2 Weeks Later

Jungkook was over his sickness, and Jimin was getting used to the restriction in his dominant hand. He told Taehyung a little bit of TMI: he's learned to masturbate with his left hand. Needless to say, Taehyung could've lived peacefully without knowing that, but Jimin found it absolutely hilarious. The interview with billboard was today, and the stress was back to normal levels: too high for anyone to properly relax.

On the plane ride there Jungkook was freaking out and started crying, overthinking the entire situation and every possible thing that could go wrong. Luckily billboard changed the interview from a talking one to a simple game with Ed Sheeran, and it would be the first time they properly met the dude. Despite collaborating multiple times, they've never met him in person.

The game was a secret, but their manager sent a translator just in case. She was sitting next to Jimin, sleeping against the window while he was trying to type with his left hand.

20 Hours Later

In the hotel the three members and staff were staying in, Jimin was busy with a vlive and Taehyung was passed out asleep. He had the choice of sleeping on the flights, but he didn't.

"Jungkookie is texting me~" Jimin smiled and looked at his phone. "Aish it's so hard to type with one hand." He shook his head. "I mean, I'm still able to but it's still hurting a bit." He cocked his head and grabbed the camera, laying down on his back on the huge hotel bed, giggling shyly into the frame. His blonde hair sprawled out on the white pillow.

Reading the comments he licked his lips, and covered his mouth shyly when he saw the flirtatious comments about it. "I suppose I should just hide then." He chuckled and grabbed his phone, covering his face with it and laughing.

Suddenly Jimin sprang up with the camera and phone in hand, and he looked serious. He jumped up and rushed out of his hotel room, and went knocking on another door. The door opened and the viewers heard someone crying. "Jungkookie, what's wrong?" Jimin's sweet voice interrupted the sniffling for a few seconds, the camera aimed at the carpeted floor of the hallway.

"Honey, come here." Jimin said, and the camera moved inside of another hotel room, and was set on the ground. Jungkook was obviously the one crying.

"It's alright Kookie, just breathe, take a deep breath for me- yeah just like that, that's right." Jimin comforted the crying boy, holding him against his chest so he could hear his heartbeat. Jungkook hiccuped and choked, but Jimin held him closer and he calmed down a little. Jimin felt his pajama shirt dampen with tears.

Jimin cradled them back and forth for about two minutes, before he spoke again. "Baby I don't want you to have an anxiety attack, take some deep breaths with me." He took a deep breath, and Jungkook tried to follow. They took four slow, deep breaths and Jungkook calmed down, his crying lowering to occasional sniffles.

"Now Kookie, why did you text me saying that? You scared me." Jimin mumbled, mindful of the still running-camera by his foot. He moved it closer to him and reached to turn it off. He hit the power button twice, unknowingly, ending the original vlive but accidentally starting a new one.

"Hyungie there's something I haven't been telling you," Jungkook mumbled against his chest, squeezing his eyes shut. "-'m been having thoughts of, o-of hurting myself, for a while, -nd I was close to this time and I wanted you cause I know it's bad and I shouldn't." He finished, whimpering and sniffling between pauses. Jimin's heart broke and melted in his chest. "-'m didn't want hyung's to be mad, so I didn't tell-" "No, no- sweetheart I'm not mad." Jimin pulled Jungkook into his lap, kissing the top of his head. Jungkook gripped the back of Jimin's shirt.

"I'm not mad, Kookie, or disappointed...I'm sorry you have to feel like this, I know, I do." He put his head on his shoulder, keeping back tears. "Have you done anything like that?" Jimin pulled back, in attempt to look in Jungkook's eye. He was a bad liar only when there was eye-contact. It made him nervous. And Jimin would hate to belittle him in a situation like this, but he needed the truth. "Mhm." Jungkook hummed and hid his face in Jimin's neck, sniffling and biting his lip.

"What did you do, baby?" Jimin asked softly, starting to rub Jungkook's back. "-'m burned myself." Jungkook mumbled back, squeezing Jimin's shirt so tightly he could rip it in one swift motion. Jimin's mental image made him bite hard on his bottom lip to refrain from crying. "Is that why you didn't want to go to the hospital when you were still sick? Because you didn't want anyone to see?" He asked, doing his best to ignore the pain in his right arm from Jungkook's weight pressing against his shoulder. Jungkook nodded.

"Just once? Or more..." Jimin asked, rubbing Jungkook's back with his left hand. "Just once, it really hurt." Jungkook told him, clinging as close to Jimin as he could. "Jungkookie, you need to talk to someone-" "I am, -'m was supposed to go see them today, b-but I can't, cause we're here..." Jungkook cut him off. "Did you tell them what you did?" Jimin asked. "No..." Jungkook shook his head a little, taking a deep breath. "Why not? Ggukie, I don't want you to-" "I know, hyung, I know." Jungkook sighed. "Can I sleep with you? I don't want to be alone..." He asked, softly.

"Of course, sweetheart. Come on."