Ally's POV

Once I gather my senses, I shoot out of the comfort of jimin and the couch.

I rush towards Andy to check on her.

Straightening her back into sitting position, I check her pulse.
All good.

I turn around to see that RM and Jimin have picked up Tae from the floor and placed him on the couch that I had been sitting on before the coke fiasco.

Jin brings a glass of water from the kitchen and starts splashing some on Tae's face while I do the same to Andy.

No response.

'I think they're gonna wake up on their own just like we did. We need to wait.' I say to Jimin.

He nods then smiles.

'I can't believe Andy's his soulmate. He's been talking about her non-stop since the second he saw her.'

'Wait soulmates?' RM says with a shocked expression.

I'm guessing he didn't know the details as to how we found out that we were soulmates.

'Yeah. We fainted too when our hands touched for the first time. It's first touch.'
I tell him, making my way back to the couch jimin and I were sharing.

Those two weren't gonna wake up anytime soon, might as well get comfortable.

Suga says something in rapid fire to Jimin and he laughs.

'They're asking me to tell them everything the doctor told us. Can I?' he asks.

'yeah sure, why not?'

'Well um he told us were the intertwined soulmates. Rare type. Can't live without the other.' he starts talking and I can feel a blush creeping up my face as the 5 members look at us with smirks.

J-hope asks something and Jimin gets a sour look on his face.

'The mark forms on both of us, but only she feels the pain. On my behalf too. Its timing is completely unpredictable. It's unfair to be honest.'

Jungkook replies to this with something that's probably not meant for my ears because as soon as he finishes his sentence, RM Suga and j-hope fall to the ground laughing and jin and Jimin get up to hit him with pillows.

Jimin is slightly more aggressive than Jin.

I'm about to ask what he said but I start to feel the familiar burn in my arm.

I get up, not wanting to to tear up in front of the guys and run to my room, hoping that they'd be too invested in the pillow fight to notice.

I land on my bed, slamming the door shut behind me.

A strangled cry comes out of my mouth as the mark slowly creeps upwards.

I bite my lip. Hard. Trying my best to keep quiet.

It was not an easy thing to do because it felt like someone was running a hot wire under my skin.

This had been the longest I had gone through the pain without Jimin stopping it.

Even though the ink black lines were currently curling on my wrist, I could feel their path as if they had a predetermined route.

It would go up my arm, onto my shoulder and collarbone then down the side of my torso till my waist.

I can't take it anymore, I think as I yell out in agony.

I hear footsteps. Far away. Getting closer.

My door opens with force revealing a worried Jimin.

He looks at my curled body on the bed, face streaked with dried tears and curses.

Takes long strides to me and picks me up.

Relief.

His touch takes away the pain and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

He doesn't put me back down but instead walks out of my room and into his.

Instead of going to the bed like I thought he would, he takes me to the bathroom, sitting me down on the edge of the tub.

He kneels down in front of me , still holding my hand.

His eyes full of guilt.

I want to tell him that it's not his fault but my voice fails me as his hand rises up to my lip, touching it with his thumb.

When he brings it back down, it's red with my blood.

It's then, that I realize that I bit too hard.

He stands up, takes a towel off of the rack and wets it, all while still holding my hand.

Squeezing the excess water out, he kneels again and dabs my lip carefully.

His touch so delicate as if I would break.

After cleaning me up, he takes me out to his bed.

We had yet to speak a single word. The silence and tension between us thickening by the second.

His back is rested against the wall and I lay my head on his chest.

As if all of a sudden, a dam breaks within me.

I start shaking with silent sobs. No tears just their pain.

He holds me close to him as if he never plans on letting me go.

'You don't have to go through this alone.' he says quietly.

'I'm sorry.' I start.

'What for?'

I struggle to find words for what I want to say.

My mouth opens and closes without saying a single word. I just feel sorry. For putting him through this. This being me.

'Look at me.'

I look up at him, suddenly frozen at the close proximity of our faces.

'You're always taking care of others. I've noticed. How you check up on Andy all the time. How you worried about me not eating when we had only spent a few hours together.'

He took a deep breath as if the following words hurt him.

'Why do you hide yourself from the world so much? The way you sit on the couch, knees up, subconsciously trying to not to catch anyone's attention. When you apologized for being my soulmate when you didn't even have a choice in it. When you ran to your room in agony because you didn't want to alarm anyone.
You're not putting others first.
You're putting yourself last.
Don't.
Don't ever do that. Because you deserve so much better. You're taking care of everyone except yourself.'

Silence. Tears brim in my eyes. Ashamed of the truth I look down.

His fingers sneak up under my chin, lifting me back to his gaze.

'Just let me. Let me take care of you.' he whispers.

I'm stunned.

He noticed such small details about me.

It made my heart melt.

Everything he said, hit the nail on the head.

I always made others the center of attention because that was easier to do than dealing with the anxiety of being in focus.

Like every person on the planet, I have things I don't particularly like about myself certain habits, some features. But I'd always kept that to myself because it was all me. My problems. So why would anyone else care?

Jimin's words were acting like a barrier for my insecurities.

His concern made me feel as if flowers were blooming in my chest. Making it hard to breathe properly.

He must've felt it too because of the bond and smiled at me. Wiping my tear, he leaned down and kissed my forehead. Lips lingering a bit longer.

'Sleep, love. It has exhausted you. I can see it in your eyes.'

I comply, closing my eyes, breathing in sync with him.

I only have energy to mutter two words that I say while my face is buried in his shirt,
'Thank you.'

His arm tightens around me and I drift off.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep is that his arm was now curved over my hip and my right leg was hooked over his left.

And I had never felt more peaceful or safe.