Work Text:
AN: I've been writing this one for a long time, but I never got around to finishing it until now since school has ended. Enjoy!
It wasn't uncommon for one or two of them to get hurt while performing. Jungkook cutting his hand and Hoseok having a coughing fit after inhaling too much smoke were perfect examples. It usually wasn't anything too serious, a couple days of recovery was all that was needed.
Jimin and Tae were the most prone to injuries due to their near supernatural ability to trip over absolutely nothing. It was typically a skidded knee or the rolling of an ankle, but they all knew something bad was bound to happen to someone in the group eventually.
During the performance of one of their songs, Yoongi stepped forward for his rap as the others moved behind him, perfectly in sync with each other. He stopped and froze as cheering turned into screams of horror.
The group looked around, their stomachs dropping as they realized Jimin wasn't on the stage anymore. They called out his name, panicking until they saw him reappear on the ladder, stepping back onto the platform.
He waved at the fans and apologized for scaring them but, having been with Jimin for so long, the others knew something was wrong. His jaw was clenched and he smiled through gritted teeth, and the way he was holding himself didn't seem right. From the side, Jungkook could see he was biting back tears.
The stage was a high rise platform, extensions were added for them to have more room but the one on Jimin's side had seemingly disappeared, meaning he had fallen almost ten feet onto a steel plate with ridges.
Jimin gave the signal to continue the song and the others hesitantly complied. It was clear there was something seriously wrong as he held onto his side whenever he moved behind one of them, out of sight from ARMY and barely raised his left arm. He was usually the best when it came to the choreography, but he was stumbling and wobbly, his vocals faltering and slightly slurred.
On their knees turned away from Hoseok and towards the fans, Tae gently tapped Jimin's thigh three times as inconspicuous as possible. It was the code to ask, "are you okay?"
There was no response but when Jin tried to slip his hand into Jimin's, he found the younger's fists were balled so tightly, a small amount of blood was running down his fingers from his nails digging into the flesh of his palm.
Through the makeup, Tae could see a darkening spot on Jimin's cheekbone.
At some point in the show during one of the songs that didn’t include much dancing, Jimin sat on the ground instead of running around the stage and jumping as he usually did.
For the rest of the concert, they all kept their eye on their boy, tempted to call off everything, but Jimin insisted they continue. During their bows at the end and gratitude speeches to the crowd, his was extremely short with a quick, "thank you so much for always being with us."
The platform lowered, sinking into the ground and as soon as it closed above them, Jimin fell to his knees. Curled forward and sobbing, he rested his forehead on the stage floor and clutched his left side, holding his arm close.
The others rushed to him, trying to get him to lift his head and speak to them. They were pushed out of the way by medics and protested loudly, attempting to get through to reach him. Some of the group members (Yoongi) nearly started throwing punches when they heard Jimin scream as he was roughly lifted off the ground with no concern for his injuries.
Their manager, Sejin, came running through a door, shouting at security to let him through and flashing his identity card. The burly guards moved out of the way and the others were ushered outside and shoved into the limo, forced to leave Jimin behind.
They had three hotel rooms for themselves, two per a room with three in the last one. Instead, they huddled into the one Jimin and Jin were supposed to share. Waiting for a phone call from at least one of the managers on how their boy was doing was absolute torture.
Namjoon paced around impatiently, Yoongi bit his nails, Hoseok, Tae, and Jungkook were on one of the beds talking to each other and trying to calm themselves down as Jin lay on the floor, staring up at the ceiling and rubbing his eyes.
They lunged for the phone when it began to ring, but Jin reached it first and put it on speaker. Before Sejin could speak, they were berating him with questions. He had to shout to quiet them to tell them what he knew.
Jimin was taken to a hospital in an ambulance, but Sejin wasn't allowed to come with him. He had been blocked from entering Jimin's hospital room because they had taken him for x-rays, but he still hadn't been given any information on how he was doing.
There was no way to put into words the amount of frustration they were feeling.
They practically begged to be allowed to the hospital to see their youngest member but, if Sejin wasn't allowed, they certainly wouldn't be. The manager promised to contact them tomorrow morning and fill them in on Jimin's condition. He coaxed them to eat something as he knew they most likely hadn't had anything since before the show.
None of them had an appetite, but they knew Sejin was right. There was no use in making themselves sick when they needed to focus on Jimin, so they reluctantly ordered food to the hotel room.
It was nearing 3 in the morning before any of them fell asleep regardless of the exhaustion of the performance paired with the stress of worrying about their Human Mochi. Tae, Yoongi and Jungkook shared one bed, smooshed together, but unwilling to separate.
The group had spent four years together before Jimin joined and, despite the boy's concern about intruding, he was accepted easily. They had always thought of themselves as brothers but when Jimin entered the picture, things changed.
While they had no romantic relationship with each other , they all did with Jimin. Polyamory confused them in the beginning, and they worried about jealousy being an issue, but it never was. All of them had the common goal, to love and care for their boy, and it only strengthened the bond between them.
Jin, Namjoon, and Hoseok shared the other hotel bed and while the rest fell asleep quickly, Hoseok confided in the group's eldest member. "Do you think Jiminie is okay?" he asked in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the others.
"I think he is actually hurt," Jin confessed. He knew he should be trying to soothe the other's concerns, but he couldn't lie to him either. "I don't know how bad, but the fact he continued the performance is a good sign, I guess."
Hoseok sighed, "I'm worried about him," he said and Jin could hear the emotion in his voice.
"I am too."
It took them a long while to fall asleep but the comfort of each other's presence helped greatly.
