(Y/N) POV:

I swallow nervously, feeling a lump in my throat at the accidental sound that had slipped out. That was twice in one night. And I fight the urge to cower and hide when Seokjin and Hoseok's eyes turn to me, when they widen with alarm and they immediately move forward.

"What's wrong? What hurts?" Seokjin asks with a panicked urgency in his voice, eyes roving over me, trying to scan me for any physical injuries.

I shake my head desperately, the gesture making spots appear in my vision, temporarily blocking out the sight of them from my eyes. My hand goes to clutch tightly at the band of arms encircling me.

Silently letting Habaek oppa know I'm fine.

But even in his drugged state he shifts, trying to cooperate his limbs into sitting up properly, moving forward to look at me, hand a bit clumsy as he cups my cheek, dilated pupils trying to focus on me, trying to narrow onto me.

"...(Y/N), can you look at me please?" Hoseok's deep warm voice comes from unexpectedly closer than I recalled him standing and it takes a few moments of rapid blinking, to dislodge the black dots in my vision, and when I next blink my eyes open I find that his face is hovering close to me, peering at me with unrestrained worry, eyes large and dark and assessing.

I try to unwound myself from oppa's arms, to take the tray back in, to do something and try not to freak out over the fact that I'd made a very audible sound in front of them, praying they hadn't noticed by some miracle- even if their expressions had shifted drastically afterwards.

"Don't do that. Don't try hide." Hoseok says firmly, moving the table back when he sees me try to reach for it, having successfully pried off one heavy arm that was nearly deadweight.

He frowns at me.

I give a smaller much lighter shake of my head, as I scrabble off, making a hand gesture for five minutes looking imploringly at him, and feeling a small victory when he concedes, nodding as he moves back allowing me to rush past, tray forgotten as the buzzing feeling in my veins becomes a rush instead, a flood as it pushes at my skin, making my skin feel as if it's thrumming with electricity, charged and feeling sensitive, that even the brush of the jumper on my skin feels harsh and uncomfortable than the usual relief and solace it brought me whenever I pulled one of Habaek oppa's clothes on.

I stagger to the downstairs bathroom, feeling my feet to be unsteady under me, or maybe it's the floor that keeps tilting and veering away from under my steps no matter how carefully I take them and it distantly occurs to me that my hand fumbles far too much as I try to grip at the handle, unsure why my hands tremble as I push the door open and stumble in to get to the sink.

My reflection greets me when I look into the mirror, note that for some reasons my pupils keep dilating sporadically, that my fingers tremble when I clutch at the sink and my skin feels simultaneously hot and cold, cheeks warm and yet I feel like I'm breaking out in a cold sweat.

And the water I splash on my face to get my cheeks to cool down does nothing.

There's no way that one small sip could do this could it?

That whatever was flooding Habaek oppa's veins was beginning to filter through mine too.

I shake my head.

There's no way.

And it's far too late to call Mi-sun unnie, I can't even do that my mind quips reminding me of the two people waiting for me in the living room, and if I send a text she's not likely to see it.

I think to the text message she'd sent and it begin to dawn on me that I had to somehow be extremely careful that not another sound slipped out of me and that Habaek oppa didn't worsen. His condition confused me.

Why was it having such an extreme effect on him? He looked like he was on the verge of losing consciousness, his eyes were far too glazed and his body didn't seem to comply with his thoughts. He was struggling to do basic actions and it seemed like sheer determination was keeping him teetering on that edge of letting go or holding on just for me.

And then through the foggy state of my mind it seeps in, the horrified and disgusted understanding, that the two of them had likely put a large dosage of the drug into his drink, taking into account his larger, taller frame- assuming it would take more to get him all loose and unable to fight back.

And if that was the case then it explained why the world seemed to spin when I stepped back and let go of the sink, moving slowly towards the door. I had to hold on for oppa's sake at the very least, and because of that I'd fight the sick feeling that was beginning to crawl over every inch of my body.

I slowly move to the kitchen, hand reaching out to steady myself against the wall when the swirling, topsy turvy movements of the ground seem to increase and I can't seem to find my balance.

You can do it (Y/N). Just a few more steps until you reach the kitchen. And then you can sit down I mentally bolster myself, trying to muster my strength to pick one foot up and place it in front of the other.

Just how it was when you had to help Mi-sun unnie to walk again I silently say, trying to find patience in the strenuous activity it seems to be to take small careful steps.

And the thought of her, her glaringly absent figure threatens to make me want to cry because it's just so hard. It's hard to stay silent in my own home, it's hard keeping secrets, it's hard taking care of oppa; going out of my mind with worry at seeing our stable anchor so unaware, so close to slipping out of conscious. It's just all so hard, and I swipe away the frustrated tears that fall, hand brushing them away impatiently.

Now's not the time.

They can do it. They can look after me perfectly well. So I can look after him as well.

I have before, but it's never been like this.

A hand comes to rest on my shoulder, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"You've been staring at the kitchen for the past five minutes." Hoseok's voice stirs me out of my reverie.

