It was official, one week later. Yoongi had waited to tell everyone at once, except Namjoon and Taehyung. Jimin cried for a while and Jungkook too, but they tried not to around Yoongi. He was no longer part of the relationship, but he wasn't treated any differently.

With more concept photos and episodes, Yoongi had covered his stomach with makeup privately, and was very cautious in his arm movements. Jimin's period had ended suddenly one morning, only lasting two days. However, the effects were still there; he would be sweating in a cold room, very emotional, and often lacking motivation. His stomach still cramped just as hard as it did when he was bleeding.

The members danced, ate, went home, and slept. The cycle repeated over and over, when Jimin got too frustrated and stopped eating, being too tired after dancing eleven hours straight.

It was one in the morning when Jin woke up to scratching noises coming from the other side of the wall. Namjoon was halfway on his bed, deep in sleep. Jin moved the covers off of him, and emerged from his room. The bathroom light was on, and the door was open.

It wasn't scratching that he was hearing, someone was puking. Rushing the small distance to the bathroom, Jin turned the corner and found a passed-out Jimin laying on the floor, clear puke leaking from his mouth.

"Jimin!" Jin yelled and picked up Jimin's head into his lap. "Jimin-ah, wake up!" He tapped his cheek a few times, and Jimin started to cough weakly. It didn't take long for Jimin to start choking on pure stomach acid, so Jin quickly sat him up and a stream of vomit flew out from his mouth, covering his front. Jin cringed for the boy, Jimin gasping for air and collapsing back down. "J-Jimin, please, what happened?" He asked, trying to get Jimin to open his eyes. All he got were groans, and Jin had to lean Jimin forward more to clear his mouth of the mass amount of vomit.

"Jimin-" His smaller body started to violently shake, and Jin realized he needed to throw up again. Jin was beyond worried, he couldn't even move and was getting sick every minute. Jin rubbed his back, and watched in horror as red blood started to appear more often in Jimin's sick, until eventually he stopped and blood was running down his chin.

"J-Jimin," Jin was horrified beyond what he could imagine. He was hoping this was some horrible nightmare, which would end soon and he'd wake up back in his bed.

"Jimin, you need to go to a hospital." Jin finally found the words. Jimin was so weak, his eyes rolled back when his back gave out and he fell in to Jin. "I-I've got you, just hold on..." Jin reached to flush the toilet, and noticed his hand was shaking. He tried not to think too much about it, not knowing how much longer Jimin would be conscious for.

Jin tried to pick up Jimin, but he had passed out again. Being exhausted from practice, Jin needed more hands.

"Namjoon-ah!" He yelled loudly, pulling Jimin up against the bathtub. He was hoping he could hear him. "Jimin-ah, God, what happened?" He whimpered, seeing Jimin's shirt covered in sweat. "Namjoon-ah!" Jin cried out again, then he heard the opening of a door and heavy footsteps.

"Hyung-" "Help me get him to the car, please, hurry." Jin told him, seeing his eyes widen and jaw drop. "What happened?!" Namjoon asked as he grabbed Jimin from under his arms. "I don't know, I woke up and he was getting sick- puking blood and he just passed out!" Jin's voice quivered as he explained the events, and together they picked up Jimin from the floor. They heard more footsteps, and the hallway light flicked on.

"Woah-" "Please move, Hoseok-ah." Namjoon told him as they got Jimin in to the hallway, and to the living room. "Wait, what's happening?" Hoseok asked in worry, rushing over to help. "He was puking up blood, we're t-taking him to a hospital." Jin explained. "Grab his feet, would you?" Namjoon asked, and Hoseok hurried. They got him downstairs, and Jin left to turn the black van on.

As they all got in to the car, the garage door shot open, revealing Taehyung. Jin groaned and started the car. "I'll text you, Tae-ssi." Namjoon told him, rolling down the window. Taehyung rubbed his eyes and Jin pulled out of the driveway.

Namjoon and Hoseok carried Jimin into the ER, while Jin hurriedly explained what had happened. "I don't know w-what's wrong with him," "It's alright, we'll find out." A female nurse told him, as they rolled out a stretcher and placed Jimin down carefully. They quickly brought him to a smaller room, and found his heart rate extremely low. They pushed medications through an IV, while Jin was gasping for air, realizing the full situation. "Hey, hyung- he's here with doctors, they're gonna help him, alright?" Namjoon grabbed Jin by the shoulders, knowing he was not able to avoid a panic attack. Jin's eyes were stuck on Jimin, unable to look away as he started to cry heavily. Namjoon helped him sit down, all three of them still in pajamas.