The alarm blared at 8 in the morning, waking them all from their unsatisfying rest. There were no messages or missed calls on the phone so they took turns showering as they had neglected to do it after they returned, and the smell of old sweat was not very pleasant.
A staff member who claimed Sejin sent her told them to come down to the breakfast bar and that he said he would call around 10:30. It was both a relief and a stressor to hear that. They now knew when they would get the call but now they had to wait anxiously as the time crept by.
Minutes felt like days and with everyone so keyed up, even the slightest thing (like accidentally elbowing the person sitting nearest) would cause an argument. Tae nearly walked out of the room when Hoseok mistakenly took his drink. Namjoon and Jin tried their hardest to prevent an actual fight, reminding them that bickering did nothing except create more tension, and they needed to focus on Jimin.
They grew more and more impatient as 10:30 neared and passed. They were about to call Sejin at 10:50 when the phone rang in Yoongi's hand, startling them all.
"Sorry boys, I didn't mean to make you wait. I had Jimin transferred to a different hospital last night because none of us liked how dismissive they were and they didn't seem to care at all. I had to get everything set up here and give an accident report, all that fun stuff. This new hospital wants you all to come in so they can explain everything to us together, and then we can see Jimin," Sejin said.
Despite their anger about how their boy was treated, they were ecstatic to finally see him. They grabbed everything they needed and headed out to the car. Thankfully, Jungkook reminded them to wear their face masks to try and avoid anyone who might recognise them. Yoongi and Hoseok had to cover their coloured hair with hats as well.
When they arrived at the hospital, they were greeted by Sejin. The man looked tired, he most likely hadn't slept last night. "Apparently, the owner of the stadium decided we didn't need more stage room and moved the left side extension because it was supposedly 'getting in the way' of people working," he told them and they knew there was most likely going to be one hell of a lawsuit against the poor bastard.
"Sorry to interrupt," a voice said, "my name is Dr. Hellard."
The group was surprised by the woman in a white lab coat. She was obviously not Korean but she spoke so fluently, one would say she had grown up here even with a distinct accent.
Namjoon would have bet money on her being from somewhere in the United Kingdom.
"Follow me," she said. Expecting to see Jimin, they were instead met with an empty room. "I apologize for the inconvenience but, you know how social media is, a fan may see you and post about it and within minutes, the whole place would be flooded. I wouldn't want that to get in the way of you seeing your friend," she said calmly.
"We have him in a private room currently. Confidentiality would normally have me inform a close family member but, I feel I should make an exception in this case," she pulled out a file, "would you like to know his condition?"
Jin felt like his neck would break if he nodded any harder. "When he fell off the stage he landed on his left side, it fractured a few ribs. One was shattered and we were very concerned that it might have punctured a lung had it been left alone. We performed a surgery on him to 'put the puzzle pieces back together' in a sense.
We were very surprised to see his arm wasn't broken but his shoulder was dislocated. I was able to move it back into place, it won't require physical therapy or even a brace. Often times athletic tape can be used to give some support. His wrist will need a brace though as it was badly sprained during the fall."
The group was absolutely stunned that Jimin had somehow finished the performance, but they were extremely upset at the same time. Not just because of how hurt he was, but because he hid from them how bad it really was. It had taken them a long time to convince Jimin he could open up to them.
They wouldn't call him an introvert because he was very outgoing and got along well with people he'd just met in interviews and things like that. He was just emotionally introverted. He wouldn't say what he was feeling or thinking about which had led to quite a few meltdowns.
Surprisingly, Yoongi was the first one to break through his barriers. He got home early and found Jimin sitting in front of the couch, hugging his knees and crying with his phone laying open beside him. There was an article pulled up talking about Jimin's weight and how he would look so much better if he lost a couple pounds.
Yoongi pulled him off the ground, steered him to the bathroom and made him stand in front of the mirror. In a rare display of affection, he began pointing out everything he loved about Jimin. The man seldom showed emotion, so when he did, people knew he was serious.
The relationship they formed led to Jimin slowly coming out of his shell and bonding with them all.
Hellard continued with her explanation, “he does have a major concussion. It might have an impact on his depth perception and stability, so someone will need to be with him if he's going anywhere. Normally we would say no heavy lifting for at least three weeks when someone has a dislocation, but it usually takes about six weeks for broken ribs to heal, so no lifting until after that time. He will most likely be able to lift lighter things after three weeks, but I advise against it.
You have to be extremely careful for the first two weeks as it is very easy to rip sutures, especially in the chest area because it's constantly expanding and retracting while breathing. Keep the bandages clean and dry. Remove them during showers, I believe it would be better to bathe him instead due to the instability. Make sure if soap gets in the area, it is all washed off as it can cause irritation. Before reapplying the bandages, give a small wipe with alcohol and use a bit of an antibacterial ointment or gel.
Please be thorough in reading the directions on the prescription of the medications we will give to help manage the pain and anything else on the care plan we will provide for you to take home. I should warn you, we did give him something intravenously not long ago, so when you see him he may seem a bit... 'loopy' as some say. I'll show you to his room now," she handed the folder along with the care plan to Jin and led them down the hall.
It was horrible to see Jimin lying in a hospital bed. He looked pale and small underneath the multiple blankets. His eyes were closed, his head turned to the side and a dark bruise on his left cheek stood out vividly.
Namjoon knocked on the door to get his attention or see if he was asleep. Bleary eyes opened to focus on them and as soon as Jimin recognised them, his whole face lit up. He reached out towards them with his right arm and Hoseok immediately strode forward to hold his hand.
