It's been about a week since our trip to the bakery, and all I can keep thinking about is the memory of his porcelain face outlined in the moonlight, pink lips and glowing eyes, staring down at me before I made the move of no return. I felt it. All the regrets.

He won't talk to me, and he rarely even looks at me, either. Something about the whole thing gives me goosebumps, the thought of things never returning to normal again rattles me. Once again, I'm back at square one, and it only seems to rewind and replay until I'm nothing but a shell of a person left.

"Jimin? Start running before Saje ssi realizes you aren't!" Jin warned me as he passed me up on the track, heaving a bit during his long strides. I looked around myself, and some members were scattered around in different places, giving their absolute best while they followed the path of orange dust, and others were already finished and walking toward the building.

I looked down at my own feet, and they carried me in a slow walk. Had I really been immersed in my own thoughts this whole time to the point where I haven't even been running? I deliberately strayed my mind from that, and forced my feet to move in an uncomfortable speed, one that wouldn't get me in trouble.

I looked beyond the field at trainer Saje ssi, who was glaring at me from behind her sunglasses with an unpleasant look on her face— . She's new, and I don't want to give her a bad first impression of me, so I better make up for it. I pushed myself forward with all of my left over energy and eventually made it past Jin, who confusedly glanced at me as I progressed. Just a few more meters until I can retreat from this hot sunny hell.

The next person I was coming upon was none other than Jungkook, and he jogged with an eased mind, not knowing that I was about to show him up yet again in the same sport. Once again I lashed all of my energy into my feet, and looked back at him with a smile once I was considerably farther down the line than him, only to meet an unamused, rather despising glare.

Because I had been reviewing his face, I knocked into something resulting in me falling on my back, knocking the wind out of me. I heaved and picked my head up to see what had blocked my way, and Saje ssi was laying on her side, already attempting to pick herself back up. I speedily retrieved her hand and pulled, helping her to stand. I also picked up the sunglasses that had fallen off of her face and onto the floor and handed them back to her, finally locking eyes with her almond shaped ones.

"I'm so sorry about that, I should've been more careful," I apologized, feeling completely and utterly reckless for having done that to this fragile and might I say beautiful girl. She smiled and smoothed out her disrupted hair, slipping her sunglasses back on, once again shielding herself off from my view.

"It's fine, accidents happen. You really showed me what you got out there. I have to say, I'm impressed," She stated with a smirk my way, in which I responded equally. "I figured I should give my all. The only benefit is improved skill, so I thought why not," I fibbed slightly, feeling the strangest urge to impress her. I scratched my head embarrassingly, looking back at Jungkook as we started walking up the hill. He stood on the track in the spot me and Saje ssi once stood and he looked.. Well, pissed. I distinctly caught him shake his head and walk in the direction of Taehyung before my trainer spoke again.

"And what is it that you generously contribute to this group? Uh..?" She questioned, leaving an aura in the atmosphere that told me she wanted to know my name. "Oh, right. I'm Jimin- Park Jimin. I'm one of the lead vocals for the group, one of the main dancers, and in charge of good looks," I greeted with a chuckle, holding out my hand to hers. She shook it and smiled at me, a bright friendly smile that reminded me of my own, and I smiled back.

"Well Park Jimin, I don't think I can disagree with the last part," She commented, clearing awkwardly as I looked over to her in disbelief. Did she just indirectly tell me I'm good looking? "Haha, thank you.." I laughed nervously, glancing over at her for a moment. I looked ahead of us and the members who had finished before me were piled up in front of the back doors to our training studio. Suga, Rapmon and Jhope stood in a circle talking, but when Saje ssi and I approached, they all turned around and eyed us both, not saying a word.

"H-hey hyungs," I said quietly, avoiding eye contact. Jhope smiled at me and Suga didn't really give me a response. I did look up at Rapmon before Saje ssi unlocked the door for us, and he raised his eyebrows towards her, in a way that said, "You like her?"

I shook my head in rebuttal, mouthing a "No!" in which he shook his head and rolled his eyes before walking into the cool studio building compared to the hot Seoul weather. I sighed, now aware that Rapmon would probably become suspicious of me and Saje ssi whenever we were together now, and about the fact that Jungkook seemed pretty mad at me when he saw us conversing. It's not like he owns me anyway, and even if he did, he wouldn't know how to show it well enough for me to take it seriously.

