Jungkook couldn't help but notice the panic in Taehyung's voice. "It's okay, don't worry about the reschedule. Health is important," he reassured his hyung.

"Yeah, I know. I know." Taehyung laid back down and turned away from his maknae, "I'd like to just be alone for a little bit please."

"Oh...okay..I'll leave..." Jungkook felt a little hurt, Taehyung never asked him to go away before. He didn't try to take it too personally, he knew he didn't feel good, but also always comforted his hyung when he didn't feel good. He wasn't sure why it was different this time. Jungkook went and sat on the couch with Hobi.

"Why do you look so down in the dumps?" Hobi asked the youngest.

"Taehyungie-hyung is acting weird."

"Jungkook it's Taehyung. He always acts weird," Namjoon chuckled, "Plus he's sick."

"I know, but he's never asked me to go away before. I always sit with him when he's sick, I don't know why it's different this time." Jungkook didn't really know why he was taking it so personally, but for some reason he was.

"Don't take it personally Jungkookie. I'll go talk to him." Jimin stood up.

"He said he wanted to be left alone. If he doesn't want to talk to me he won't want to talk to you either." Jungkook was jealous, he had at least hoped Taehyung didn't want to talk to Jimin either. Maybe then he'd feel less personally offended. Everyone watched Jimin make his way to the bedroom, but he was back within 30 seconds. "Yeah, he wants to be left alone."

Jungkook laughed, "I told you!"

"So then just leave the poor kid alone. If he's sick, he's sick. Sometimes people just want to be alone when they're sick." Yoongi was stern but friendly about it.

Everyone went on with their night until they were all tired and decided to go to bed. They made their rounds of hugs and "Goodnight's" and " I love you's" and made their way to their own rooms. Jungkook and Jimin walked in to a passed out Taehyung so they stayed quiet. Jimin gently felt to see if Taehyung had a fever, but to his surprise he didn't. "Huh, Weird. Maybe he's feeling better," he muttered under his breath.

It was sometime in the middle of the night when Jimin woke up to the sound of Taehyung crying. "TaeTae, what's wrong?" Jimin whispered from across the room. Taehyung held his breath, he didn't realize he was being that loud. He had woken up about an hour ago because he was so anxious about Mr. Hoon coming over. He couldn't tell Jimin that though, no way. "I just had a bad dream," he lied.

"Oh no, my poor baby." Jimin crawled out of his bed and tiptoe'd over to Taehyung's, crawling into it beside him. He was trying to keep quiet because he didn't want to wake Jungkook up although he was a pretty heavy sleeper. Jimin cuddled Taehyung in his arms in the dark room. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked softly.

"N-no.." Taehyung kept crying. Jimin wiped tears off Taehyung's cheek. "Okay, but whatever happened it was just a bad dream. Nothing real. You're safe right now."

Right. Nothing real. Safe. What a joke.

"Taehyung... are you actually sick? You don't have a fever." Jimin always knew Taehyung got fevers when he was sick. Taehyung panicked. "Yeah, it must be going away or something," he mumbled.

Jimin rested his hand on Taehyung's chest and could feel his heart beating abnormally fast as he cried. "Tae seriously, what's wrong?"

"What? I told you I had a bad dream." Taehyung didn't understand the question.

"I know that but you've been awake long enough to have calmed down by now. Why are you still so anxious?"

"I'm not anxious," he lied. He could feel his own heart start beating faster, making him cry more.

Calm down you idiot. He can't know.

"Yes you are. Seriously what's going on? I'm worried about you. Jungkook is worried about you. We're all worried about you. If there's something else going on you can talk to us about it."

"I just really miss Sejin." Technically Taehyung wasn't lying. He did really miss him.

"I miss Sejin too but it's not like he'll be gone forever. You know that. No need to cry, he'll be back." Jimin felt bad that Taehyung felt so bad, but part of him didn't believe it was the whole truth either. Jimin agreed with Jungkook that Taehyung had been acting a bit weird, but not his usual weird. "So what else?" he pressed the issue further.

"What?"

"What else is going on? I get you miss Sejin but I know that can't be why you're this anxious. Did something happen? Is something going on that you want us to know about it? Or that you DON'T want us to know about?"

He doesn't know, does he? There's no way he could possibly know.

"No Jimin, I'm okay. I promise." He didn't know how much longer he could keep lying. "I'd like to go back to sleep now." He closed his eyes and buried his face back into his pillow.

"Okay but if something happened to you or is happening to you and you don't want to talk about it with us, maybe a therapist? I just want you to be okay," Jimin suggested. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was still something wrong. Taehyung just wasn't himself lately.

Taehyung let out a chuckle into his pillow and then lifted his head, "A therapist? Really? Do you think I'm crazy or something?"