"Hobiiiiii Oppa, I missed you," Jimin slurred, smile wide despite the slight swelling of his bruised cheek.
"I missed you too, Jiminie. We all did," he said, beckoning the others into the room.
"Why didn't you tell us how bad you were hurt. We would have stopped the show and taken care of you," Yoongi said.
"I didn't wanna stop," Jimin answered quietly and his eyes filled with tears.
"Aw Chimmy, don't cry, it's okay. We were just worried about you that's all," Tae said, petting his hair affectionately. Jimin leaned into the touch.
He looked up, pouting, "I wanna go home," he whined.
"They're just gonna run a couple more tests on you ‘cause you hit your head, and they want to make sure nothing else is wrong. We'll be able to take you back to the hotel later today," Jin said.
Jimin shook his head, "no, I wanna go home.”
Jungkook laid a hand on his thigh, "our plane back to the apartment is in two days. We need to make sure you're okay to fly."
Jimin huffed a sigh and immediately winced, clutching his side. "Hurts," he said, looking like he was about to cry again. Yoongi hugged him close, avoiding moving him or pressing any injuries. He planted a kiss on Jimin's forehead and all of them gave a relieved smile when Jimin giggled a little, "love you, Yoongi Oppa," he said, head lolling towards the older man.
"Love you too, Minnie," Yoongi said giving a gummy smile.
The group still felt horribly guilty that they hadn't stopped the show. They spent the next couple hours babying Jimin and talking to the doctor to see if he was fit to take an earlier flight.
Hellard warned them that it could possibly give him a bad headache or cause nausea. They asked Jimin what he wanted to do when he became more aware of everything as the medication wore off and, despite the possibilities, Jimin said he wanted to go. They knew if they waited to the day they were set to leave, they would be swarmed by the press and fans. Usually, they didn't mind, but they were concerned the noises and flashes of light from cameras might bother Jimin.
Sejin and the planners agreed with them and booked a flight for that night.
By the time Jimin was released, it was nearing 6 at night. Realizing they hadn't eaten since morning, they decided to order takeout that would be at the hotel when they arrived.
Hellard was right about Jimin's instability. It took quite a while to figure out a way to hold onto him without hurting him. Eventually, they had someone stand to the right of him with their arm around him to hold his hip while he held onto their shoulder. Another person would stand on Jimin's left side but not touch him, they were only there to catch him if something happened.
By the time they were walking through the airport at 10, Jimin was in a lot of pain but still had to wait two more hours to take the painkillers prescribed to him. Boarding the plane, they gave Jimin the middle seat with Jin on his right and Yoongi at the window seat on Jimin's injured side as he was more careful with his movements and less likely to accidentally elbow him.
Namjoon sat in front of them on the aisle seat so he could easily turn around to check on Jimin. Hoseok, Jungkook, and Tae sat behind. Normally, they would play around and try to annoy Jimin, now they stayed quiet and did nothing other than watch him with concern.
Jimin groaned in pain at the turbulence as Jin tried his hardest to hold onto him and keep him from being jostled around. They all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as the plane steadied in the air. Yoongi very lightly held Jimin's left hand, avoiding moving his arm or the brace around his sprained wrist.
Jin held his other hand, but about twenty minutes into the flight, Jimin pulled away to hold his head. He was shaking, tears running down his face but he made no sound. Jin carded his fingers through Jimin's hair, "you're head hurts?" he asked softly.
Jimin nodded slightly before leaning against Jin's shoulder, covering his face with his hand to avoid attracting attention. Jin rubbed comforting circles on his thigh while Yoongi lightly stroked Jimin's knuckles. Namjoon turned around to check on him and when he saw what was happening, he called a flight attendant and asked for a cup of water. Noticing the shaking boy behind him, she returned quickly with the drink.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked, looking concerned.
Taking the cup from her hand, Jin said, "I think we’re okay" and thanked her.
"If you need anything, just press the button above," she said, giving a sympathetic look to Jimin.
Yoongi and Jin tried to coax him into drinking but he refused to open his mouth, probably concerned he would make a sound. Hoseok unbuckled himself and leaned over the chair, "oh Minnie, please, drink something. It might help," he pleaded. Jimin finally gave in and took a sip, still trying not to make any noise. It saddened them that Jimin forced himself to not show his pain. He waved off a second sip and returned to his spot on Jin's shoulder.
Hoseok sat down, happy that Jimin drank something.
Jungkook felt a tap on his arm and turned to see two girls standing. "OH MY GOD! IT IS YOU! I'm like, a HUGE fan," one of them squealed.
"J-HOPE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" the other shouted while the group desperately tried to quiet them and other passengers looked at them disapprovingly.
Noticing Jin, they moved forward, "YOU'RE ALL HERE!" the first girl was practically jumping up and down.
Jimin groaned, gripping his hair and squeezing his eyes shut. "Oh, Jimin-ah! We saw your fall online! Are you okay?" she asked, reaching forward to touch him.
Namjoon's hand shot out like a snake, grabbing her wrist. Despite the speed, he held it gently, standing up and ushering them away.
"I'm sorry, we're honoured that you like us so much, but we're all very tired and just want to get home, so we'd greatly appreciate it if you could go back to where you were sitting. My apologies," he whispered as he moved them farther away.
They looked crushed, "I'm so so sorry. We didn't mean to bother you. We just love you all so much," one of them said, tearing up.
Despite being extremely annoyed, he understood where they were coming from. It's not every day you randomly run into your idols.
"Can you sign my phone case before you go?" the other asked hopefully.