I followed behind the group in the hall, and I heard panting and rapid steps from behind me once we were halfway down. I turned around, only to see Taehyung running towards me. "Hey Jiminie," He said breathlessly, bending over to catch his breath with my shoulder as support. I stopped to wait for him while the rest of the group kept going and turned the corner, following behind our trainer Saje ssi. "Hey Taetae," I greeted, holding out my hand for a bro shake.

He complied and we chest bumped, but that only made him feel more out of breath. I moved a sweaty piece of hair out of Taeyhung's face, but a voice interrupted me. "Tae, where did everybody go?" I heard a voice say from the doorway down the hall, and like a silhouette before the bright outside light, Jungkook stood tall next to Jin, and they exchanged looks as soon as Taehyung stepped aside and revealed me. I looked at him with naturally squinting eyes from the sun, and saw Jungkook's features, glaring at me as I had seen him do ever since we got home from that night.

Taehyung skipped over to them and got in between the two, draping his arms around their shoulders. Jungkook had his arms crossed, still glaring at me as they approached. Jin was looking down, and Taehyung was babbling on about something that I couldn't quite make out. Eventually he realized that Jungkook wasn't responding to him, and he leaned in closer to his face, probably to ask him what was wrong. Jin followed Jungkook's line of vision that lead to me, and his eyes met my furious ones.

I didn't do anything to Jungkook, so for him to act like some sort of victim is clearly a low move. I angrily rushed to the studio room, where we usually practice our dance routines. We had our "Dope" promotions coming up soon, and we had to practice all week for many hours to prepare. I forced open the door and everyone's eyes shot to me, but I simply ignored them all. I did glance at Saje ssi before entering the locker room, but quickly looked away. I made it to my locker, gathered up a towel, slipped off my sweaty tank top, and changed into a new one. Hobie was already in the locker room when I came in, but he was just washing his face in the sink while a towel hung around his neck.

"Jiminie!" He cried once I came in, but his smile quickly faded as I didn't answer him. "What's wrong? Did someone do something to you?" He asked, walking towards me as I applied deodorant to my underarms. "No," I replied angrily, stuffing the dirty tank top into my locker and taking out a pair of clean basketball shorts. Jhope looked down and dabbed his face with the towel around his neck. "Was it Jungkook?" He asked, looking back up at me intently. I stared at him for a while, and then resumed changing into clean shorts for practice. "Why would you ask that?"

"Because, I know what's been going on with you two," He says, and I stopped what I was doing, the words he had just said repeating in my mind. They only grew louder by the second. "What did you say?" I asked, slowly looking over at him who was walking over to sit on a metal bench. "I.. I know that you like him, and-" I stomped up to him and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling his face close to mine. "Jiminie, ah!" He cried, as I clutched his faded green t-shirt in my closed fist.

"Don't get in the middle of this. You won't say anything about it! Who else knows?" I demanded, feeling an explosive amount of heat in my chest. I felt my face scrunch up in a way I didn't even recognize myself. "Just me! Just me!" He replied, fear in his eyes. "YOU'RE LYING! WHO TOLD YOU?" I yelled, causing a tear to fall from Hobie's eye, and I loosened my grip on his shirt, realizing what I had just done.

"Yah! What's going on in here?" Rapmon yelled, with the rest of Bangtan behind him. Once he saw that I had Jhope by his shirt collar, he rushed in and pushed me back, and I slammed into the wall. I slid down, my head slumped and I felt dizzy. My eyes looked up at the mess I caused and Jhope still looked scared beyond belief, and Suga was now gripping his shoulders, asking him what happened. Jhope just kept looking back at me, betrayal and terror on his face, until Suga and Rapmon had to usher him out of the locker room. He looked back at me one more time, and I responded with a look of grief and sorrow. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..

Jungkook was the last one in the doorway, and his face screamed "You monster, how could you?" I couldn't bear to look at his face, and once again I was left alone, sitting on the tiled floor of the locker room. I felt hopeless and horrible, and all I could think to do was cry.

A few minutes later, the locker door opened and in came Saje ssi, her sunglasses lay propped on top of her layered hair. Her eyes were worried, and she knelt down in front of me, tilting her head to get a better look at my face. My eyes didn't look up at her, and wet tears stained my cheeks.

