Jimin gasped, bolting upright in his bed. He panted as he hunched over, pulling his knees to his chest. He turned his head towards the alarm clock on his bedside table, the red numbers displaying the time of 3:13 AM. His plump lips parted as he sighed quietly before lying back down on his side, pulling the blankets up past his ears. He lazily extended his arm out towards his phone that resided on the table, checking to see if he had any new messages.

His hopes, however, were crushed as he discovered no one had messaged him. He sighed once again, placing his phone on the table once more before rolling over and pulling his pillow closer to him, embracing it tightly. Before he had fallen asleep he felt fine, lively, happy even. Now it was a different story. A feeling of numbness and helplessness had filled his hollow self. His heart aching and beating forcefully. He felt empty once more.

He recalled the last time he had felt such a way, around three months ago. His heart wrenched as he recalled what happened. BTS had just finished their tour, they would no longer be performing until their next. Jimin could no longer feel the joy of his smiling and laughing fans. His heart that was once swollen with love and adoration for his fellow members and close friends fell apart. Crushed as the overwhelming feeling of emptiness settled in. His prior happiness had been replaced with anger and sadness.

Tears brimmed in his eyes as he recalled the fight he had with Yoongi. The two of them usually got along, they would tease each other and make fun of one another but never in a serious way. They had their moments where they would bicker back and forth over something but it never escalated above a simple argument. Jimin had grown to have anger issues over the course of a few weeks, his temper had been raging. He and Yoongi had a disagreement and had started bickering until Jimin had turned the argument into a physical fight. After Jimin had slammed Yoongi into a wall Yoongi had lunged at him, not wanting to deal with Jimin's tantrum. They threw punches at one another and slammed each other into the walls and furniture. Fortunately Namjoon had walked in and separated the two.

Jimin's lips upturned slightly in a small smile before tightly creasing into a frown. He and Yoongi hadn't been close since the fight. Taehyung had taken Jimin to a doctor and got him some pills, which had helped. Up until two weeks ago when Jimin stopped taking them. He felt fine, the drug still going through his system up until it had stopped that night. It's effects wore off, Jimin's helplessness and depression returned.

He gulped before grabbing his phone once again, opening his messaging. He scrolled down to his messages with Yoongi, the last one sent the day before the fight.

Yoongi hyung

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to do it. I didn't want to do it...

I lost control.

Yoongi.

Where's Taehyung?

I need him.

Yoongi I'm really sorry, please wake up.

Please read your messages...

Sorry... this is stupid. We haven't talked in three months. Forget this happened. Sorry.

Jimin sighed once again before putting his phone back on his bedside table. Why did I message him of all people? Jimin pulled his blankets over his head as he curled up into a small ball, still holding his pillow close to his chest. He inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in the faint scent of the pillow. Yoongi's scent still clung to it faintly, bringing the smallest amount of comfort to Jimin. The tears that had formed in his eyes fell down his cheeks and onto his pillow as he recalled his friendship with Yoongi, the friendship he ruined.

Jimin's phone vibrated against the wood of the bedside table, gaining his attention. Jimin popped his head out from under his blankets and wiped the tears off his cheeks as he grabbed his phone. He squinted at the harsh light coming from his phone screeen and struggled half-heartedly to decrease the brightness.

What the hell Jimin?

Whats going on?

Are you still there?

Jimin's hands shook violently as he stared at his texts, Yoongi had messaged him back. His phone continued to vibrate in his hand as Yoongi continued to message him. Tears started cascading down his cheeks once more as he read his messages.

Jimin?

Answer me.

Jimin I'll get Taehyung, why do you need him?

Have you been taking your pills?

Jimin I'm going to Taehyung's house.

Don't.

That's what Jimin wanted to say. He couldn't. He shook violently as sobs shook his body, his thumb hovering over the call button hesitantly before quickly tapping it before he could reconsider. Yoongi picked up at the first ring, his breathing ragged and sharp.

"Yoongi hyung..." Jimin croaked in a barely audible whisper as another sob escaped him.

"Jimin..." Yoongi panted, "where's the key?"

"what...?" Jimin mumbled, "it's under the mat?"

"Jimin it's not there." Yoongi breathed.

Yoongi groaned before falling silent. He's probably upset with me. Jimin sniffled before ending the call. A loud knock came from Jimin's apartment door. Jimin sat up, wiping the tears from his eyes.

"Jimin open this damn door!" Yoongi cried.

Jimin's eyes widened at the sound of Yoongi's voice. Clear and low, not being ruined by the microphone on his phone. Jimin slowly crawled out of bed and walked out of his bedroom and into the hall. He slowly put his fingers to the deadbolt lock on the door, hesitating and fearing to see Yoongi once again. He shook his head before quickly twisting the lock and stepping backwards out of the way of the door. Yoongi flung the door open without hesitation before embracing Jimin.

"You dumbass. You need to tell people about this. You need to tell us how you feel! You need to tell ME! You need to talk to us, to me. You can't just lock yourself up in this apartment for weeks on end without talking to us... You can't just talk to Taehyung for two minutes a day! We need to know you're taking your medicine... I need to know you're safe." Yoongi scolded as Jimin slowly wrapped his arms around the older male.

"I'm sorry..." Jimin sobbed.

"You don't have to be sorry..." Yoongi whispered, "You're stuck in a bottomless sea of sorrow and regret. Each time you resurface you get swept back under by another wave. You're drowning, you can't get out by yourself. You feel alone... lost... unable to come back. You resurface and get so close to the shore yet every time you get swept back... You aren't alone Jimin... I feel it too... I know how you feel... maybe not exactly... but enough to try my damned hardest to comfort you."

"hyung..."

"I love you Jimin."