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Jimin wasn't boasting when he said this to his fellow members, but he really wasn't afraid of many things. He would gladly offer to get rid of any weird looking bugs or spiders that Hoseok screamed about, he found thunder and lightning beautiful and would watch it on nights when Taehyung would cling to him under the covers, even being high up on planes didn't bother him (unlike Seokjin who ended up fainting once the plane set off, Jimin couldn't stop laughing at his poor hyung.) Let it be said that Jimin really isn't afraid of many things, and he was proud of himself for that. However, there was one tiny, little thing that he really, really couldn't handle.

Pitch black darkness.

Jimin didn't know why, he had no rational reason to be afraid of the dark. Yet, when he found himself in a room with next to no light, he'd begin to hyperventilate and his body would go tense and he would start shaking and his heart would feel like it was going to burst out of his chest, and he really didn't understand why, of all things to be afraid of, it had to be this. And, because Jimin was so proud of himself for not being afraid of anything else, he refused to tell his members. 

 

Which is why, on a freezing night in the middle of winter, when the whole dorm had a sudden out of the blue blackout powercut in the early hours of the morning, Jimin had locked himself up in the bathroom with a couple of candles next to him and shined his phone torch at any patches of darkness left in the tiny bathroom. His breathing was ragged, he couldn't stop shaking, and it took all of his willpower not to start crying and shout for one of the hyungs. 

Apparently, he had little willpower, and soon enough his body was shaking with quiet, choking sobs, and Jimin had to stuff his fist in his mouth to bite down so he wouldn't make any noise. He didn't know how long he was sat there, curled up on the tiled floor with his legs pulled up and head bowed between them, and soon enough the candles had stopped burning and his phone battery was low and he knew that if the power didn't come back on soon he'd be worse than he was. All he could do was try to calm himself down.

Breathe in.

It's okay.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

And out.

Again.

And again.

He repeated to himself that he would be okay, keeping his head between his knees, taking in sharp breaths. He doesn't know how long he repeated this, but was brought out of his trance when he heard the bathroom door slowly creak open, almost as if the person on the other end was afraid of what he would find. Jimin kept his head down and held his breath, in hopes that they would leave him be. Whoever it was, he didn't want them to see him like this. A wreck. It was far too quiet, but the door hadn't closed and Jimin refused to lift his head up. It was as if he was hyper-aware of every sound and slight movement, so when he heard the shuffling movement of not one pair of feet, but two, Jimin was terrified. Terrified that his members would make fun of him. Terrified that they'd tell the fans and he wouldn't be able to live it down. Terrified that they'd leave him here, a sobbing mess on the floor.

"Jimin-ah..." Hoseok's voice whispered, sounding incredibly close to Jimin and Jimin stopped sobbing. Hoseok's voice sounded like a mix of calm, sympathetic and tired. He didn't sound like he was going to make fun of Jimin. He sounded like he wanted to help. Yet Jimin remained still, not moving, he couldn't bring himself out of his position in fear of the darkness swallowing him up, in fear that the voice is a figment of his imagination. A pair of arms gently wrapped around Jimin's shoulders, treating him as though he were made of glass, and Jimin realised that the voice was not a figment of his imagination and he would be okay because it really was Hoseok. Jimin let out a breath he didn't realise he was holding and leaned into the embrace, eventually wrapping his own arms around the warmth of Hoseok. He still refused to look up, eyes still closed, sobs still racking through his body. The arms tightened around him, and Jimin breathed in the scent of Hoseok, the smell of his shampoo Hoseok had used as soon as they got home, and Jimin felt safe. Secure. Jimin heard another pair of feet pad towards them from the door, and was suddenly engulfed in another embrace.

Taehyung.

"Hyung you're okay, it's going to be okay," Taehyung whispered, stroking Jimin's back softly. Hoseok's hand moved to Jimin's hair and stroked gently, and Jimin had never felt more safe and at home in all his time of being in Bangtan.

"Jimin-ah, can you stand up? You should really come sleep in the room, you'll freeze in here," Hoseok asked, not moving out of the embrace. Jimin opened his mouth a few times, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything straight away. "Take a deep breath... good... and out again... good, that's so good Jimin, you're okay. Don't force yourself to talk if you can't," Hoseok whispered, placing a kiss to Jimin's forehead. Jimin took in another few deep breaths, encouraged by Hoseok's words and Taehyung's hands gently rubbing his back.

"I-I don't k-know if I c-can stand," Jimin managed to stutter out, blindly clinging on to Hoseok like he was an anchor keeping Jimin grounded. Like he'd disappear into dust if he let go. Jimin still kept his head down, eyes clamped shut.

"That's okay, do you want me to carry you? Don't worry about the dark, we have a couple of torches with us, it'll be okay Jimin-ah... trust us..." Hoseok whispered, and Jimin could see a flash of light from behind his eyelids. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and the small bathroom was illuminated by a couple of small torches, more light than the candles had given him and he didn't feel so scared any more. Jimin looked up into Hoseok's eyes and the elder smiled at him softly, pressing another chaste kiss to his forehead.

Taehyung stood up first, squeezing Jimin's shoulders reassuringly, and Jimin was surprised at this serious, calm side of Taehyung. Hoseok held Jimin's hands tightly, slowly standing up, pulling Jimin up with him. Jimin's legs didn't seem to want to cooperate, and he found himself falling into Hoseok's arms.