"Jimin ssi," She spoke softly, and I opened my eyes wide enough to get a glimpse of her face. She was like an angel, trying to comfort me. "Saje ssi?" I asked weakly. A light radiated around her, and my eyes opened more to let her beauty pour into my soul. I reached my hand out to her face and leaned closer, not exactly knowing what I was doing, but suddenly felt a sharp pain across my cheek. She had slapped me, and the shock from it all awoke me from this daze I seemed to be in. The light around her dissolved into the background, and the world around me became dark and cold once again. Saje ssi's face faded away, and when I blinked again, Jungkook was the one in front of me.

I screamed and jumped back, but bumped my head on the wall from me already being leaned against it. I desperately looked around the locker room and no one else was there except for me and him, and I was still on the floor in the spot where Rapmon had hauled me. I began breathing hard and started to feel anxious. "Where's Hobie hyung? I have to apologize! I.. I'm a horrible person! W-where is Monie hyung? I NEED TO TALK TO HIM!" I exclaimed, attempting to get up, but I ended up feeling too weak to stand. Jungkook grabbed me and lowered me softly as I was about to fall back onto the ground and he stared into my eyes, calming me by just doing that. "It's going to be okay. Everything is going to be okay," He hushed, and my eyes drooped lower and lower with the sound of his smooth voice, and little by little reality washed away. "You'll be fine... Just sleep Jimin, I'm here,"

~.~.~.~

"I know everything is my fault... I just came to check on you."

"Here's some roses, I hope you're not too mad at me."

"How are you doing Jiminie? You look so cute when you're sleeping."

"That's everything that's been happening at home. Now, I know you won't hear anything I'm saying to you, but... I.. uh.."

"Times up, you can come visit him tomorrow."

"I love you."

~.~.~.~

"I'm here for you," He said. I woke up in a bright room, sitting up straight on a hard surface. The bright light once again nearly blinds me as my eyes squinted to adjust to it. I look to my right, and Hobie is sitting in a chair next to me, and I looked down at the rest of my body. I was in a hospital bed, and a T.V straight ahead is playing a sports channel on the wall. I peer down at my arm, and a tube is connected to an oxygen tank on the other side of this bed. I look back at my hyung, and he seems to be asleep. I look out of the window above him, and the outside world is dark. It's night time. How long have I been here?

"Hyung?" I call weakly, already beginning to feel guilty at the way I treated him earlier. All I wanted to do was hold him close and promise to never hurt him again. His eyes lifted, and then they widened at the sight of me. I smiled and the tears welled up in my eyes again. He got up from his seat and walked over to me. He leaned in and hugged me tight and I hugged back, a tear falling onto his shoulder. "I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry," I muttered over and over, until Hobie pulled back and looked at me confusedly. "Sorry about what?" He asked warmly, and I thought back to earlier when I had picked him up by his shirt and I was thrown across the room by Rapmon. "Don't act that what happened didn't happen. I was wrong to do that.. I.. I-" My mind searched my brain for anything I could say to make him feel better. I never wanted to hurt him.

"What are you talking about Jimin? Do what?" Jhope asked, curiosity showing through his voice, and if I'm not imagining things, it quavered a little bit. "I... I... I hurt you... Didn't I? You're not just pretending it didn't happen?" I asked, scaring myself by the look on Hobie's face and his not knowing what I was talking about.

"Jimin, you.. you didn't do anything to me... Did you have a bad dream?" He asked, moving the hair off of my forehead. I leaned back and lay on the bed, my eyes staring into the ceiling in disbelief. Did I really dream up that whole thing? I mean, it wouldn't be so bad if I had, because I would hate myself even more if it really did happen. Maybe it was a dream after all. I sighed and looked over to Hobie, who was still peering at me over the edge of the bed. He my head and smiled at me, and I placed my hand on his. "Yeah, it was just a dream. I'm glad you're here right now," I expressed, and Jhope nodded. He my hair a few more times, and I closed my eyes as I began to feel tired again.