He wanted to get back to Jimin as fast as possible, but he wasn't going to turn them away so heartbroken. "Of course," he said. He gave them both a quick hug and as soon as they were out of his sight, he returned to the others.
Jimin had his face buried in both hands, the black brace standing out against his blonde hair. He was leaning forward and the others were trying to get him to sit back out of fear of him ripping his stitches.
"It's okay, Jiminie. They're gone," he said, touching his lightly. "I know you don't want to move but you're gonna hurt yourself even more if you stay like that," he slid his hand under Jimin's shoulder onto his chest, pushing gently and moving him until his back was against the chair.
Jimin was biting his lip so hard Namjoon worried it might bleed and he gently wiped the tears from his face even though new ones kept falling. His breaths were short, seemingly unable to take a full one. It wasn't to the point of hyperventilating, they'd seen him have a panic attack before, but it put them all on edge.
Namjoon wanted nothing more than to pull Jimin in his lap, take away his pain, and protect him from anything that came near. Leaning over Jin, Namjoon cupped Jimin's face, forcing him to look at him. "It's going to be okay. I know you're in pain. You just have to wait a little more," he said gently. "Can you be a good boy for us?" he asked in a whisper.
Jimin gave a small nod before leaning his head back against the chair. Namjoon brushed his thumb lightly over Jimin's uninjured cheek, praising him silently. The flight continued and Jimin managed to stay mostly quiet except for a few soft whimpers until about an hour in, a child a couple rows ahead turned into a fucking demon and started screaming.
Jimin was dying. He felt like his head was actually going to explode. He knew he was crying out loud now, but the pounding in his head and the pain shooting across his chest was overwhelming.
Suddenly, the sound of the screaming kid was muffled. He felt something on his head being readjusted and realised they had put headphones on him to block out the sound. While it didn't completely stop it, it certainly dulled it.
There were several hands on him and, having been with the group for so long, he knew who each of them belonged to without even seeing it. Jin's hand was on his right thigh, Yoongi's on his other, Namjoon cradled his face, Hoseok gently massaged the sore muscles in his neck, near his injured shoulder, Tae and Jungkook lightly stroked his hair, not being in the right position to do anything more.
Jimin grabbed Jin's hand in a death grip, trying desperately to calm his respirations. Every breath felt like he was being stabbed with a burning knife and his entire body ached.
Jin turned to look at the woman across the aisle who had given her headphones over when she saw them trying to cover Jimin's ears. He thanked her profusely and promised to give them back to her when the plane landed.
She insisted he keep it saying, "I know you. My son is a fan and he absolutely adores Jimin, so I have no problem giving it to you if it means it will help him."
If Jin wasn't so focused on his boy, he would have stood up and given the woman a giant hug.
Namjoon had to return to his seat in the row in front while Hoseok, Tae, and Jungkook had to sit back down and buckle their belts as the plane experienced turbulence again. At this point, it was just pure torture for poor Jimin, and they all knew it.
The moment two hours had passed, Yoongi helped Jimin take the painkillers and they were finally able to relax a bit when the youngest fell asleep after they kicked in and alleviated some of the pain.
The group was filled with relief, but seeing their little Maknae hurting so badly affected them greatly. They should have checked the stage before they went on, they should have stopped the show immediately after noticing there was something wrong, but they didn't and now Jimin was paying for it.
Throughout the remaining five hours of the flight, Jimin occasionally woke up, unable to find a comfortable position. Tae eventually passed his jumper forward for Jimin to use as a pillow against Jin's shoulder. He woke up as the plane began to land, the tremors going straight through his aching body. They let the other passengers walk by, not wanting to force Jimin to hurry. Lifting him as gently as possible, they steered him through the small aisles, careful not to let him bang into a seat.
Yoongi grimaced as a security guard greeted them and informed them there was a large crowd waiting at the terminal. They pulled on their masks and hats, taking care not to dislodge Jimin's headphones and giving him sunglasses to protect his sensitive eyes from camera flashes.
Jungkook stood on Jimin's right side, arm around his waist to hold him up, but low enough to avoid his ribs. Namjoon stood directly behind, Tae and Hoseok stood on his left side while Yoongi and Jin led.
ARMY were well known for being very respectful, simply wanting to get a picture or maybe a high five, but every once in a while, there would be someone who didn't understand the concept of personal space and boundaries.
The crowd had split down the middle to give them a path when a woman came running through, barreling past Hoseok and Tae and grabbing Jimin, hugging him tightly. "OH JIMIN-AH, I WAS THERE WHEN YOU FELL! I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE OKAY!" she screamed.
Being such a large fanbase dedicated to protecting them, ARMYs dragged her away faster than the group or security could, shouting at her not to touch them. Her grip on Jimin had pulled him down, out of Jungkook's hold and onto the floor.
After throwing the woman to the security, the crowd turned their attention back to the group. Before they could voice their concerns, Hoseok and Jin shushed them and were grateful they listened as the area became quiet, the only sound being Jimin trying to catch his breath and the others in the group attempting to comfort him.
With his glasses and headphones gone, Jimin could hear the soft crying of several people concerned about him. They even shooed away photographers who had kept taking photos. Lifting Jimin back up, the group completely surrounded him, the crowd moving back to give them more space. Tae thanked them quietly while Jungkook grimaced when he put his hand on Jimin's side underneath his jacket and found his shirt was wet.
As soon as they rounded a corner and into an area where there were no people, Jungkook turned, holding Jimin's body flush against his own, kissing the boy's head when he let out a small whimper. The others stopped as Jungkook slid his hand under Jimin's shirt to feel the bandages were also wet.
His hand was stained red when he pulled it away, "his stitches ripped."
