The sound of Chan-woo's annoying alarm rung right next to his ear. Slowly, he sat up and started to reach for his phone only to pause when he found a warm blanket had been placed over him sometime throughout the night. He frowned while he turned the alarm off, before he rubbed the sleep away from his eyes. He took a minute to think back, but couldn't remember being woken up at any point.

Bewildered by the strangeness of the situation, he stood up and folded the blanket neatly into a small square. He tried to think who would have done such a thing. It didn't seem like any of the members would have gone out of their way to do something like that for him. He laid the blanket down on the couch closest to the hallway before he went back over to his duffle bag. He didn't have time to be caught up on such a small thing.

With the loud rustling of his clothes as he sorted through his bag, he almost didn't hear the movement from behind him. But thanks to all of the years living in the hellhole with his parents, his hearing was very sensitive to noise, especially in quiet places. He turned his head over his shoulder from where he was squatted over his bag to find one Jung Hoseok picking up the blanket he had put down moments ago.

"You looked cold," the older whispered as he saw the confused gaze upon him, before he turned and walked back into the hallway without another word.

Jung Hoseok had placed a blanket over him? Because he had looked cold? He scoffed at the lame excuse. How could he be cold when he had an oversized jumper on? Although he refused to admit that at some point earlier in the night he had woken up shivering from the bitter coldness in the room. He shook his head free from dwelling on the matter as he felt himself distracted. He picked up the rest of his clothing and his toiletries before he made his way to the bathroom.

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Chan-woo's heart pumped hard in his chest as he moved to the beat that blared through the large speakers. Sweat poured down his forehead, down the middle of his back, and also created large patches under his armpits on his thin grey t-shirt. His eyes were focused on the large ceiling-to-floor mirror in front of him as he watched himself perform each step with precision.

Suddenly the music seemed to fade away from his ears. He struggled to hit the right moves on the appointed beat. Chan-woo's mind became foggy as he tried to recover. He frowned while he looked at his reflection in the large mirror, only to find that his vision was going in and out of focus rapidly. His heartbeat became harder and louder, his breath almost impossible to catch.

Without his control, Chan-woo's knees gave way. He landed on them with a small grunt of pain as he leant forwards, hands out in front of him as he tried to get any air into his burning lungs. He barely registered that the music stopped and that a pair of rushed footsteps approached him. A hand appeared on the middle of his lower back which caused him to jump from the sudden touch. Another hand grasped his chin and forced him to look up.

"Channie-ah? What's wrong?" Daniel asked with concern as he made the younger look at him.

"I don't feel good, Danny Hyung," he whispered, eye sight mainly unfocused as the world spun around him.

"You don't look good," murmured Daniel before he got up and jogged to his phone, immediately he turned around and came to kneel beside the younger. "Just hang on, yeah?"

"Yeah," Chan-woo panted out as he hung his head once more and shut his eyes to try and relieve the dizziness.

"Bang PD Hyung?" he heard Daniel speaking. "It's Jung Chan-woo. He collapsed to his knees, he is struggling to breathe, looks very pale and very sweaty. What should I do? Take him to the hospital? Alright. Yes, yes I will keep you updated. Alright."

The world spun in circles, his entire body hurt, his heart continued to race. Chan-woo groaned in pain as he let his head touch the slightly cool vinyl floor of the dance room. He had stopped listening to the conversation between Bang PD-nim and Daniel. It was all too hard. It all felt like too much effort. He remembered a hand appeared on his shoulder and tried to straighten him up before the world around him went completely black.

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As Chan-woo slowly begun to wake up, he noticed his entire body felt weird. He was laying on a comfortable surface with something warm that covered his body. His body felt exhausted and sore, eyes heavy as he tried to open them. Finally, he managed to open them a little and looked around to find himself in a strange room he had never been in before. That's when he noticed he wasn't alone. Beside him, he saw his dance coach, Daniel, sat in a chair right beside the bed he was in.

"Hey, you're awake," Daniel said as he noticed the small movement and immediately put his phone away to move closer.

"What happened?" he asked in a croaky voice as he looked around the room with confusion.

"You fainted during our lesson. Bang PD Hyung asked me to bring you to the hospital," he said softly with a sad look on his face. "The doctor is still running some blood tests. He should be back soon."

Chan-woo tried to wrap his head around what he had just been told. He had fainted during their lesson today? He tried to think back and memories from before slowly returned the harder he thought. He remembered not being able to focus and then his body collapsing from what felt like exhaustion. He remembered talking with Daniel before he started getting dizzy again. But he didn't remember anything after that point. Maybe he had been unconscious that whole time?

"You had me worried there for quite a bit," said Daniel which brought the younger out of his thoughts.