"Is it that horrifying or scary to enter? I'll even hold your hand." He says teasingly, voice light and a small smile on his face as he holds up said hand.

But what he doesn't expect, what I didn't expect is for my fingers to fumblingly try to grasp onto the hand, seeing it as a form of support that might make heading into the kitchen easier, feeling slightly nauseous and drained by the thought of trying to make my own way in.

His fingers wrap around mine a few beats later, tightening reassuringly when it seems like it's processed to him that this is more than just the comfort I'm seeking from his hold, I very much physically need his support to get there.

And after a few wobbly steps when we make it into the kitchen, before I can sink gratefully into the chair- Hoseok is guiding me there, hand gently guiding my shoulder down as he nudges me into the seat before sinking into a crouch in front of me.

"I thought you said you didn't drink." He says, voice confused.

I shake my head.

I didn't.

A sip doesn't count.

He lets out a small disbelieving sound.

"What on earth has you like this then? Are you feeling okay?" he asks, hand rising up to press against my forehead, wincing.

"You feel quite warm, your cheeks are red roses too." He says.

I feel my cheeks with the back of my hand, feeling the heat under my touch and cringe away from it.

But it feels like the jumper isn't enough to keep me warm.

And then he silently takes my wrist in his hand, fingers trying to measure my pulse- eyebrows shooting up in alarm.

"That's not a healthy heartbeat (Y/N)." he comments, worrying his lip between his teeth.

I shake my head, making an okay signal with my hand.

I'm fine, I have to be fine because I need to take care of oppa. And when he moves to get me water, I stumble up to the cupboard to get a painkiller, or something that can help by the way my heartbeat seems to rapidly resonate in my ears, or the way my fingers struggle to grip at the handle of the cupboard doors, tugging it open.

I'm fine, even if the box almost slips out of my hands as I go to put it on the counter.

And when Hoseok turns to walk over, putting the glass down- I silently point to the ice dispenser on the freezer door, gesturing for him to please make it cold. And I ignore the way my finger trembles.

But I don't think I can keep on telling myself I'm fine when a wave of dizziness crashes into me, hands fumbling for some medicine. I can't tell myself I'm fine when I find my knees buckling when the dizziness that washes over me swamps me and drowns me in it, knocking me over with the force of it.

I can't tell myself I'm fine when my vision blacks out.

HOBI POV:

I turn about to ask how much ice is enough when I notice (Y/N)'s knees buckling, body curving towards the ground in a quick motion. The glass slips out of my hand and goes shattering against the floor with a loud smash but the sound is a distant noise as I rush forward, pleading to get to her in time. 

I feel my heart violently thud and push against my ribs, pounding and loud as I manage to grab her waist with one hand, hand flat against her back and the other shooting to cradle her head, sinking down to the floor with her, feeling some droplets of water soak into my trousers.

My breath is coming out quick and raspy- heart still thudding furiously in my chest, just as hers had been when I'd checked her pulse.

My mouth is dry, feeling my stomach turn somersaults as I think what could've happened if I had been far away.

"Hoseok-ah what is it?" Jin hyung's voice calls, growing closer as he approaches the kitchen, a sound of alarm escaping his throat.

He doesn't enter the kitchen straight away, noting the shattered glass across the tiled floor.

"Don't move Hoseok-ah." He says, carefully hedging his way into the kitchen to get a dustpan and brush and something to mop up the water with and it's only when he's gotten rid of the mess on the floor, the evidence of my shock and alarm, before he approaches.

"Let's get her into the living room. She must be ill poor love." He sighs, hands brushing her hair back.

But it seems like something far more than that, seems like the evidence is glaring at me in the face and I can't seem to put the dots together. I gently shift her carefully in my arms before rising, Jin hyung's hand a guiding force on my elbow as he hovers worriedly as I walk out of the kitchen, holding her in my arms.

Habaek jerks forward when he sees the sight of her motionless figure in my arms, grapples tightly onto the arm of the sofa to propel himself upwards, legs trembling but resolutely getting up to get to her.

"(Y/N)..." he groans, her name both sounding like a prayer and a plea on his lips, sounding so distraught and panicked.

She begins to stir in my arms, blinking slowly at me before she jerks slightly- realising that I'm holding her.

"I've got you little one." I murmur, setting her down carefully next to Habaek when it seems like he'll end up moving determinedly in his haste to get to her, no matter how unfocused he seems.

Her head is pillowed onto his lap and he seems to sag, energy draining out of him as he looks at her, worry filling his eyes.

"(Y/N), I really think we should call an ambulance for the two of you." Jin hyung voices, the words causing her to bolt upright and then clutch at her head.

"Stop moving and just rest. When did you start feeling unwell?" I say, trying to guide her back onto Habaek's lap.

And it seems like we won't get an answer but then Habaek mumbles, the words becoming slightly coherent as he repeats it to himself. And it makes that cold trickling of ice into my veins turn colder.

Makes this night go from bad to worse.

"Drink...I shouldn't have given you my drink." He mumbles, hand sliding to grasp at hers, eyes filled with horror and apology.

Drink.