They were able to make their way out of the airport where they were met by a medic in an ambulance. One of the security guards had called Sejin and told him what happened. The medic had been informed of Jimin's initial injuries so when he took a look under Jimin's shirt, he pressed lightly on his ribs.
Despite Jimin's whine of pain, he said, "none of the bone was dislodged, only three sutures ripped. I can patch him up easily right here."
Although they weren't too thrilled to have Jimin receive stitches out of a hospital, the medic seemed to know what he was doing. They watched intently to make sure everything was disinfected and clean before use.
It was the first time they'd really seen how big the incision was, and Hoseok had to turn away. The medic joked around with Jimin, distracting him from the needle and thread. He hissed as a square of gauze soaked in alcohol was swiped across it before a bandage was placed over it and taped down.
The medic helped him sit up slowly, rummaging through a drawer in the wall of the ambulance. "Blue or black?" he asked Jimin, catching him off guard.
"Uh... blue?" he said, more like a question than an answer. He was still somewhat lethargic from the painkillers, and his brain was having difficulty keeping up with everything.
The medic held up a dark blue shirt, handing it to Jimin. "We don't want to put dirty clothing on top of clean bandages now do we?" he said, assisting Jimin to put it on without raising his injured shoulder.
"Alright! You're good to go," he said, drying his hands after washing them thoroughly and taking one last look at the bandages.
Jin lost count of the times he said "thank you" that particular day. They helped Jimin to the large van waiting for them in the lot. It could hold eight people, four seats sitting across from another four.
Yoongi, Namjoon, and Jin sat on one side while the others sat opposite them, Jimin laying across their laps on his uninjured side. Hoseok was by his head, playing with his blonde hair, Jungkook was by his middle, holding on to prevent him from falling, and Tae was by his legs, rubbing circles into his calves and admiring his dancer's thighs.
Jimin fell asleep again easily, the painkillers’ sedating effect not having worn off despite the chaos.
"He's adorable," Hoseok said, breaking the silence.
"He really is," Namjoon agreed, "he's the cutest."
Hoseok ran his thumb lightly over Jimin's lower lip and the boy let out a tiny moan that caused the others to go, "awwwww."
At one point, Jimin woke up blinking in confusion and it took him a moment to realize he was looking at Hoseok's shirt. He looked up at him, seemingly disoriented. "Where are we?" he asked so quietly, none of the others heard him and wondered why Hoseok randomly said, "we're on our way home."
It made sense to Jungkook when he finally saw Jimin was awake, "yeah, we'll be there in less than ten minutes," he said, and Jimin hummed to let him know he had heard it.
He tried to sit up but Hoseok put a firm hand on his neck. Jimin immediately knew it was a warning and, even though he wanted to get up, he was way too tired to try and object. Hoseok seemed pleased Jimin had obeyed and gently stroked his collarbone, avoiding his shoulder.
"Good boy," he said and Jimin grinned at the praise.
Jimin had never been so relieved to see the apartment. He wanted to give the couch a hug and do a running leap onto his bed but every time he moved, it hurt.
Being babied by the six people he loved more than anything was probably one of his most favourite things, but after a couple days trapped in the apartment, he began to go stir crazy. He was so used to practicing every day for hours and hours, and now he wasn't allowed to.
Having so much free time, he began to experiment more with writing his own songs and creating new riffs and runs to sing. Some of them he showed off, others he kept to himself, feeling they were too personal to share. After five days in the apartment and losing his light sensitivity and gaining a bit more stability, he finally convinced them to let him go outside.
Of course, there had to be someone with him, but at least he could get some fresh air.
He got tired quickly, so they stayed fairly close to home in the beginning, going farther each time. He got to walk through his favourite parks and go to his favourite areas and not worry about concerts. It was great to see so much support and love from fans wishing him well. He felt a bit guilty that they had to cancel performances for a couple weeks, but ARMY assured him they had no problem waiting, they just wanted him to get better.
They hadn't even disclosed his injuries. People saw videos that were taken at the airport and the fact that they pretty much had to carry Jimin let people know it was bad.
After two weeks, Jimin got his stitches taken out. There was a large scar that was clearly visible, even from far away. He was definitely going to have to explain it the next time he took his shirt off on stage.
Five weeks after the incident, his ribs only had a dull ache when moving around too much and all the bruising was gone. Jimin bruised so easily Jungkook even had the Peach Butt emoji in Jimin's contact name on his phone. The discolouration on his face disappeared quickly and with some help from Tae, the expert masseuse, his shoulder felt a lot better.
They still wouldn't allow him to lift anything whatsoever, not even a glass of water.
One thing few people knew about Park Jimin was that he was a bit of a nymphomaniac. Being in a relationship with six men might have been a little indicator. The group often made jokes about Jimin being "insatiable," always ready to get into bed. Or against a wall. Or on the kitchen table. Or on any available surface, really.
Jimin just liked sex and pleasing his hyungs.
As each day passed without sexual contact, Jimin began to get frustrated. It was obvious the others were as well, but they seemed too scared they would hurt Jimin to do anything about it.
While Jimin's room was the biggest, he occasionally rotated around the rooms of the other members. Lying in Jungkook's bed, cuddled up against the man, Jimin found himself unable to fall asleep. The clock read 3:07 am, so Jimin decided he would just go make hot chocolate or do something until he felt tired.
After carefully extracting himself from Jungkook's arms, he walked through the hallway towards the kitchen. He stopped when he saw the television was on with the sound muted. Looking over at the couch, he noticed Taehyung on his phone.