"Your time's up. You can come back tomorrow," The nurse said from the doorway, and she came into the room to fix up a few things around my bed, and she tucked the blanket around my body a little tighter. "Yes, I will," Jhope responded, and he grabbed his jacket off of the visitors chair's armrest. He patted my leg as he walked around my bed and smiled at me, in which I weakly smiled back, already dozing off into a deep sleep. "Wait," I called faintly, and Hobie looked back at me and walked to the left side of my bed, bending down to listen to my soft voice. "Yeah?"

"Where is Jungkookie?" I asked. "He's back at the dorm. He comes to visit you everyday. He'll be here tomorrow. Just get some rest," He assured, and got up to leave the room. Once he disappeared out of the doorway and into the hallway, I looked ahead of me at the T.V. The volume was so low I could barely hear anything they were saying, so I easily fell asleep, feeling at ease that everything would be okay.

"Are you hungry, Jimin?" The nurse asked, shaking me from the gentle drift to sleep. I nodded, and she nodded back with a smile. "I'll be right back with some Kimchi and rice," She said, and I gave her a thumbs up before she left.

I then thought back to what Hobie hyung had said to me before he left. "He comes to visit you everyday," He had said. Jungkookie? Visits me.. every day? Wow. Maybe that whole thing that happened in the locker room between me and him didn't happen either, but what did happen?

The nurse came back a few minutes later holding a tray table with two steaming bowls on top. She carefully walked through the room, and placed the tray on top of my lap, and I breathed in deeply. It smelled good, and reminded me of Jin's cooking. It actually made me feel kinda home sick. I ripped open the chopstick package and pulled the two wooden sticks apart, preparing to eat the food. "How long will I have to stay here?" I asked the nurse who had been minding her own business and tidying up the room. "Oh, I'm not sure, you would have to ask your doctor about that. Do you want me to call him in for you?" She asked, seeming willing to be at my service for anything. "Actually, yes. I would like to know what happened to me."

"Okay, I'll go see what I can do," She nodded and scurried out of the room. I ate my food quickly, my eyes glued to the soccer game on the T.V screen. A while passed by, and I had already finished my two bowls, but the nurse or doctor hadn't come yet. I placed the tray of empty bowls and dirty chopsticks on the bedside table, and snuggled back into my blankets. Once again before I was going to fall asleep quite comfortably, a knock at the doorway woke me. It was a man wearing a white coat and slacks- My doctor.

"Annyeongheseyo Park Jimin. I'm doctor Kim Junghee, you wanted to see me?" I sat up a little bit more and bowed my head, watching my doctor as he walked over to one of the seats on the right side of me. He sat down and crossed his left leg over his right, and I twisted my body to face him. "Ne," I responded. "I want to know how I got here, and how long I will be staying in the hospital." Junghee nodded and looked down at his connected hands that sat over his leg. "Your group members told me that you were really angry, and when you entered the locker room, you got dizzy and fell. You hit your head pretty hard," He added, looking at me with honesty and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. So what I thought happened, didn't really happen... Am I going crazy or something?

"You have high blood pressure, and it's being caused by excess stress. Is there something you want to talk about? Maybe we can help you pinpoint the source of the anxiety you've been experiencing," He proposed, and I automatically knew what what was causing this stress. But I know it can't be helped, or changed for that matter.

"No, I'm not sure," I replied. "Maybe it's coming from all of the upcoming promotion preparation we've been doing," I explained, making up an excuse that could probably be playing a small part in it. "I see. Well if it's that big of a problem for you, be sure to let me know. I would say to take it easy when you practice from now on. Maybe sit out from any stressful activities," He suggested. I knew I should be telling him the truth, but I really feel that what I'm going through isn't something that can be fixed. It's the result of being so in love with someone that it kills you slowly and brutally. I'm sure there isn't any medicine out there that can cure heart break.

"And in regards to how long you'll be staying here, it should just be a few more days. You've already been here for about a week," He explained. Oh my god, I've been in a hospital bed for a week? I'm surely falling behind with the "Dope" choreography, and that means I'll have to practice twice as hard and fast as everyone else when I get back to the studio. Great. "Okay, thank you doctor," I bowed to him once again, and he got up to head to the doorway. "Don't mention it," He replied.

"And if you have any more questions for me, I'll be here," He said, and left. Now that I knew everything I could possibly want to know for now, I guess I'll be fine enough to sleep peacefully, but the only person left I want to see, is Jeon Jungkook.