Jimin opened his eyes and he found Namjoon reading on his back, holding the book up above his face. He took a deep breath and shifted a little, so he could see his smart boyfriend better.

"You're going to drop that book on your face." He told him, smiling. Namjoon reached beside him and bookmarked his place before closing the book, and turning towards Jimin. "I'll be quiet about it." Namjoon smiled at him, reaching up to pet Jimin's hair softly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep so quickly, I didn't even..." Jimin huffed and ended up pouting. "It's alright, baby. As long as you're okay, that's all I care about." Namjoon leaned over and kissed his nose, and Jimin giggled. "I didn't even think about you, I'm sorry." Jimin angled his head down, and Namjoon just smiled. "It doesn't really matter to me if you don't think of me during things like that, if you're good and you still love me, it doesn't matter." Namjoon told him, assuming Jimin might've been thinking about Jungkook or Taehyung, considering they've been more active with each other. Jimin looked up. "N-no, I was thinking about you while you were- I meant, I didn't think about helping you finish." He quickly got out.

"No, it's fine baby, you don't have to worry about it." Namjoon shook his head, relaxing next to Jimin. Jimin moved his body so he was on his side, then felt wetness between his thighs. He whined and sat up, his shirt still on. "What's wrong?" Namjoon asked. "It didn't really go away..." Jimin groaned. "I mean, you did help- a lot, really, it's just so frustrating, and I don't know why." He explained, scooting to the edge of the bed to get up and clean his thighs. "I'm alright with helping again-" "No, it's fine." Jimin stood up, and a cramp hit his stomach before another gush came from between his legs.

This was different. Jimin wasn't really horny, like he has been all day. This wetness was different- it was hardly sticky.

"U-uh, Jimin," Namjoon blushed red in the face, and he sat up quickly. Jimin looked down, and saw red blood dripping down his leg, from his thighs. "AH!" Jimin screamed and turned around, only to find more blood on the bedsheets of Namjoon's bed. "Jimin-" Jimin ran frantically to the bathroom, luckily being right next to Namjoon's room. Namjoon followed, hoping maybe there was a way to help.

Taehyung heard a door slam shut, and frantic footsteps. "You okay down there, Namjoon hyung?" He asked down the hall, his eyes glued to the TV. There was no response.

"Jimin, can I come in? I want to help." Namjoon asked as he knocked on the door. "F-fine," Jimin looked down at the mess between his legs. Just from walking to the bathroom there was small droplets of blood on the hardwood floor, and in the bathroom was worse. When Namjoon walked in, and saw blood on Jimin's hands, thighs, and all down his legs, it looked like a real murder scene.

Namjoon closed the door behind him, and went under the sink. Jimin was hyperventilating. "Here, we can start by cleaning you up." Namjoon suggested, opening the package of skin-safe wipes. He set them on the counter and handed Jimin one. "T-there's so much...what the FUCK IS HAPPENING!" Jimin yelled and his breathing quickened, and Namjoon knew he was about to have an attack. "Baby, it's okay." Namjoon told him, taking his hands and getting the blood off. Jimin started crying, loudly, but Namjoon didn't want to get too close at this point, not sure what Jimin would do.

"Baby- Jimin, hey, we're gonna fix this together, yeah? You're not alone in this." Namjoon told him, motioning for him to take deep breaths. Jimin just couldn't look away from the blood, and his stomach was hurting like it's never hurt before. "I will clean you up if you want, okay? Focus on breathing for me, yeah?" Namjoon gently took him by the shoulder, and Jimin stopped crying soon after.

There were knocks on the door, and Namjoon stated he was busy. "But hyung, I heard a scream." It was Jungkook. "It's okay, just go back to whatever you were doing." Namjoon told him. Jungkook knew Namjoon would explain later, so he left.

Jimin watched as Namjoon cleaned off his legs and the tops of his thighs. He couldn't talk, he was terrified, this was way more than the first time this had happened.

"I will go to the store, get some things for you, okay? Do you want new clothes?" Namjoon asked, tossing the bloody wipes. Jimin nodded, finally looking away from himself and wrapping his arms around his chest. "I will be right back. You don't have to say anything, I'll tell them you're in a bath, okay?" Namjoon explained, kissing Jimin's head.

He left the bathroom and went out to the living room. "Where's Jin or Yoongi hyung?" He asked. "They're in Yoongi hyung's room, Hoseok hyung went to the studio." Jungkook said, focused on the game still. Namjoon went back down the hall to Yoongi's room, and opened the door after knocking.