He was apparently too quiet approaching him because the older man jumped, gasping when Jimin tapped his shoulder. "Jiminie, you scared me," he said, clutching his chest as he sat up.
"Sorry, Oppa," Jimin chuckled.
He let himself be pulled closer. "What are you doing up?" Tae asked as if catching a child awake after their bedtime.
"I couldn't sleep," Jimin said, straddling him and burying his face in Tae's neck, lips ghosting over the skin. Unable to stop himself, he rolled his hips experimentally.
Hands flew out and grabbed him, stopping him in place, "Jiminie, I don't want to hurt you accidentally."
"I'll tell you if it hurts," he said, rutting against him and moving in for a kiss.
It was as if he flipped a switch."I'll tell you if it hurts, what? " Tae growled before Jimin could kiss him.
"I'll tell you if it hurts, Oppa ," Jimin moaned. He loved it when this side of "V" came out. It was the side only he got to see, outside of the view of fans.
Tae's large hands traveled lower, squeezing his ass and forcing him even closer. Grinding down, Jimin whined, tugging on Tae's shirt, urging him to take it off. The man chuckled against his lips, but gave in, pulling back and chucking his shirt onto the ground. He did the same to Jimin's, much more gently, wary of his still healing injuries.
He paused for a moment and before Jimin could ask, he felt fingers lightly trace the scar across his ribs. Tae could feel the boy's body shiver under his touch before he leaned down, tipping Jimin backwards to lick the raised line.
Jimin gasped, grabbing onto Tae's shoulders and groaning at the sensation. He didn't worry about falling, he trusted Tae enough not to question his strength, and knew he would be firmly anchored in his lap.
The feeling of a hot, wet tongue against the delicate skin had Jimin squirming around. When Tae moved upwards and began licking the sensitive area of his nipples, Jimin couldn't hold back his moans even though he tried his hardest to be quiet and not wake anyone up.
Latching onto his neck and sucking a bright mark on it, Tae pulled him back up. "My beautiful boy, I missed this so much," he whispered against his skin.
Jimin panted as he felt a hand slip down his pajama bottoms and wrap around his cock. Rough, calloused fingers thumbed at the slit before he slowly pumped him. Jimin ran his hands along the hard lines of Tae's chest as he rocked into the man's hand.
Tae suddenly lifted him up, tugging off Jimin's pants and boxers, leaving him completely naked. With Tae distracted for a moment, Jimin quickly fished out the elder's cock, causing him to bite his neck. "Who said you could do that?" Tae growled. Jimin let out a cry of protest when Tae pulled his hand away. "If you can't behave, you get nothing," he said.
"Ngh, please, Oppa. I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise," he whined.
A fact that is well known is that Park Jimin could almost always get what he wanted just by pouting. Even after years of being with him, his bandmates had a low tolerance for his puppy eyes and gave in easily.
It seemed Tae's tolerance was even lower than usual because of how long it had been since they'd last been together, as he wrapped a hand around both Jimin and himself.
Groaning in unison, Jimin rutted into his hand. Even with the amount of precum, the lack of a proper lubricant made them hiss at the friction and Jimin suddenly found himself with three fingers shoved into his mouth.
Desperate for the hand to return to his dick, he coated the fingers with a liberal amount of saliva, slicking them up as much as possible. He let more drip down to Tae's palm before the fingers were pulled out of his mouth and wrapped around both of them again.
Tae kissed him deeply, speeding up and increasing the pressure. Knowing Jimin was close, he smirked against his lips. Using the hand he had on Jimin's ass, he dug his nails in harshly, playing to the boy's pain kink. He swallowed up Jimin's sweet cries as he came onto Tae's chest, and didn't let go of Jimin while he searched for his own release, making the younger whine in discomfort from oversensitivity.
Jimin's whimper of, "O-oppa," sent Tae over the edge, gritting his teeth and groaning.
Resting his head against Tae's shoulder, Jimin felt a hand stroke his back lightly. "You okay, Minnie?"
"A little achy," Jimin admitted, "but better than I've felt in weeks."
"Let's get cleaned up, okay?" Tae said more than asked.
Jimin would have let himself be led to the bathroom, but Tae decided to carry him instead, and he thanked the heavens the water was quiet as the bathtub filled. He hoped he hadn't woken anyone, but considering how loud he tended to be, he probably had.
Tae sat behind him in the tub, taking great care in cleaning him. "Love you, TaeTae Oppa," Jimin mumbled, feeling tiredness sinking in.
"Love you too, Chim," Tae smiled, kissing his head softly.
Jimin didn't remember when he was taken to bed, but he woke up alone in Tae's room around 11 in the morning. Amazed he had slept in so late, he shuffled out of bed, finding himself dressed in his pajamas again.
After brushing his teeth, he left the room and walked through the hallway to the kitchen, finding Yoongi and Namjoon there. He let out a small shout of surprise when he was suddenly lifted up from behind by strong arms around his waist.
"I woke up to some interesting sounds and a severe lack of Park Jimin in my bed at three am. Care to explain?" Jungkook asked into his ear.
Jimin felt himself blush, turning his head to shoot Jungkook a sheepish look, "sowwy, Oppa."
Jungkook still didn't look too pleased, but he put Jimin down gently.
The rest of the week trudged by with sloppy handjobs and makeout sessions. It felt like forever before Jimin's ribs stopped hurting completely and the morning he woke up with no pain, he practically ran around the apartment. Most of the group had been out, but he nearly gave Hoseok a heart attack by busting into his room, jumping on him, and screaming, "I'M ALL BETTER!"
