When Jimin wakes up again the feeling isn’t all pleasant, because all of a sudden he wakes up startles to a hard piece of cloth thrown at his face.

“Oh my god Jimin, are you okay?”

Seokjin is scrambling towards him looking frantic, eyes practically bulging out as he fusses over Jimin’s face cupping it as he checks his forehead, his cheeks, his chin, his nose, thumbs across his lips, his eyes, then his forehead again.

“Thank God, you’re not hurt!”

Seokjin heaves heavily as he looks back glaring, and Jimin trails his squinting eyes to see Namjoon looking in chagrin.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles.

“Well sorry doesn’t cut it Kim Namjoon, what if you scratched his face??”

Seokjin’s voice grows louder, too loud.

“Hyung, it’s okay….”

Jimin sits up as he brings a hand to touch Seokjin’s that is resting on his chest when the oldest hyung sits next to him, and Seokjin softens immediately. The older breathes in relief as he brings his long arms around Jimin’s neck and rubs it smoothly, sometimes tugging Jimin’s hair a little, massaging the scalp. Jimin instantly drops his head at his hyung’s shoulder, arms around Seokjin's waist as he leans closer to the comfort.

“I’m sorry about that Jimin ah, we were just looking over some stuff in the luggage, and you know how scatterbrained Namjoon can get whenever we travel.”

Seokjin brushes the younger's hair as he kisses his temple and Jimin just hums in reply, obviously lost in Seokjin’s touch.

“I mean like, how can you forget to pack your own clothes…”

Seokjin tsk-tsks more as he cuddles Jimin closer, and Jimin looks up over Seokjin’s shoulder to Namjoon who is currently picking up the clothes piled on the floor not far.

“He forgot his socks Jimin ah, can you believe that??”

Seokjin snickers all too lovingly for a scowl he tries to put on his face, Jimin thinks.

“You don’t forget socks you know, like never, especially how it’s freaking cold right now.”

Jimin smiles now all too amused as he sees Seokjin rolling his eyes over their leader.

“Heyyy, I heard that!”

Namjoon scowls at them as he puts back the stuff in the luggage but his eyes they trail occasionally at Seokjin and Jimin, mouthing sorry a few times before flashing that beautiful dimple of his that Jimin is sure can make the birds sing away the coldness of the weather right now, one that can hug away his sickness with so much warmth and fondness he feels better already. Jimin is sure that Namjoon’s dimple is one of those seeds that you plant in the harsh winter but still grows heavenly nonetheless, into assortments of gorgeous flowers chrysanthemum, roses, orchids, anemones, baby’s breaths–

Jimin waves back it’s okay and thinks that the leader’s smile probably affects Seokjin too as the oldest hyung drops the subject immediately, and turns to face Jimin looking a little flushed. Who needs socks when you can radiate this much heat?

“Jimin ah, how are you feeling?”

Seokjin voices softly.

“Light. Hyung, I think I feel better…just my ankle. Still throbs a little, but that’s all...”

Jimin smiles sweetly, and grins more in reassurance when he sees Seokjin falls silent.

“Good.”

Seokjin sighs as he let go of Jimin, swarming his fingers across his own hair.

“I asked about our flight and they said it is pushed a couple of hours so we still have about an hour and a half before getting on board.”

He cards more before pulling Jimin back in his hold.

“Do you need anything, Jimin ah?”

Jimin shakes his head slowly as he flashes that sweet smile again, and falls back into Seokjin’s arm.

“Hm…no hyung, this is good.”

But that only stays briefly before Jimin realizes that something doesn’t feel quite whole.

“Hyung… where’s Yoongi hyung?”

Namjoon snorts as he looks at Jimin to reply.

“He actually went back to the dorm with the manager hyungs to get his phone because apparently it wasn’t just me forgetting about it.”

Perhaps Namjoon finds a sense of camaraderie in Yoongi’s rare negligence but negligence nevertheless, or perhaps it was due to the slight despair in Jimin’s voice but despair nevertheless, that prompts him to answer immediately.

Namjoon rolls his eyes towards Seokjin as he says this, but Seokjin merely brushes off.

“Yoongi never forgets though, this is his first time. Unlike that particular someone–”

“What do you