Jin was sat on the edge of the bed, and Yoongi was laying on his side on Jin's lap. His face was nuzzled into Jin's stomach, his head on his left thigh. Yoongi was sleeping, and Jin's left hand was resting in his hair. "Is he okay?" Namjoon asked. Jin looked up to Namjoon, but he didn't say anything. He shrugged and looked down at Yoongi. It was quiet for a bit, so Namjoon assumed it was a No. "I really, don't want to ask you of this- at least not right now, with Yoongi hyung sleeping...I really need a ride out." He announced, and Jin looked up at him. "For what? Where?" He asked. "Just a, convienance store, probably. It's really important, I can't go later." Namjoon explained, wondering how long the two have been there together.

Jin inhaled sharply, then looked down at Yoongi. "To be honest, you're scaring me. You always tell me what you're up to." He chuckled, removing his hands from Yoongi. As soon as the contact disappeared, Yoongi groaned awake and sat up. His neck popped and he winced quietly. "Oh, good morning hyung." Namjoon laughed nervously. Yoongi hummed, rubbing his eyes. "Did you nap okay?" Jin asked. Yoongi nodded his head. He stood up and went into Hoseok's bed, and cuddled up under the blankets. Namjoon watched carefully, and noticed how Yoongi inhaled Hoseok's scent on his pillow. Maybe he was missing him.

"I'll take you, Joon-ah." Jin stood up after a moment of watching Yoongi. Namjoon left, and Jin followed.

Grabbing his keys, Jin overheard Taehyung and Jungkook arguing about who won the game. He smiled, knowing they were doing okay. "Hey, Joonie and I are going-" "Aaw, you said Joonie~" Taehyung interrupted, giggling. Jin ticked his head. "Um, yeah...Namjoon-ah and I are going to the store, we'll be a little. Don't wake up Yoongi-ya, but, check in on him occasionally, alright?" Jin told them, being serious; Jungkook could tell. "Is he okay?" Jungkook asked. "Just don't forget about him." Jin avoided the question, and laughed as he slipped on sandals. He saw the worried looks on their faces. "Don't worry too much, yeah?" They both nodded, and Jungkook created another match.

Jin and Namjoon left, Namjoon in the passenger. "So, what do you need that's so important?" Jin asked as they left the driveway. "Um, just some things..." Namjoon said, looking out the window. He was worried about Jimin and Yoongi now.

"Are you sure?" Jin asked, his own voice sounding worried. Namjoon sighed. "Look, I don't want you worrying, okay? It's just, Jimin needed some things and he didn't want me telling anyone for it." He told him, now looking at the road ahead. "I understand." Jin nodded, sucking on his bottom lip as he did when focusing well. Namjoon found it cute.

"Is Yoongi hyung self-harming again? Is that why you didn't answer me when I asked if he was okay?" He asked, softness and care obvious in his voice. Jin nodded. "To be honest, he's...it's getting bad, and Hoseok-ah found out last night but Yoongi wasn't ready to tell him. That's why Hoseok-ssi is at BigHit- I can't tell if he's upset, worried, or scared." Jin explained a little more. "I thought hyung was getting better...maybe I'll talk to Hoseok-ah, I feel like everyone's a bit anxious." Namjoon thought out loud. "Yeah, maybe...you know, sometimes I think about..." Jin was now biting on his lip, and Namjoon knew it was a sign that he was uncomfortable, or about to say something he didn't really want to. He was very observant of his boyfriends and band mates.

"Sometimes, I worry, that...what would I do if we woke up once, and Yoongi-ya...what if he was gone? I don't know what I would do, and- it scares the hell out of me...Yoongi says he won't, but, I guess we don't really know what goes on in his head. I know he can't tell us every little detail, I don't expect that from him, it's unrealistic." Jin went on, slowing down as a convienance store came into view. "It just kind of appears at times, you know? It's in the very back of my head, I don't want to think about it and no one else does either, but it's there and everytime he tells me that he..." Jin just shook his head and parked the car in the small parking lot. Namjoon knew he was ranting, and once the car was in park, he held Jin's hand on the gear shift.

"Try not to worry too much, hyung. I know it's hard. You're going through it with him, more so than the rest of us. Trust Yoongi hyung, and if you're really worried, talk to him, I feel like he'd listen to you better. I love you, and I know Yoongi hyung does too." Namjoon told him, noticing his watery eyes. Jin smiled and looked down at their hands, and gripped his a little harder for a moment. "I know...let's go get the things you need." Namjoon gave him a kiss on his cheek before they seperated, and got out of the car.

"Should I get some sweet snacks for Jimin?" Jin asked as the bell above them rung. "Yeah, that would be good." They seperated, Jin close to the front and Namjoon towards the back left. Namjoon wasn't sure which Jimin would prefer, so Namjoon got both pads and tampons. He had a general idea, but he told himself not to be surprised if Jimin was upset that he got the wrong kind- assuming Jimin knew more than him.

Meeting Jin up front, they paid for two bags worth of items, and left. Namjoon jokingly asked if he could drive home, and Jin told him he could if he had a death wish. They laughed and drove back to the dorm in a better mood than before.