Walking through the door, the others set down their bags, laughing at a joke when they heard a strange sound.
Tracking down the source, they opened one of the bedroom doors to the sight of Jimin with his hair messed up and lips swollen red, lying on his back with his hips propped up on a pillow while Hoseok fucked him with long, slow thrusts.
Jimin always liked it rough, so they knew Hoseok’s gentleness was driving him insane as he begged for the man to speed up and go harder, but the older dancer ignored his pleas. He kept his pace steady, pinning Jimin’s wrists down with one hand and gripping his thigh with the other.
The gradual buildup of pleasure from the consistent stimulation of his prostate overtook Jimin as he spilled onto his stomach untouched, crying out loudly and clenching around Hoseok. The rapper finally sped up, grabbing Jimin by the hips and pounding into him hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall over and over again.
“OPPA!” Jimin screamed.
Hoseok bent down to kiss him, muffling his moans and completely ignoring the others’ presences. Jimin dragged his nails down the man’s back, leaving bright red streaks as he wrapped his legs around him. Sitting back up, Hoseok tugged Jimin’s hips higher, changing the angle.
“Always so good for me, baby,” Hoseok growled, fucking into him harder, “my good boy.”
Jimin’s hypersensitive body responded immediately to the praise, mind cloudy from overstimulation. His loud whine was cut off by a hand around his throat, squeezing just hard enough to quiet him. Tae sat on the edge of the bed, watching Jimin struggle to ground himself by holding onto Hoseok’s wrists, back arched high.
“You always look so gorgeous like this,” Tae cooed, rubbing one of Jimin’s nipples.
Hoseok finally released his hold on Jimin’s neck and the younger dancer turned his head to the side with his mouth open. Tae chuckled at the desperation on his face. “You want me to use your mouth?” he asked and Jimin frantically nodded.
Tae would have teased him, but he was pent up from weeks of no real sex and gave Jimin what he wanted, stripping his pants off and climbing onto the bed to position himself by Jimin’s head.
The younger boy immediately took him into his mouth, sucking the crown and leaning over to take more. Tae thrust shallowly, going further and further each time until he was completely sheathed down Jimin’s throat.
Hoseok pushed Jimin’s knees up to his chest, exposing him to everyone and allowing him to go deeper. Jimin cried around Tae, hands flying out to find purchase on something. Jin got up on the other side of the bed, directing Jimin’s hand to his dick where he had added some lube.
Jungkook stood by Tae, moving Jimin’s other hand to his cock.
“Multitasking at its finest,” Jin said amusedly as Jimin stroked them both while bobbing his head and rolling his hips.
“He’s had a lot of practice,” Jungkook joked. Yoongi and Namjoon whispered something to each other that no one could make out but they had mischievous looks on their faces.
“You two wanna get in on this?” Jin asked.
“We will when you’re done,” Yoongi waved off the offer.
“Ah, fuck!” Hoseok groaned as his pace faltered, slamming into Jimin and stilling as he came.
Tae looked to Jin for approval and asked, “can I go?”
Jin nodded and turned Jimin’s head his way so he could use his mouth. Jungkook frowned unhappily and Jin said, “I’m after Tae and then you can fuck him after me.”
“Jiminie, you think you can handle all of them?” Hoseok asked as he pulled out and stepped to the side for Tae to take his place and Jimin pulled off of Jin for a second to nod before taking him back in his mouth.
They offered Namjoon or Yoongi to use his other free hand but the two shook their heads, waiting and watching patiently.
Even after being fucked by Hoseok, Jimin was still tight and Tae groaned as he started pressing in. He began to move as soon as he bottomed out and Jimin jolted under him having expected at least a few seconds to adjust again.
Tae could tell when Jimin was becoming too overwhelmed by his prostate being too stimulated and angled his hips to give him a bit of a break. Jimin ran his small fingers along Tae’s soft abs to show his appreciation and let the taller man use him roughly.
After Tae came, Jin turned Jimin onto his stomach and pushed him towards the edge of the bed for Jungkook to use his mouth as he replaced Tae.
Jin liked to go a lot slower to savour the feeling, enjoying watching the other members’ cum start to drip out as he entered him. He switched between trying to avoid the area of nerves and brushing against it over and over to work Jimin up again, but didn’t give him enough to bring him over the edge.
Jimin groaned frustratedly around his mouthful and tried to pull off Jungkook to turn around and say something but the larger man yanked him by the hair and forced him all the way down his dick. Jimin choked in surprise as the man began to fuck his mouth harshly, feeling the burn in his throat and knew he would have pallete bruising for the next several days.
Once Jin came, Jungkook happily replaced him as Namjoon and Yoongi still stood to the side. Jimin moaned in a husky voice and grabbed a pillow to rest his face on and muffle his sounds.
Jungkook pulled the pillow away, “no, I want to hear you.”
He lifted Jimin up and moved him to the center of the bed before pinning him completely down and settling on the backs of his muscular thighs. He used his body weight to press Jimin into the mattress by putting force into the area between Jimin’s shoulder blades.
Jungkook was often one of the roughest (second only to Yoongi) and he didn’t hold back at all despite how overworked Jimin was. Jungkook suddenly shifted to tug Jimin’s hips up and wrapped a strong hand around the base of the younger boy’s cock.
Jimin started begging loudly but they only chuckled at his desperation. “You can cum but it has to be like this,” Jungkook said.
Jimin could feel it building up and cried as he was hit with the strongest dry orgasm he’d ever had and collapsed, only held up by Jungkook wrapping an arm around his waist.