"So, why was there blood?" Hoseok frantically asked the nurses. "We aren't sure yet, but we need to go take him for tests and scans. You can wait in the waiting room, rest assured, we have him." A doctor told Hoseok, and they quickly took Jimin right from their grasps.

Jin had a hand clutched over his chest, never really having a full attack like this before. Namjoon talked him through it while Hoseok updated Taehyung, seeing Namjoon busy. After a long hour, Jin was resting on Namjoon and they were all waiting where they were told to. Another hour passed, and Hoseok was the last one awake. He was getting in to a comfortable position to take a nap, when he noticed a doctor coming closer. He quickly tapped Namjoon and they both woke up.

"You can see Mr. Park now." The doctor told them. "Is he alright? What happened?" Jin asked immediately as they stood up. "We can talk on the way."

As they entered Jimin's room, his skin was so pale they almost didn't recognize him. It was worse than when they had brought him into the hospital. He had three needles in his two arms, two on the right and one on the left.

"Does he struggle with an eating disorder?" The doctor asked, bringing out a notepad and pen. "Not that we know of, but I guess this changes that, doesn't it?" Namjoon asked, while Jin went over to hold Jimin's hand. "Jimin almost starved himself to death, his vocal cords are damaged from the stomach acid and the interior muscles as well. He won't be able to speak for at least two days, but he also won't be able to eat anything. We've given him some proteins, and we're trying to give him the lacking nutrients back. After he gets discharged, he will need to eat the next day. He cannot do this again, it will be harder to fix." The doctor explained all at once, dropping everything onto them.

"Are his vocals permanently damaged?" Namjoon asked, now worried for his career. "If this doesn't happen any time soon again, no. It will take a week- maybe two - to fully heal. The blood came from his throat, not necessarily his stomach. There is scarred tissue." The doctor told the three of them, copying down Jimin's vitals while they took in the information.

"But, he'll be okay, right?" Hoseok asked, while he was holding Jin's hand next to their sleeping Jimin. "In a week or so, yes. If all stays well, overnight, he should be able to be discharged tomorrow afternoon. We coated his throat with medicine so he won't have much pain there when he wakes up." "Thank you." Namjoon nodded to the doctor, and they soon left.

Bringing another chair over, Jin and Hoseok sat together while Namjoon leaned in another chair, texting his manager and Taehyung. The younger one hadn't said anything yet, so they all believed he went back to sleep.

Less than an hour later, Jin noticed Jimin's eyes opening as his arms shifted under the thin hospital blanket. "Jimin," He perked up, and Namjoon put his phone down on a table next to him. It took him a few moments to come to, when he looked over at Namjoon he looked so guilty, and embarrassed.

"Jimin, don't you ever do that fucking shit again!" Jin raised his voice at him, surprising everyone from his language. "You scared the absolute hell out of me- you could've f-fucking died!" He yelled, and Jimin felt his heart sink in his chest. He remembers hearing Jin yell for Namjoon before he fully passed out, and that memory hurt him the most.

He mouthed to apologize, but nothing but air came out. "Jimin, the doctors said you won't be able to talk for two days. You damaged your vocal cords when you were throwing up, and other sensitive muscles. They said once you're discharged, you'll need to eat. You'll be okay, as long as you don't do anything like this again." Namjoon explained to Jimin, knowing he must be confused. "They said your voice might be different for a while, scratchy or lower in tone." He added.

Jin grabbed Jimin's hand, taking his attention. "Seriously, Jimin-ssi, I can't lose you. With everything going on with Yoongi, and Jungkook and- you scared the shit out of me, you can't do this again, ever." He told him seriously. Jimin nodded, looking down at his lap and closing his eyes tightly. "Jimin, were you starving yourself on purpose?" Hoseok asked. Jimin hesitated before nodding his head. "Why? You know we're here for you, no matter what. You can always talk to us, and you're perfect just the way you are, Jimin." Hoseok explained to him. Jimin shook his head, and hugged an extra pillow. "Here, let's let him rest, okay? You look exhausted, Jimin." Namjoon told Jin, then Jimin. They agreed, and slept for a few hours in the waiting room while Jimin fell asleep almost immediately.