"You know, " Jin tells me, voice gentle as he pats my back comfortingly. "It could be a whole lot worse. Considering your unique situation, the fact that so far it's amounted to pretty much really bad morning sickness is a blessing."

Whipping my head to the side, I glare at Jin. Kneeling before the porcelain throne, I'm not really capable of quickly getting up and he's lucky. I really want to punch something right about now.

Once more I end up purging the contents of my stomach, and once there is nothing left to expel, my stomach finds a small measure of peace.

Sitting back to lean my head against the wall, I breathe. It's an exercise that Jin had previously taught me to aid with nausea management, and most of the time it actually works rather well, but lately has been an entirely different story.

It's getting difficult to keep anything down at all.

The idea of what's going on with my body leaves me several kinds of miserable, but despite my nasty temper Jin has been nothing but cheerful.

"When do you think Jimin will be back?" I ask quietly, trying not to expend too much effort and invite nausea back in.

"Actually, " Jin exclaims cheerfully, "I have some news in regards to that!"

Shifting to find what comfort the cold bathroom tile can afford, I listen.

"He's on his way home now! At this point, it should only be about a day or two before your prince charming returns. Are you excited?" He smiles at me charmingly.

Of course, my stomach is still far too upset, words are a nuisance. So I nod my head instead.

Truthfully, I'm over the moon about his return. During this time, through Jin's stories, I've come to make peace with my feelings for Jimin.

I struggled against all of it, completely aghast by how abnormal all of this has been. But...

I truly love Jimin, and I'm more than ready to accept that. I'm more than ready to accept him. It isn't the way a human relationship should be, this is true. But Jimin isn't human, and holding him to humanities standards seems more than a little silly at this point.

"What do you think caused the delay?" I ask, fiddling with my fingers nervously.

I'm unsure as to whether or not I truly want to know, but at the same time I can't stop worrying about it.

Jin's expression darkens for a moment, uncertainty painting his features darkly.

"I wonder about that too. It isn't as if he's been with you long enough for his skills to have become rusty, but then again, he's softened quite a bit since he began standing by your side." Leaning against the doorway casually, Jin bites his lip. "I know you've been worried about him, but he's on his way back now, right? It'll be okay."

The unrest within my stomach begins to quiet. Enough so, that I am finally able to stand.

My legs, which have long since fallen asleep, wobble slightly causing me to grab onto Jin as I attempt to steady myself.

"Woah, " he says calmly, comfortingly. "Easy there."

It takes only a few moments for me to regain my balance, and once I do I let go of Jin.

"I'm so tired lately, " I intone quietly, suppressing a yawn. "I think I might take a nap."

Jin simply smiles at me. It is a warm and endearing smile, and one that leaves me comforted. Despite everything, I'm glad to have met Jin.

"Want me to see you to bed?" He asks kindly.

I shake my head.

"No, I can get myself to bed. I'm not that helpless, " I chuckle.

Turning away, I begin my trip back to bed, only to be scared shitless as my front door busts open and a wide eyed, and panicked Namjoon rushes through.

He's obviously shaken, and panting so hard that it would be entirely believable if he told us he'd just run a marathon. His posture and facial expression are alarming, but what truly frightens me are the words that next spill from his mouth.

"They've taken him!" He cries loudly, words spelling from his lips between harsh gasps. "They've taken Jimin!"