jungkook's teary eyes. "I know, my cousin went through that stuff..." Jungkook mumbled as he curled up a bit. "I'm sorry, Kook-ah..."

The ride there was quiet, Jimin and Jungkook looking out of the window while Jin drove. Jimin's stomach suddenly started to cramp, and his head was hit with a feeling of nausea. The car ride wasn't helping either, the quick passing of trees and white and yellow lines of the highway weren't exactly the best for him now.

And to wrap it all together, Jimin started to feel horny. Of all things... He crossed his right leg over his left but it only built friction. Jimin's cheeks flushed pink as he bit on his lip, unconsciously arching his back a little. He relaxed back against the seat, clearing his mind of anything dirty. This was not the time- it was never the correct time for him.

"Hey, Jin hyung?" Jimin uncrossed his legs. "Hm?" Jin turned onto the street of the dorm. "I wanted to talk to Bang-PD-Nim today, do you think you could drive me to the industry? It shouldn't take even thirty minutes." Jimin asked. "We're already here, you can drive, right?" Jin slowed down and turned in to the driveway. "Yeah..." Jimin didn't think before he spoke, and it made sense in his head once Jin answered.

Jungkook and Jin went inside while Jimin took the van to BigHit. "Hello." He bowed to the receptionist and scanned his badge. She gave him a small wave and Jimin traveled up the elevator to his manager's office. Hopefully he was in there...

Jimin remembered when he went looking for his old manager, and shivered. His hands were on his shoulders a lot, but he never thought anything of it. He was glad he wasn't there anymore...

"Hi there." Bang-PD spoke up and Jimin turned around at the voice. "Oh, hello manager-nim." Jimin quickly gave a bow. "Were you looking for me?" The elder chuckled. "Ah, yes actually. I needed to talk to you in private, it's important." Jimin nodded his head, pulling his shirt down a bit. "Oh, okay. I have a few minutes." Bang-PD unlocked his office and they went inside.

Jimin remembered the events that occured in that room; his new manager had the same office of his previous manager. He glanced at the empty space to his left, remembering how he was pinned against it and the pain that shot up his spine.

"Are you going to take a seat?" Bang-PD's voice broke Jimin from his thoughts. "O-oh, yes- sorry." Jimin laughed nervously and closed the door behind him. He moved to the chair in front of his manager's desk and sat down shyly. "Is everything okay?" His manager asked him, folding his hands on his stomach as he leaned back.

Jimin cleared his throat. "I'm not sure if you were informed of my condition, it...could impact my performance and work so I have to tell you." He started out, unsure how to word it. "Oh, okay. Is it a medical condition? All I was informed of was that you're allergic to cats." Bang-PD opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a vanilla portfolio, which Jimin guessed was his audition sheet- or profile, something along those lines.

"Well, it depends. It's hard to explain- and I only really start getting a reaction around cats if I'm around them for a few hours, it isn't a very strong allergy." Jimin shrugged his shoulders, watching his manager flip through the few papers. "Ah, alright." Bang-PD closed the folder and looked back at Jimin.

"I'm intersex."

Jimin's chest tightened, worried of the reaction that would come from his new manager. Bang-PD's eyes were stuck on Jimin, like he was expecting more of an explination. Jimin clenched his hands nervously, and swallowed the lump in his throat. "D-do you know, what that is?" He asked. "I'm afraid I don't..." Bang-PD smiled a little, and licked his lips. Jimin blushed and looked down at his lap.

"So, um...when I was born, I was born with...well, most of me, is a male. But, um, I don't have...well it's hard to explain." Jimin felt more heat rising to his cheeks and he looked up at his manager. "I...Um- I don't have male genitalia, and because I was supposed to be a man my health sometimes...kinda, just, goes up and down. Sometimes I can get really sick; sometimes it's nothing more than a light headache, and others- other times I can get really sick and throw up and not really be able to move much. I don't have to take any medications- although it's recommended, but I go to the doctors office a lot and sometimes have to go to the hospital because I'll feel too sick..." Jimin tried explaining. He never had to explain it to anyone before, his doctor studied people like him, his parents and family were the first to know (obviously), and his manager was told before Jimin even got to see his face.

"So, when I feel sick, that's how it can effect my work...my doctor is trying to find a way to help me feel better more often but so far nothing has helped..." He added on, moving his hair away from his face. "And, 'cause...because I don't have a menstrual cycle- I'm glad for it, my chest hasn't gotten any bigger- as I guess it's obvious...a-nd I can't- not that it matters, but I can't physically carry children so you don't have to worry about anything like that." Jimin chuckled as the pink blush on his cheeks increased to red.

Bang-PD blinked a few times, trying to wrap his mind around the new information. "...and- a-and you're comfortable living with six guys?" He asked.

Jimin giggled, that wasn't the first thing he was expecting him to say. "Yeah, I guess so- for now. I...I haven't told them anything, they don't know and I think I'd like to keep it that way." He answered, holding the eye-contact Bang-PD had started. "Well as long as you're comfortable- thank you, for telling me..." His manager sat up and put away the folder on his desk.

"Yeah, no problem..."