"I-I'm sorry, Daniel Hyung," he whispered as he felt tears start to form. "I-I didn't mean to worry you."

"Don't apologise for something like that," the other choked out a pained laugh as he too felt tears form in his own eyes. "I'm just glad you are awake."

Daniel reached forward and grabbed the younger's hand. Chan-woo looked down at their hands and felt a blush appear on his face before he almost gasped out loud from shock. His t-shirt he had been wearing throughout the day had been removed. Instead he wore a horrible hospital gown. His face grew red as he knew this meant people would have seen the top half of him where all the bruises and cuts were hidden.

He didn't get any more time to think on the matter as a knock at the door brought him out of his anxious thoughts. He looked up in shame to find a doctor in blue scrubs approach. He nodded his head in silent greetings as he gulped nervously. He watched as the doctor opened the clipboard in his hands and look over some paperwork. Unconsciously, he squeezed Daniel's hand from nerves, never before had he been in a hospital.

"Jung Chan-woo, glad to see you awake. I'm Doctor Han. How are you feeling?" the kind looking doctor smiled as he stood next to the bed.

"Tired. Sore. Confused," he answered slowly as he suddenly fought the urge to close his eyes.

"Ah, well that's not shocking considering the results of your blood tests," Doctor Han said with a sad smile. "It appears that you have Anaemia from low iron levels."

"W-What does that mean?" asked Chan-woo in confusion.

"Anaemia results from a lack of red blood cells or dysfunctional red blood cells in the body. This leads to reduced oxygen flow to the body's organs," he explained. "In your case, your body does not have enough iron to continue to keep healthy red blood cells. You might have been experiencing symptoms such as fatigue, shortness of breath, dizziness, pale skin or a fast heartbeat."

"Yeah, I have been experiencing some of those symptoms for at least four days now," nodded Chan-woo as he rested his head back against the pillow. his entire body felt fatigued.

"I'd say you've had it a little longer than four days. You might have had low iron levels for a while but only recently entered the anaemic stages. Judging by the bruising around you neck and other places on the upper half of your body, you've been anaemic for at least a week and a half. Normally bruises fade easily for you, yes?" Doctor Han asked.

"Y-Yes," he whispered in shame, the blush on his face grew furiously.

"But these ones haven't fade quickly, correct?" he asked and hummed as he saw the small nod. "Mmm, well a symptom of Anaemia is bruising easier and they then take longer to fade."

"O-Oh. And this is treatable? The anaemia?" he asked as he looked at the bed sheets in shame.

"Treatable and easily manageable if you put in the work," he smiled in reassurance. "You'll have to increase the amount of red meat you eat. And in a month, go see a doctor and ask them to re-check your iron levels. If they haven't approved, there is an option to start iron tablets. Okay?"

"Okay," he said quietly while he nodded.

"When you leave, I need you to take it very easy for the next few days. Don't do any form of physical activities that could easily overexert yourself. You're body will be very tired until you start pumping some regular red meat into your system," he instructed sternly. "And on that note, I need you to eat on a more regular basis. Your body weight is borderline on the unhealthily low side."

Upon hearing that, Chan-woo's face went extremely red. He had thought he was eating enough since he had arrived, but apparently he had tricked his mind into thinking it was enough. He felt Daniel's hand squeeze his hand tight and looked at the other that sat beside him. The moment their eyes connected, he felt the tears fall from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.

"It's okay, we're here for you," whispered Daniel as he too let a few tears slip upon seeing the broken look on Chan-woo's face.

"I have confidence in you, Chan-woo," said Doctor Han. "Please lean on the people around you for help. This is nothing to be ashamed about. And please make an appointment to see a doctor soon to keep managing your healthy."

He could only nod as he continued to lay there with tears that fell down his face. His body was too exhausted to even attempt to stop his current state, even if he was utterly embarrassed. Chan-woo looked at Daniel and saw him smile sadly. He closed his eyes as Daniel reached out towards him and gently wiped the tears from his face. The older's hand then gently begun to stroke his hair which caused him to shiver at the kind touch.

"Take some time to gather yourself, it is a lot to take in," Doctor Han said. "But when you are ready, you can leave. Take care of yourself."

"T-Thank you," Chan-woo managed to choke out as he tiredly turned his head to smile at the doctor.

Once the door had closed behind Doctor Han, he couldn't help but break down in soft sobs. All of the pent up emotions he had held in for years came up to the surface as he lay exhausted in a hospital bed. The secrets no one had ever seen had been revealed without his permission. Life hadn't been fair to him. It constantly continued to find new ways to torture him. But why did something like this have to happen? Couldn't he just keep one thing to himself? Just one secret?