Jimin whined underneath him, mind separating from his body. He was practically drooling onto the sheets and Yoongi reached down to pet his head. Jungkook leaned forward to bite Jimin’s shoulder, holding onto him as his pace became brutal before he came.
He gently pulled out, rubbing Jimin’s lower back with a thumb apologetically when he hissed.
“Can you deal with any more?” Namjoon asked, stroking the back of his neck.
Even with how out of it he was, Jimin wanted nothing other than to please his hyungs and nodded slowly.
“We want to try something different, just tell us if you need us to stop,” Yoongi said, lying down next to Jimin and helping Namjoon pick up the younger boy. They moved him until he was straddling Yoongi like he was going to ride him and it took a few seconds for everyone to understand what they were doing when Namjoon sat behind Jimin.
“Be careful,” Jin said somewhat worriedly, handing the bottle of lube and encouraging them to use a lot more than the others had.
It didn’t seem to register with Jimin what was happening until Yoongi was inside of him and he felt Namjoon’s fingers work their way in as well.
“Think you can handle both of us?” Yoongi asked, rutting his hips slowly.
Jimin moaned in response, trying his hardest to stay still. Namjoon withdrew his fingers and positioned himself, slowly pushing in and carefully watching Jimin’s reaction to see whenever he nodded to stop.
The dancer sobbed at the feeling of being stretched so wide, head dropping down to Yoongi’s chest when he became too weak to hold it up. Namjoon paused when he completely bottomed out, running his hands comfortingly along the curve of Jimin’s back.
Yoongi was the first one to start moving and Jimin twisted his hands into the sheets, knuckles going white as he cried out when Namjoon began to thrust slowly as well. They moved in opposites with Yoongi pushing in when Namjoon drew back, switching back and forth until they were thrusting in tandem.
Jimin wailed between them as they sped up, shaking violently and sobbing loudly. “How are you still so fucking tight ?” Yoongi asked through gritted teeth.
Jimin couldn’t respond, crying too loudly to even hear them. “Holy shit,” Namjoon groaned, resting his head against Jimin’s back, “you’re so perfect for us.”
Jimin babbled nonsensically, shouting at particularly hard thrusts and let his body be manhandled by them both, Namjoon digging his fingers into his hips and Yoongi’s hands gripping his thighs tightly.
“Oppaaaaaa,” he bleated weakly.
“So close, baby,” Namjoon said, “just a little longer.”
Jimin’s orgasm surprised them both as he spasmed around them, choking on his own shout. He screamed as they continued, writhing around before his body completely gave out and he collapsed against Yoongi, whimpering and crying softly.
Yoongi wrapped his arms around Jimin, holding him in place as they both pounded him until Namjoon finally came with Yoongi following soon after. They didn’t even realize that it had somehow brought Jimin over the edge again until the singer was practically unconscious between them, unable to react when they shook him gently.
They heard the sound of a phone camera and saw Jungkook snapping a picture and then a video as they pulled out and left Jimin on display, cheeks bright red with his hole dripping cum.
The youngest boy was completely limp as they moved him around, head lolling back.
“Do you think we should turn the hot tub into a bubble bath again?” Hoseok asked.
“It was a pain to wash it out last time, though,” Tae said.
“But Minnie liked it a lot and he’s definitely gonna be sore,” Jungkook said.
“Go fill it and let me clean him up a bit first,” Yoongi jerked his head towards the door, already starting to work on him.
While he might be the roughest in bed, Yoongi was the most gentle with Jimin during aftercare and the others let him take full control over it knowing he was probably the best to deal with how far into subspace Jimin had fallen in.
“Baby boy,” Yoongi stroked Jimin’s cheek, “you with me?”
Jimin had no response other than a little flutter of tear soaked lashes at the warmth of Yoongi’s hand on his cheek.
He didn’t even have a reaction when cum started running down between his thighs as Yoongi gently moved him around. He wiped him with a soft, warm cloth, caressing him with love in every touch.
“You were so good for us, Doll,” he kissed Jimin’s sweaty forehead.
Despite the fact Yoongi had been working out and could have lifted Jimin on his own, the younger boy was so boneless, he was pretty much a dead weight in Yoongi’s arms and he didn’t want to risk dropping him.
He called for Jungkook to help him and wrapped Jimin up in a blanket, walking beside the taller as they brought him to the giant hot tub that was filled to the brim with bubbles. Having been around each other for so long, nudity didn’t faze them so they didn’t bother wearing bathing suits or anything.
Unwrapping Jimin from his fluffy blanket, they gently lowered him into the water and he unconsciously grabbed onto Yoongi, whining quietly.
“I got you, baby,” Yoongi assured him, “I won’t let you go.”
There was a little pang of jealousy in everyone else as they watched the interaction. They knew Jimin loved them all the same, but he was particularly clingy with Yoongi after intense scenes.
He refused to let go of the older man, so Yoongi held him in the middle of the tub and the others surrounded him to lavish him with love. They praised him for how well he’d done and how good he’d been for them, keeping him in subspace.
It never failed to melt their hearts how innocent he seemed in his current state of mind, allowing them to massage his sore limbs and kiss him everywhere, showering him with affection. The dancer whimpered quietly when Namjoon accidentally brushed a hand against his cock, far too sensitive to do anything else that night.
“Sorry, baby boy,” Namjoon said, giving him a peck on the lips.
They ended up foregoing dressing him and instead wrapped in an even bigger fluffy blanket, situating him between them all on the couch as they watched a movie.
With the comfort of his boyfriends being there to care for him no matter what, Jimin fell asleep easily, his head resting against Tae’s shoulder and surrounded by the six people he loved the most.