"Taehyungie you've been crazy since the day I met you." Jimin laughed and kissed Taehyung's forehead before wrapping his arms around him. "And you don't have to be crazy to see a therapist. Just food for thought I guess, goodnight."

The warmth of Jimins body relaxed him. He wished he could just stay there forever. The safest place for him had always been in one of his members arms. If he could just stay there, nothing and nobody could ever hurt him again.

Morning came too quickly, as it usually seemed to these days. Taehyung woke up to an empty bedroom, Jungkook and Jimin were both gone. He didn't realize how alone it felt in an empty bedroom until now.

He went to stand up and bent over in pain. His back was still killing him, but on the plus side his wrist had healed up pretty well. The bruises were gone, now it just throbbed a little bit every now and then. He could smell someone cooking breakfast. He lifted his shirt to check the bruises on his back, they were fading a tad bit but they were still noticeably there.

He greeted the others out in the kitchen. Yoongi, being the blunt hyung that he is, got straight to the point. "Taehyungie, Jimin thinks you're having anxiety and mentioned seeing a therapist. Do you want to see one? We can set up an appointment for you if you'd like."

"JIMIN!!!" Taehyung shouted at his hyung.

"What?! Am I not allowed to worry about you?! You were practically having a panic attack in the middle of the night! I just want to help you!"

"I told you it was just a bad dream!! Why can't you just drop it?! Why does everyone worry about me so much?!"

Jungkook walked over to Taehyung and was about to grab him into a hug but Taehyung immediately pushed his maknae back. He didn't mean to push him onto the floor, that truly was an accident. Jungkook looked up at his hyung with tears filling his eyes.

Taehyung's heart broke over what he just did, . "I'm..I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. He turned around and stormed back into his room and threw himself onto his bed and cried.

I just did exactly what I'm trying to protect him from. I'm so sorry Jungkookie.

Namjoon came and banged on the bedroom door but let himself in without waiting for an answer.

"I don't care if you're sick or whatever it is you're going through. You can't treat him like that. Ever," Namjoon said sternly and made his way over to a crying Taehyung.

"I know. I didn't mean to. I'm really sorry. Is he okay? He isn't hurt is he? I wasn't trying to hurt him. It was an accident. I'm really sorry." He started hyperventilating into his pillow which caught Namjoon by surprise.

"Woah, alright hey, calm down. You didn't hurt him, he's fine."

Taehyung sat up in his bed and looked up at Namjoon with sad eyes. "I'm really sorry hyung."

"I know you are. I know you already told Jungkook you're sorry but I think if anything he would just like a hug from you right now." Namjoon moved his hand towards Taehyung to help him off the bed, but Taehyung instinctively threw his arm in the air to block Namjoon's hand and backed up against the wall.

The leader froze with his hand in the air and then slowly brought it down. His heart sank. "What was that? I wasn't about to....I wasn't about to hit you..Did you think I was going to hit you?" Namjoon's voice was filled with concern.

"No, I know you'd never hit me." Taehyung was mad at himself. Why'd I do that?!

"Why did you flinch like that? You never do that."

"I don't know. It was just a reflex or something."

"Tae you don't have that reflex.." Namjoon started looking over Taehyung with concern. Nobody has been hitting him or anything have they? Impossible, he's only ever with the members and none of us would ever lay a hand on him like that.

"Maybe just still freaked out from my bad dream," he lied.

"What happened in your dream?" the leader asked.

"I..uh.. I don't really remember."

"You just said you...you know what nevermind. I'm sending Jungkook in here now." Namjoon's concern was worse than before. Why did he think he was about to get hit? And then lie to me?

Taehyung sat on his bed, furious at himself. The last thing he meant to do was make Namjoon start asking those kinds of questions. No doubt he'd bring it up with the manager. He wished everyone would just leave him alone and get off his case.

Jungkook slowly opened the door and stepped in, closing the door behind him. He stood against the door and stared at Taehyung. "Do you...do you hate me?" Tears started to fall from the maknae's eyes. He felt like Taehyung must hate him. He'd already asked him to leave the room before, and now pushing him?

Taehyung rushed over to him and hugged him tightly. "What?! Hate you?! Kookie why on earth would you think I hate you? I didn't mean to push you, that was my fault. I'm really sorry. You know how much I love you. How could you ever think I hate you?!"

"You've just been a little different lately. I didn't know if it was something I did or if you're really sick or you need a therapist or what's going on. I just don't want you to hate me." The maknae stared at the floor and watched his tears fall beneath him as his hyung held him. "I promise you I don't hate you. I love you very much. You're my maknae. I'm sorry if I've been acting weird. It's nothing you did, okay?"

If you only knew what I was going through just to protect you.