It seemed to have taken less time than expected for Hoseok to return, but time was doing funny things just then so Jimin wasn't sure if that was an illusion.

"I brought you food," Hoseok said as he approached, his voice soft and his footsteps quiet.

Jimin made a sound of acknowledgement. He could manage that much.

Hoseok sat down on the floor next to Jimin's bed and lean against it next to Jimin's head. "I brought you fruit salad."

"Not allowed to," Hoseok murmured.

"It's a stupid rule that doesn't take your needs into account. You want it?"

Jimin made an incoherent sound.

"I don't know if that's a yes or a no."

"Later," Jimin mumbled. "Maybe."

"Okay," Hoseok agreed. "I brought you a brownie, too. I don't know if you like those, but I had one and they're pretty good. Got you some more vending machine crap too. You like juice? You like fruit salad, so I thought maybe juice."

The mention of liquids made Jimin thirsty. He was dehydrated, he realized. All that crying and now making himself sweat under the blankets had taken its toll. He reached his hand out, nearly hitting Hoseok in the face.

"You want the juice?" Hoseok asked.

Jimin nodded, his face rubbing against his mattress. A moment later, he felt the cool juice bottle against the palm of his hand.

Jimin didn't want to move, but sitting up was a necessary part of drinking. He kept his eyes away from where Hoseok sat with one arm lean against Jimin's bed.

"Thanks," Jimin said once he'd drained half the bottle. "And sorry."

Hoseok reached a hand out to Jimin before thinking better of it and pulling it back. "It's no problem."

It was, Jimin wanted to insist, but he was too tired to debate it.

Hoseok stood and walked across the room, and Jimin found he missed his presence. It had been a comfort, having somehow there who cared to quietly help him put himself back together. It wasn't long before Hoseok returned, though, and now he had an iPad in hand. That got Jimin's attention as few other things could have.

"Want to watch a movie or something?" Hoseok asked.

"Yes," Jimin said firmly, no hesitance or mumbling now. Short of being home, in his own bed in his own room with his own things, there was nothing Jimin wanted more.

Hoseok knelt down next to the bed and handed the iPad to Jimin. "Do you want to watch the movie with me or without me?"

Though there was the same number of options, somehow a yes or no question would have been easier for Jimin to process. "With," Jimin said after a pause that stretched too long.

Hoseok stood and walked to his side of the room, retrieved his pillow and returned. By the time Hoseok sat cautiously down on the edge of Jimin's bed, Jimin was already scrolling through the apps on Hosoek's iPad. Not looking for anything, just seeing what was there.

"Mind if I..." Hoseok gestured in a vague way Jimin couldn't decode. "How about you lay down and I lay down next to you so we can both see the screen?"

Jimin responded to that with compliance, not words. He was so distracted by the iPad that it wasn't until he felt Hoseok settle in beside him that he realized what had happened. Hoseok was in his bed, laying close enough that they touched whenever one of them moved. Jimin was okay with that. He wasn't sure if Hoseok would be, though, if he knew just how okay with it Jimin was.

When Hoseok held out his hand, Jimin reluctantly relinquished the iPad to him.

"Preferences?" Hoseok asked as he scrolled through the apps.

"You choose," Jimin said as he adjusted his pillow so that he could lay at an angle where he could see the screen. "No, wait. Nothing loud."

"Okay. What do you think, something restful?"

Jimin made a vague sound of agreement. Now that his mind was clearing, he just felt tired.

"Uhh, let's see. I have to admit, most of my shit is pretty actiony. Hugo, maybe? It's a kid's movie, though. I only put it on here because I was babysitting my cousin."

"Good," Jimin mumbled. He'd seen it before and had enjoyed it.

As the movie started they both settled in, close but not quite touching. Earlier even thinking about physical contact would have made Jimin's skin crawl, but now all he felt was numb and sleepy and he couldn't help wishing he could just close the distance between them, snuggle up to Hoseok. Jimin didn't think that would go down too well, though, so he stayed where he was.

