Anxiety made a home in their bones the entire drive to Seongnam Hospital - not a long drive, but it felt like one to both Namjoon and Jimin.

Yoongi just had his ways when it came to making people worry about him, without even trying most of the time.

Fortunately it wasn't too late for visitors; had it been, neither of the boys would have known what to do. Namjoon, despite his anxious heart, had a bit more rationality in him at the moment, so he was the one to approach the reception desk and ask about Yoongi, the location of his room, if he were allowed visitors now, etc. And the woman at the desk tersely told Namjoon he'd have to wait while she checked.

Jimin didn't like that answer at all. But even he, deep down, knew that there was no helping it, and that he'd have to settle himself down before going into Yoongi's hospital room anyway. He grabbed Namjoon's sleeve.

"He's okay, Jimin, relax."

After a few endless minutes of mental pacing and aggressive foot-tapping, the receptionist finally spoke up.

"He's allowed visitors," she said, to their utmost relief. "However, I'll ask you, and I'm sure Mr. Min would appreciate it as well, that you keep your voices down. High volumes could trigger his migraine. His room number is 202, second floor. I'll let them know you're heading up."

"Thank you so much, I appreciate it," Namjoon blurted breathlessly. "Thank you, thank you. C'mon, Jimin."

"Migraine, migraine, migraine-"

"Jimin, calm down, migraines are common-"

"So are-"

"Stop. Let's just go."

Still holding tightly to Namjoon's sleeve, Jimin hurriedly followed behind his friend down the bustling, semi-noisy hallways till they reached a staircase, which they then climbed and promptly stopped the nearest nurse they could find.

"Excuse me," Namjoon forced a smile, "could you tell me where Room 202 is?"

"202?" The nurse looked over his shoulder for a moment. "Yeah, just continue walking down this hall, the room numbers descend from here so it should be towards the end."

Namjoon thanked the man profusely but quickly, before resuming his fast-paced yet careful walk towards the room. When he arrived at the correct door he stopped - and so, of course, did Jimin.

"Can we just go in?"

"I mean, the woman did say she'd let them know we'd be heading up here." He paused. "I think it's alright."

That being said, Namjoon placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, swallowing a lump in his throat before opening it even slower.

Jimin gripped his sleeve tighter.

Once they had both entered the room, they saw him - Yoongi, with his bandaged head resting on several soft-looking pillows, cheeks marked with a few visible bruises and scratches. His complexion held almost no color. And now, neither did Namjoon's nor Jimin's.

They both almost leapt forward at the sight of Yoongi gradually opening his eyes, then tilting his head oh so slightly so that he could see them. And he winced. Harshly. And swore under his breath.

At this point Namjoon and Jimin were both as close to the bed as they could be. With only one chair in the room, the older offered it to the younger, but Jimin was already kneeling in front of the bed, taking Yoongi's hand, and pouring out bitter, bitter tears.

Yoongi could hear the heartache, the pent-up worry being released in Jimin's unrestrained whimpering. He mustered up enough strength to gently squeeze the boy's hand. Jimin just squeezed his hand harder.

"I was going to file a missing persons report," Namjoon said suddenly, causing Yoongi to weakly turn his gaze up to him. "I should've done it earlier, but I decided to wait a little while in case you showed up, and then after that I was just pacing in my dorm and it slipped my mind."

"I'm sorry-"

"What the hell, Yoongs?"

There was a barely perceptible break in Namjoon's voice. But Yoongi heard it like an echo, pounding and bouncing around in his aching skull. He looked down at Jimin again.

"It wasn't intentional," he whispered in guilt. "You know I'd never make either of you cry intentionally."

"I'm not crying," Namjoon argued.

"I can see tears surfacing. Wipe them away now please. I can't freaking handle this..."

Now his own voice was starting to break. He'd seen Jimin cry several times, and while it tore his heart every time, Namjoon hardly ever cried, and having the two most important people in his life right by his side and crying over him was all too quickly taking its toll on him.

"Yoongi, why did you run away?"

"Sweetheart, you make it sound like I ran away from home."

"Then what was it really?"

"It's ridiculous."

"I don't care how ridiculous it is, I want to know why you had to go and make me feel like this."

He stopped for a moment to place his other hand on Jimin's head.

Too much. This was too much.

"I just wanted to surprise you with flowers," he began in a soft, sad voice. "But just before I walked into the shop, I decided to take off the sweatshirt I had on, because it wasn't as cool as it had been earlier this morning. I knocked off the necklace you gave me, Jimin. It fell, and some stray cat picked it up and started running. If it were anything else, I wouldn't have cared enough to go to the trouble of chasing it. But I couldn't bear the thought of losing that necklace..."

"And don't tell me, you chased the thing into the freaking street?"

Yoongi's head shrunk into his shoulders at Namjoon's harshly spoken question. And he winced again in pain.

Jimin trembled. His head still resting face-down against the hospital bed, tears leaking out, he trembled, and Yoongi could hear Jimin struggling not to burst out sobbing. He wanted the boy to lift his head. But at the same time, he was afraid of that.

He hadn't the strength to deal with such a sight right now. Physically, nor emotionally.

"And you got upset with me for getting just slightly bumped by a car, while I was in my car. Then you go and run into a street like an idiot because of-"

"Because of something precious to me I didn't want to lose, Joon."

It sent a splitting sensation through his own skull. He didn't care about it enough, though, to let it bother him right now.

"And don't you dare bring up that incident, Kim Namjoon, unless you want a repeat of me shutting out every living thing besides you for five days."

Yoongi held his breath. His throat began to grow sore due to how hard he was trying to suppress the urge to cry.

"I can't..."

No, don't. Please don't...

"I can't do that to Jimin again..."

At the mention of his name Jimin tensed, giving Yoongi's hand yet another tight squeeze.

Everything just hurt.

"After all that...I didn't even get the necklace back..."

Applying any more force and Jimin would probably break the bones in Yoongi's hand. So he stopped himself, raised his head, and gazed into his boyfriend's eyes with the most heart-wrenching expression Yoongi had ever seen on the boy. Round cheeks and eyes both puffy and red, face just covered in tears, sad, quivering lips.

Jimin shakily situated himself on the edge of the bed. And he leaned over just to put his arms around Yoongi. To hold him. Just to hold him securely, to press his hand against the back of Yoongi's head, to let him know and feel he was here.

"The little bastard was small enough to run under a car, but not me."

"Stop talking."

"I'm sorry..."

Before long Namjoon sat down beside Jimin and joined the embrace unannounced.

That was the action that spurred on Yoongi's tears. And now they flowed freely, just as Jimin's had ever since he entered the room.

"I love you guys...so much..."

"Stop crying, you hypocrite."

"I can't, I'm sorry, Joon, I'm sorry..."

"No, you're supposed to say 'shut it, walnut'."

"But I don't wanna say that..."

"Yoongi, I love you..."

"I love you, too, Jimin..."

"I'll make you another necklace, okay?"

"When you find the time, sweetheart...I'll still miss the first one you gave me, though..."

"That's okay. I'll just make this one with even more love."

"I'd like that, thank you..."