"I've got you," Hoseok almost laughed, smiling down at Jimin, before lifting Jimin up into his arms and holding him like one would a small child, and Jimin's arms instinctively wrapped around Hoseok's neck, legs wrapping around Hoseok's waist. Jimin looked up to see Taehyung smiling, before the younger stroked Jimin's hair affectionately, and leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Jimin's lips. Before Jimin could react, Taehyung put a finger to his lips.

"We're going back to the room, but the power isn't on yet, so you may want to hide your head or close your eyes. Just until we're back to the room, yeah?" Taehyung smiled, a smaller smile than his usual toothy smile, and Jimin buried his head in the gap between Hoseok's shoulder and neck. Hoseok's arms around him tightened slightly, and Jimin felt them moving out of the bathroom, heard them padding across to their shared room, heard Namjoon's snores, the rustling of a duvet, and Jimin felt safe. "I'm going to put you down now, okay? You may want to open your eyes though, we have a surprise." Hoseok whispered, before gently settling Jimin onto a mattress. Jimin opened his eyes and almost started crying right there.

The entire ceiling of their room was covered in glowing stars, ranging in sizes, but enough that the room itself was glowing under their light. It was enough that Jimin wasn't so afraid. He didn't realise he was crying again until Taehyung climbed onto the mattress with him, pulling him to lie down in Taehyung's arms. Hoseok clambered over the pair to the other side of Jimin and pulled the duvet over them. Along with Taehyung's embrace and the warmth of all three of them, Jeongguk and Namjoon's snores, Yoongi and Seokjin's small sniffles, and the stars on the ceiling, Jimin couldn't help let out a small sob. This was all too much for him and he couldn't believe he had doubted his own members. Of course they wouldn't make fun of him. Hoseok's arms wound around the younger pair, face pressed into Jimin's hair.

"Why are you crying, Jimin-ah?" Hoseok whispered, pulling him closer. "Don't cry Jimin-ah, talk to us."

"You did all this for me?"

"Of course, you're our Jiminie, our special, special Jiminie. We can't have you getting no sleep because of your fears.” Taehyung whispered back, followed by an especially loud, earth shattering snore from Namjoon, almost making Jimin laugh, despite the current situation.

“But… h-how did you know?” Jimin asked nervously, sniffling a little bit. He’d stopped crying now, and he was feeling so exhausted and being in the pair’s warm embrace was making him feel drowsy.

“Namjoonie said he heard you talking to your parents one time about it, you were saying how you had it ‘under control’, which is why he didn’t talk to you about it. I guess he figured that if you were okay he should just leave you to it and not make you uncomfortable. But… if it made you like this… you know you could have come and spoken to us right?” Hoseok whispered, his breath tickling the back of Jimin’s neck. All Jimin could do was nod and shuffle back, closer to Hoseok’s warmth. Jimin knew he could talk to the members, they were his brothers, his family, yet the fear of being made fun of overrode his rational thinking.

“Just sleep, Jiminie, we won’t talk about it if you don’t want to, okay?” Taehyung smiled, leaning in, kissing Jimin softly. “I love you Jiminie, don’t scare me like that again.”

“Yah, kids, go to sleep now. We have plenty of time for kissing tomorrow.” Hoseok muttered sleepily, voice muffled by Jimin’s hair, but his reply made Jimin blush. Not too long later, Jimin was lulled to sleep by the even breaths of Hoseok and the warm arms around him, and it was the best nights sleep he’d ever had.

 

Jimin woke up a few hours later to find Hoseok’s lips on his neck, the elder still asleep and his breaths warm on his neck. Taehyung was spread across the pair of them, with one hand clasped with Hoseok’s, muttering in his sleep and Jimin couldn’t help but smile and savour the moment.

Until, that is, Yoongi broke the blissful silence, almost yelling, “What the fuck are those fucking stars on the ceiling?” Jimin stifled a laugh as he heard Yoongi pad over to the trio, and heard Yoongi curse under his breath. “Yah! Kim Taehyung! What the fuck do you think you’re doing putting fucking glow in the dark stars on our ceiling? What are you, like, five years old?”

Taehyung turned over, half awake, swatting blindly in the general direction of Yoongi, while saying sleepily, “Jiminie needs them, hyung.” With that, he turned over, snuggling in closer to Jimin.

“Yoongi-hyung, what are you yelling about now?” Namjoon grumbled.

“Taehyung stuck these fucking stars on the ceiling. And someone left burnt candles in the bathroom. I didn’t know we lived with children,” Yoongi said half yelling. Jimin watched Namjoon from his bed, watched his hyung look at the stars, then to Jimin curled between Hoseok and Taehyung, and they shared a knowing smile.

“Leave them alone, hyung, the stars are cute,” Namjoon said with a laugh, before stretching and stumbling in the direction of the kitchen. Jimin looked up and caught Yoongi’s gaze for the first time since he woke up, and the elder just rolled his eyes and muttered something about the members being fucking crazy before following the steps of Namjoon. And with that, Jimin burrowed closer to Taehyung’s chest, the younger’s arms instinctively pulling Jimin and Hoseok closer, and Jimin fell asleep with a smile on his face, knowing that he would be safe from the darkness at least with his two own personal stars.