Jimin focused on watching the movie and the last bit of tension left his body. Disappearing into a world of someone else's imagination allowed Jimin to forget the real world, if only for a little while.

It was only about nine by the time the movie finished, an hour before Jimin's usual bedtime, but he was fairly sure that if he had evicted Hoseok from his bed and wrapped his blankets tight around his body he could have been asleep in minutes. It was tempting to do just that, but he had an important routine to follow.

Hoseok had left the food on Jimin's nightstand, so Jimin didn't even need to get out of bed to eat. He ignored the vending machine food and went for the fresh foods, the fruit salad and the brownie. They wouldn't last long before they spoiled.

Jimin wasn't really hungry, was too tired to want food, but he knew his body needed it and, more importantly, that he couldn't take his medication on an empty stomach. He'd only tried that once before and the results had involved vomit. Skipping a dose wasn't much better, leaving him feeling nauseated and anxious by the next morning.

Hoseok watched without comment as Jimin took his medication. By this point in time, though it had only been a couple of days, Jimin didn't feel the need to hide it. Hoseok could see that Jimin was different, that he had issues, and if that hadn't scared him away yet a bit of medication wasn't going to make much difference.

On his way to the bathroom, Jimin grabbed the towels off the floor, reminding him of what he'd done earlier. "I used your towel."

Hoseok glanced up from where he was sitting hunched over his iPad on his bed. "Something wrong with yours?"

"No. I used them both."

Hoseok turned his attention back to the iPad and tapped something on the screen. "Were you really super wet?"

"No. Are you angry?"

"Do I sound angry?"

"I can't tell," Jimin admitted after a moment's pause.

"No. I'm not angry," Hoseok reassured him. "I just didn't get it and I still don't, but I don't mind. I'm not really the kind of get freaked out by shit like that. Who cares?"

"Some people, probably. I think. I'm going to go brush my teeth now."

Hoseok let out a huff of laughter, though at what Jimin wasn't quite sure. "You do that."

Jimin went to the toilet, changed into his pyjamas, brushed his teeth, washed his face, all strictly in that order. The routine of it soothed him. Knowing what came next in the sequence usually helped free up his mind for other things, but when he was tired like this it just allowed him to zone out into peaceful neutrality.

When Jimin walked out of the bathroom, Hoseok looked up from his iPad. He was a lot more shirtless than he had been when Jimin had left the room. "You're so adorable in your jammies."

Jimin looked down at his blue bubble patterned flannel pyjama pants and matching T-shirt. They were a little too worn in, but comfortable. They were perhaps designed with someone a bit younger than him in mind, though. Jimin wasn't sure if Hoseok had intended to compliment or insult him, so he didn't respond.

Hoseok dropped his iPad down onto his bed and sat up properly. "Sorry, that was weird."

If Jimin hadn't been so tired he might have made a joke about how 'weird' was his job, but instead, he just made a sound of acknowledgement.

"Now I'm the one who can't tell how you feel."

"Tired."

Hoseok leans forward across his knees. "You know that's not what I meant."

"They're comfortable," Jimin explained because he was too tired and he really wasn't sure what Hoseok meant but apparently he was supposed to know. "Everyone keeps telling me to throw them away because they're starting to get holes in them." Jimin pointed to a patch worn thin on his knee that he'd had to stitch up when it tore. "But I can't find any others this comfortable."

For a moment, Hoseok just stared. "I can't tell if you were being defensive or if you just defaulted to random rambling because you didn't know what else to say."

"I'm tired," Jimin reminded him.

He decided not to add that Hoseok's shirtless state was really distracting. It wasn't easy to keep his eyes off of the smooth, toned expanse of Hoseok's naked torso. He had an almost overwhelming desire to go over there and just touch, find out what those muscles felt like under his hands. He didn't, though, because that would have been stupid.

Instead, he indicated for Hoseok to turn on his lamp with a pointed finger and a grunt, then turned off the cabin light and headed for his bed. He wrapped himself up tight in his blankets and curled up, and despite the lamp softly illuminating the room he soon fell to sleep.