Habaek was drugged. His drink was spiked.

And if (Y/N) had some of his drink then it meant that the date-rape drugs were in her system too.

And just like that, the horrifying scene that keeps playing in my mind when it drifts back to what I'd witnessed becomes more and more scary and chilling to think about.

And given that (Y/N)'s frame is considerably smaller than Habaek's- a small amount of his spiked drink was enough.

My voice is shaky as I confirm what Habaek has said to Jin hyung, hear the low string of curses that flow out of his mouth before he groans.

"This keeps getting worse. Please tell me you at least got a good look at him." he says slightly desperately to me.

I nod.

I can't forget his face in a hurry.

"What do we do hyung?" I ask, hearing the panic begin to seep in.

Because somehow the two of us had been so inattentive, we hadn't even taken notice of the signs that had been staring at us right in the face. That her stumbling, the pain, the losing focus...all of them were signs.

We should've known the moment that pained whimper escaped her throat. I'd never heard her make a sound and for the first instance to be something that sounded so pained, so vulnerable had my heart twisting and yearning to just hold her and take away her hurts. The sight of her wide-eyes and hands trying to quieten and muffle the sound- the slightly unfocused look to her eyes.

And right now those same eyes are dilated, slowly zoning in and out of focus as she looks at me, looking so drained, so confused and so vulnerable and small that it stirs up all my protective instincts and it makes me want to rush back to the club if she wasn't hurting to grab the man who'd started it all and make him pay.

But right now she matters most.

"We have to wait it out. There's no other way. It'll take time to leave their systems. Maybe quicker because she didn't have the entire drink." He says musing aloud.

And so commences a night, or what's left of it, waiting it out to see if their states worsen.

And at some point (Y/N) had stumbled to her feet ignoring our protests and hovering bodies as she'd made her way to a tall cupboard in the living room, opening it to take out blankets and pillows, turning one of the corner couches into a full bed lined with comforters and pillows and blankets and ushering us towards it, face filled with silent guilt and regret.

I feel warm at her gestures, even as she's stumbling- still trying to prioritise our needs over herself.

And she draws a large blanket which she patters off with, drawing it over Habaek and nestling under it, close into him. He draws her in closer, bodies pressed tight together and he manoeuvres them groggily into a lying down embrace.

Jin hyung guides my head to rest against his shoulder as we huddle under the blanket, eyes still alert and focused on them.

Time ticks away steadily and at some point we must've fallen asleep leaning into each other as well because the thing that awakens us is a bright trilling voice and then a voice coming from close to me, slightly quieter.

My eyes open, and I am jerking upright from where I'd ended up laying against Jin hyung's horizontal frame when my eyes land on Mi-sun hovering near the couch we're on.

Mi-sun's eyes fly around and fall on us but the panic doesn't leave her face.

Her hair is mussed, make-up still somehow impeccably in place, dress a bit rumpled and heels swinging from her fingers.

But what catches my attention is her lips pressed into a tight line.

Her hand had been hovering over the two sleeping figures on the couch.

"What on earth happened last night?" she demands, voice full of authority, dangerous and forcefully calm. But under it I can see the slight alarm too. The confusion that comes with coming home to find two other people in your home sleeping.

Then her phone pings and she glances at the screen.

"Why did Jimin just text me at 9:03am and ask me if Habaek had recovered. And sent me a text earlier on at 7 as well. What's really going on here?" she asks, expression confused but face set and fixed into stone, a figure of formidable beauty.

And the two of us look helplessly towards her.

It seemed like a lot of explaining needed to be done.

(THERE YOU GO! I HOPE THE CHAPTER GOT ACROSS THE EFFECT OF THE DRUGGED DRINK MAKING IT'S WAY THROUGH HER SYSTEM. NOW...ACCORDING TO RESEARCH PEOPLE SOMETIMES CAN OVERDOSE THE PERSON THEY TRY TO DRUG AND THIS CAN LEAD TO COMAS AND SEIZURES BUT I COULDN'T DO THAT TO THE TWO OF THEM! SO...THE TWO LUNATIC PSYCOPATHS DISRESPECTABLE ANIMALS ACTUALLY PUT A LARGE DOSE IN FIGURING HABAEK WOULD NEED LOTS TO GET CONKED OUT AND GIVE OUT TO THEM. AND NOW WE'RE SEEING THE CONSEQUENCES. AND EVERYONE BE PREPARED FOR THE WRATH THAT IS MI-SUN, SHE'LL TEAR INTO THE TWO THAT CAUSED THIS, (Y/N) FOR NOT TELLING HER AND FOR THE GUYS TOO! LET'S SEE WHAT GOES DOWN NOW! AND SOME MORE BABY SIREN PUSHING HERSELF THROUGH HER LIMITS AGAIN NEXT CHAPTER! GET READY! LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS AND ENJOY MY LOVES!)

QUESTION...SOMETHING YOU'RE LOOKING TO DO, EXPERIMENT IN?

Mine is...watercolour paintings! I really wanted to also practice/learn calligraphy and I want to make BTS word art with it- so their lyrics and stuff!

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