"Awe, Channie-ah," Daniel's shaky voice whispered, his heart broke at the sight before him.

As Daniel continued to gently caress his hair and rubbed circles on his hand, Chan-woo started to settle down slowly. He got his sobs under control and took deep breaths to calm his wild emotions. It had been too long since he last cried like this. He had always had to cry silently back at his parent's house, and it felt kind of freeing to be able to cry as hard and as loud as he wanted.

"Come on, let's get you out of here," said Daniel after Chan-woo had stopped crying for the most part.

Chan-woo slowly sat up with Daniel's help and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He felt the cold air hit the back of his exposed back thanks to the hospital gown and shivered at the feeling. After he wiped away the tears from his eyes, he watched Daniel grab his belongings from the ground. Seeing as his secret had already been exposed, he took off the hospital gown, discarded it beside him on the bed and sat shirtless as he waited silently.

Daniel grabbed the jumper Chan-woo had had on before practice and turned around. He froze instantly as his eyes roamed over the bare torso now before his eyes. He saw the massive bruise he had only briefly seen earlier. It broke his heart to know the younger had been hiding that for so long. He then started to notice all of the healed cuts littered all over his skin as well as smaller bruises that were mostly faded.

"I'm sorry," Daniel breathed out slowly as he handed over the jumper.

"For what?" asked Chan-woo while he tilted his head.

"You've obviously been through a lot. Had rough life before coming here. I-Is there someone responsible for this?" he asked quietly, eyes still stared at the battered and bruised torso since Chan-woo hadn't moved to put his jumper on.

"My parents," he hung his head before he pointed to his left ribs. "My father gave me this bruise because I tried to hide some money I had earnt from work from them. And when I was leaving the house to get away, to come to Seoul, he choked me. That's these bruises here. That was the first time that had ever happened though."

"A-And the cuts?" Daniel asked sadly.

"Mostly them too," he sighed as he finally put the jumper on. "But I have made some of those scars myself. I-I don't really want to talk about what they did anymore. It's a lot to deal with. It's hard to talk or think about."

After he nodded his head in understanding, Daniel stepped forward and helped Chan-woo stand up. He held the young man gently as he allowed him to adjust to the sudden change from a seated position to a standing one. Confident that Chan-woo wouldn't fall, he quickly turned around and gathered the grey t-shirt as well as the younger's backpack. He carried the items in his hands while he also grabbed onto Chan-woo's elbow and helped guide him out of the hospital.

"I'll drive you home so you can rest," he said as he led the way. The pair walked in a slow pace in case the younger suddenly got dizzy. Daniel looked down at Chan-woo every few seconds to make sure nothing had changed with him. "Let me know if you need to rest."

"Thank you, Daniel Hyung. This means a lot to me. And I'm sorry for being a nuisance for you today," Chan-woo softly chuckled, eyes focused on the footpath in front of him.

"Don't apologise for that. I'm just glad you are okay and that you can easily get help," he smiled as he looked down at the younger.

"Have you told Bang PD Hyung about any of the diagnosis?" he asked curiously and briefly looked up into the soft brown eyes.

"No, I can if you want," Daniel said immediately, eager to help in any way.

"No, no. I'll do it when I get home," Chan-woo smiled up at him. "You've done enough for me."

"Just over here," he said softly as he pointed towards a black SUV a few cars away. "I feel like I could do more for you though. I feel like I should be doing more for you."

"Taking me to the hospital, driving me home, caring for me is more than enough Daniel Hyung," softly smiled Chan-woo as he waited for the older to open the car door. "It is more than I have ever had in my life before."

Daniel's heart broke as he heard those words. He carefully helped the younger into his car, not wanting to hurt any of the bruises as he did. No one deserved not to be cared for. No one deserved not to be loved. No one deserved to be used as a punching bag. No one deserved to be treated in that way. Yet he believed that if he was to tell Chan-woo any of that, he would simply tell him that he deserved it. He could see it in his eyes how broken he was from all of the years of abuse. He got into the driver's seat, started the car and begun to drive them, his thoughts never strayed far from the young man sat quietly beside him.

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By the time Chan-woo had been dropped off and safely escorted to the elevators, the sun had long since disappeared for the evening. Never before had he returned so late to the dorms. His anxiety peaked as he stood at the door with his backpack and grey t-shirt in hand. Tiredly, he knocked on the door a few times in hopes his quiet knocks would be heard.

He wasn't left waiting long as someone flung the door open. Jimin stood at the door with anger all over his face. He glared at Chan-woo, looked him up and down, before he turned around and walked inside. As Chan-woo closed and locked the door behind him, he noticed all eyes were on him as the boys once again were all sat on the couches.

