Coldness. Inky water drowned all the senses.

Breathless. Struggling for breath, squirming in the seat.

Fearful. Falling deeper and deeper.

Sitting up in a cold sweat, the tears fell without consent. Five faces looking worrying and understanding. One face, full of worry and confusion, was the closest out of the six. "Jimin..."

Flashes from the past, the water, the glass, the blood, the pain, cause a screamed to push its way out making everyone jump back.

Tears falling fast, the darkness, the coldness, the fear that hugged the gut. Jimin started to squirm in his bed, screams fell uneven and cracked. "Don't let me die!"

A tender press of a hand on the forearm caused him to scream again. Jimin barely saw that the person who touched him was the youngest, Jungkook. Jungkook wrapped his arms around the oldest, Jin's, sides and hid his face, tears falling freely.

"Help me, Appa!"

'Jungkookie...'

Jimin jumped up only in a pair of sweatpants and placed his hand on Jungkook's arm. Jimin looked at Jin and waited for his approval. Jin nodded and removed his hands, allowing him to grab Jungkook.

He instantly tightened his hold around Jimin as everyone left the boy's room.

Tears soaked Jimin's shoulders as he wrapped his arms around Jungkook's waist. Despite the height difference, Jungkook wrapped his arms around Jimin's neck.

"Sh... It's okay, Kookie-ah... Everything will be okay..."

Flashes back to the white room, nurses calming him when told the news. Jimin tightened his hold on the boy.

Jimin pulled back and looked Jungkook in his wild, black orbs. Jimin's cocoa-brown eyes, tired and tearful. "W-What happened, Jimin hyung?..."

Jungkook's voice shook and cracked, his eyes glossed over with tears. Jimin's heart broke with the words Jungkook let slip pass.

Tell him. He'll understand. A small, nagging voice told him. Jimin pushed it away and shook his head lightly, his chocolate-coloured bed hair moving wildly.

"Nothing, it was just a bad dream." Jimin gave a false smile, his mind still spinning in circles.

Jungkook didn't buy it, his response slipping away as he stared into Jimin's eyes. "B-but why did y-you scream 'help me Appa' and 'don't let me die'?..."

Scared, shocked, terrified was all Jimin felt as he stared at Jungkook. "Jungkook... It was a bad dream. I wasn't chased by unicorns and rainbows!"

Laughing.

That's what the boys hear from the closed door. Sighs echoed off one another as they walked away. They knew Jimin wasn't going to tell Jungkook. It was one of the very few secrets Jimin kept from him.

Jungkook hid his laughing face in Jimin's neck, his arms still around the neck. The breathy laugh tickled Jimin's small neck hair, causing him to laugh too. Jimin's arms were still around Jungkook's petite waist.

Jimin always admired his waist, it was the perfect size. Jimin's waist was so muscular that it hurt sometimes to lay on. Jungkook calmed down enough that it didn't tickle Jimin.

Coffee beans, strawberries, various different meats, bananas, the faint aroma of rice.

Smells after smells drifted through the air, doors, walls, sucking up the minds and entering the souls. Doors after doors opening, feet floating above the wooden ground. Food seems to make people into mindless zombies, it's weird.

The table was arranged with different white glass plates. Different food lined up and down the light wood. Jin stood there, a black and white striped apron on and a spatula in his hand.

He wore a pleased smile as everyone sat around the table, a thin line of sweat forming on their foreheads from holding back. Being hungry is such a mystery, it's like you're going to war with how they act. "Well, don't let the food get cold." Jin laughed as he sat next to Namjoon, digging in before all the food is gone.

Namjoon's blonde head popped up from his bowl of meat, "Don't forget- We have dance practice today at eleven to four. So be ready."

Yoongi's dark auburn hair bounced slightly as for it hasn't been brushed and it's still messy, "Oh, no joke, huh? Because we do not do this every day."

Laughter exploded in the small kitchen as the leader shot a glare at the second oldest, who had stuck his tongue out stupidly.