(Still jimin's POV) 

I'm so thankful that Hoseok-hyung came in when he did. I was a bit hesitant to trust him, even though he saved me, because I haven't had the best track record with him. He still absolutely terrifies me because we've never hung out without the group being there as well. I just know the side of him that hurts and degrades me.

"Ummmmm, thank you, but I'm not really in the mood to be around people right now."

"That makes since because-"

"Please don't say his name. I don't really want to hear his name." I said quietly trying not to hyperventilate, or have a panic attack. Thankfully he was able to accept that and changed the subject but sadly it was still horribly awkward.

"Okay..... so where do you want to go?" Hoseok awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck with one hand as the other stayed on the steering wheel.

'But hyung I just want to go home and rest after a mentally exhausting day.' I so desperately wanted to say but didn't word it that way.

"Can we just go home? It's been a tiring morning."

" Yes of course." After a moment of silence he spoke again. "Jimin, I've been thinking, what if you told someone about what you've gone through? Would it help?" He asked softly, reaching for my hand. I let him hold it because I needed a distraction. I know he was trying to help but I desperately, so desperately wanted to forget and leave all the trauma deep in the back of my head.

"I don't know. What am I supposed to say 'Oh yeah I was abused for the last five years that I wanted to kill myself and then after I was able to start trusting my hyung's again one of them assulted me in a restroom in a bar.' is that what I'm supposed to say? I don't even know how to put any of it into words other than that brief summary because I don't know if I can. I'm so tired having to think about it, I'm tired of trying to say it's okay knowing damn well that I'll never be able to recover and trust most of you again. Hell Taehyung isn't even fucking sorry for the things he's done. Maybe I should just leave the group like most of you suggested over the years." I looked out the window, trying not to cry because I am so sick of crying all the time.

"No Jimin, you can't leave the group. This group isn't complete without you. You don't have to drop all the horrific things that happened to you the first day of therapy, maybe seeing someone other than us would help you clear your head, or maybe you'd be better off on your own."

"Can we just get home faster? I'm tired and we have a concert tomorrow evening and we all need sleep." I said softly because I didn't want to talk about my trauma, especially not with him.

"Yeah, that's not a problem." He said gently pressing on the gas pedal a bit more.

Once we arrived home I went straight to Yoongi's and I's room and flopped onto the bed with my face in the pillows.

"What's wrong, love? You only flop on the bed if you'd had a draining day with another team member." Yoongi said, rubbing my back gently.

"Hoseok thinks I need to talk to someone about my trauma." I mumbled into a pillow.

"That'll be a great idea for you, if you ever choose to do that."

"I don't want to."

"Then you don't have to." He said softly as I sat up and sighed.

"Yoongi-hyung, I have to tell you something but you have to promise not to get angry or hurt someone."

"I promise. What is it?"

Am I going to do this? Can I find it in me to tell him about what happened that night? What if he hates me? He won't right, he got better. Oh god what about Namjoon? What will he do?

I took a deep breath and said what I knew I had to say, "I'm nervous about the concert tomorrow." My heart dropped as I chickened out.

"You'll do amazing sweetheart. You're the best dancer in our group. You have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, you're right....nothing to worry about." I smiled softly and got off the bed, going to the bathroom to put on my pajamas.

Yoongi was scrolling through his phone as I got ready but once I got in bed he turned his phone off and opened his arms. He truly is the best man I have ever met. I embraced him and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

(Yoongi's POV)

I knew, the moment he told me that he was lying. He might be nervous about the concert but I know that's not what he wanted to tell me. I could see it in his eyes but I didn't want to push him to tell me. I want him to come to me when he feels secure enough to do so, but I hope it is soon seeing how hard he is suffering inside. I know he was hurting before because of what we did to him but I know that he was beginning to heal due to the others being nice to him, except Taehyung and maybe Namjoon. Something is going on there but I don't know what it is yet. I pretended to be on my phone as I thought. I was pulled from them when Jimin came out of the bathroom all ready for bed. I put my phone away and opened my arms so he would hopefully be able to feel safe for a little while. I'll do everything I can to keep him extra safe because I don't know how much longer he can live like this without breaking into absolute insanity. I drifted to sleep and all I can remember thinking, is being absolutely terrified about what tomorrow would bring. I know that deep down I need to get him out of this life, out of this group. It would break ARMY's hearts but Jimin's life was more important than anything else.