Respectfully he bowed towards them, turned around and slowly walked over to his duffle bag. He set down his backpack and t-shirt beside his duffle bag before he carefully lowered his body to the ground. Chan-woo pulled out his phone and found the contact number for Bang PD-nim, wanting to get it over with quickly so he could go to bed. Well, go to sleep since he didn't yet have a bed. He held the phone up to his ear and closed his eyes as he listened to it ring.

"Channie-ah! How are you feeling?" the familiar voice of Bang PD-nim floated through his phone. He could clearly hear the concern that was laced throughout the normal cheerful voice.

"I feel tired and sore," he said with a soft sigh.

"Are you back at the dorms or at the hospital still?" the older asked.

"No, no. I am out of hospital. I actually just sat down back at the dorms. Daniel Hyung suggested giving you a call," Chan-woo said as his head fell against the wall behind him, too heavy to hold up anymore.

"What did they say? Do they know why you fainted?" Bang PD-nim asked with concern.

"Yes, they found out why I fainted. I am anaemic because I have low iron," he said and sighed as he had an urge to open his eyes but he just couldn't manage it. "The doctor told me to rest over the next few days and not to overexert myself. He always said to eat more red meat and get my iron levels tested in a month."

"Well I'm glad they found out the cause so quickly. Have you not been eating well, Channie-ah?" he asked.

"No, I haven't been looking after my body Bang PD Hyung," he sighed. "And also, the doctor said I am on the borderline of being an unhealthy weight. It's too low apparently. He wants me to eat on a more regular basis. But I can't do that yet Hyung. It'll have to wait."

"Why not?" he asked with confusion. "You're health is important. You need to start eating well, Chan-woo."

"I know, Hyung. But the money I came with is basically all gone. I have to wait until I get paid in the next few days to start looking after myself," he said quietly before he yawned, his body just wanted to fall asleep then and there.

"No, that won't do. You need to start getting better now. I'll ask Namjoon to give you some money until your allowance lands in your account," Bang PD-nim said.

"No!" Chan-woo shouted as his eyes flew open in a panic. He ignored the glares from the boys as he sat up straight and shook his head wildly. "No, no! I-It's okay! Really! I-I'll be fine for a few days. There's really no need to ask them to do that. It's not fair. Please Bang PD Hyung, it's okay, I'll be okay."

"I don't feel comfortable letting you continue like this for even a few more days," he sighed, concerned about the younger but not wanting to push him when he was clearly uncomfortable about something. "Come find me tomorrow after you lessons have ended and I'll give you some cash to get you through. Okay?"

"Thank you, Hyung. I-I appreciate it," he whispered as he looked at the ground. "I'll see you tomorrow. I really need to sleep."

"Good night Chan-woo, sleep well," the older said before he hung up.

Chan-woo took his phone away from his ear, placed it on the ground in front of him and held his head in his hands. He took a few deep breaths in to calm himself. That would have been catastrophic if he had allowed Bang PD-nim to make Namjoon give him money. That would have only worsened the already cold and tense relationship he had with the leader of the group. He had only been trying to get on their good sides, not their bad sides, since he had arrived.

He looked up finally and turned his head towards the couches, only to find Yoongi staring at him with a frown on his face. He stared back at the older as a blush formed on his own face. He realised that all of them were in perfect ear range if they had wanted to listen in on his conversation. He wondered how much of it Yoongi had heard as the older's frown only deepened.

Not having the physical, mental, or emotional energy to continue the stare off, Chan-woo grabbed his charger and plugged it into the wall before he connected his phone. He made sure his adjusted his alarm would go off at the same time as that morning considering he didn't have any more vocal lessons. He placed it to the side and then tucked his grey t-shirt under his duffle bag before he laid down on his side. He once again held his backpack close to his chest to hide his neck from view.

As tired as he was, all of sudden his eyes didn't want to close. Chan-woo didn't know if it was cause he could feel the eyes on him still or if he had a bit of nervous energy left over from the phone call. He didn't know. He was rather surprised his eyes wouldn't close when they had been wanting to close since he had woke up in the hospital. He closed his eyes forcefully and hoped the trick would help him reach sleep sooner rather than later.

His thoughts circled around in his mind about Yoongi and the other boys; ultimately, it kept him conscious. He just prayed none of them heard the more personal information of the phone call. He should have made that call before he came in, or, he could have gone to the bathroom. But he was too tired to move the second he had sat down. If any of them had heard anything, he just hoped none of them asked any questions because he was not ready to get into any of that with them. Slowly, his body begun to relax and it coaxed him into a much needed sleep.