"Can I stay at your place for the night?" She asked.

Jimin's eyes shot up at the unexpected request and he found himself at a loss for words.

"I-" he began but he cursed himself for looking up at that exact moment because he couldn't help but melt at the way she was eyeing him; with desperation and an undeniable need for him to say yes.

But he couldn't say yes. How could he when the only vacant room in his house was occupied by Taehyung. His mind started to write a few possible scenarios of helping her out only for her to help him with his writing but he forced himself to stay realistic.

Things like this only happened in stories and Jimin wasn't ready to whisk it all for a possibility that might not even come true in the long run.

"What did she say?" Yoongi asked looking from Jimin to Kazimir and back towards Jimin again, "You look like you've seen a ghost, hyung."

"Hyung?" Kazimir asked at the same time Jimin spoke.

"Okay," he said.

The walk from the hospital till Jimin's house was a silent one but Jimin could feel the loud conversations running through the head of the distracted girl beside him so he let her be.

Every step felt like an eternity of regret to him because he had no idea what he was getting himself into this time but he was done fighting the little war in his head.

The guns had already begun firing and he had no choice but hope not to get shot.

They reached their destination and Jimin walked further to unlock the door while Kazimir stood back and stared up at the house.

"You moved?" She asked.

"Huh?" Jimin asked looking up at what she was looking at, "No. My house has two different fronts, actually. The other door is on the other side and we have to walk around the whole neighborhood to get there." He explained.

"Oh. That's new." Kazimir noted walking to the unfamiliar door but she was grateful for getting the chance to avoid awful memories related to the door she was familiar with.

They walked into complete darkness and Jimin proceeded to turn on the lights one by one walking further into the living room and Kazimir could now see what he was talking about when she saw the other side of the house from where she stood. The couch she had fallen asleep on was at the far end.

She moved her eyes away and around but her feet stayed still. She didn't know where to walk from there or how to handle herself now that she was standing in the heart of the consequences of her impulsive decisions and words.

She hoped Jimin would offer her a place to at least sit down because a tight and heavy cloud settled above her eyelids and her limbs begged to be released from the task of holding her upright.

Even when Kazimir forgot that she had taken a shower earlier, her body never did.

She knew that if she so much as swayed even a little bit, she would be engulfed into an abyss that had been growing for years and had become big enough that it could swallow her whole.

Jimin came back to where she was but he too didn't know what to say. All he could do was either offer her the couch or his room but he wasn't sure if their relationship was at a point where lending her his bed was considered appropriate.

"Do you want some tea?" He asked to diffuse the awkwardness and Kazimir nodded without hesitation.

Jimin turned and walked to the kitchen area and Kazimir silently followed him and was pleasantly surprised to see a kitchen table in the middle of the room with few chairs around it.

She sat down while Jimin busied himself with preparing the tea. Kazimir looked at the mess of notebooks and pens sprawled around on the table surface with Jimin's laptop that was pushed at the far end of the table.

Jimin turned around to ask her how much sugar she wanted in her tea and he almost dropped the jar of teabags he was holding when he saw her staring at an open notebook.

He moved forward to launch for the notebook to close it but stopped himself before Kazimir could notice the mini heart attack he had just endured.

He reluctantly turned around all while Kazimir was too immersed in decoding the scrawls on the pages to notice anything. He told himself to let her read them in hopes that she would find something she liked in his writing or at best provide any type of feedback.

"What's all this? Are you studying for a test?" She asked.

"Not a test," he began, "Just trying to write."

"Write what?"

"Anything." He admitted.

Kazimir hummed in response and both fell silent. Jimin half expected her to be immersed in reading when he turned around again but he found her staring into space.

He was reminded suddenly of why she was there and it had nothing to do with him or his writing. He swallowed the bitter pill and made his way to her side with two mugs of tea, one in each hand, and sat beside her.

He decided to let her unload her baggage on his ears and maybe, just maybe he would be able to help her out before asking for help for himself.

"Is everything okay with you?" He asked placing the mug of the steaming liquid in front of her.

Kazimir enveloped her hands around the mug without a word. She found his question amusing because while she was trying to figure out if at that moment barely anything was okay with her and he had the guts to full-on ask if everything was okay.

"Not even close." She murmured, "Not even close."

Jimin went silent again and stared at her hands around the mug. He wondered how she was holding her hands around the ceramic for so long without the heat getting to her and burning through the skin.

"Try me," he said softly after a minute, taking her hands from around the mug in both of his and feeling just how warm they were alarmed him.

"Don't you feel pain?" He wondered aloud thinking back to the time a shard of glass was lodged in her flesh but she had barely noticed it.

She turned around to look at him and her eyes were dark, darker then Jimin had ever seen them, dark enough to convince Jimin the sparks he had seen a few times was solely his imagination playing tricks on him because being this close made him realize there was no place for them in her staring orbs right then.

"Why?" She asked.

Jimin was taken aback by the question and didn't know how to answer it.

Why was he asking her to let him in? The question was valid on her behalf but Jimin needed to search for a valid answer on his behalf.

"Because I want to know what's going on in your head that's so demanding of your attention that you barely feel physical pain. I've tried suppressing my curiosity about you but I can't help it anymore. You intrigue me."

Kazimir looked away and tried to pull her hands away too but Jimin tightened his grip on them. He knew he was probably crossing dangerous lines but since he had already given up on the mental war, he was ready to expect all sorts of casualties, even if they came at the cost of imposing his presence on her personal space.

"Jimin," she said and Jimin's heart shattered right there and then.

If fear had a voice then it would have been hers right then and Jimin didn't even know what was it that she was so scared of but he immediately let go of her hands and pulled her into a hug by enveloping his arms around her shoulders. He placed his hand at the back of her head and pushed it into his chest before his fingertips came in contact with her damp hair roots.

He sensed hesitancy in her tense body like she was resisting the hug but at the same time a faint sigh of relief escaped her lips and Jimin took that as a sign to tighten his hold even more so.

His cheeks flamed up but he ignored the heat and diverted all his attention towards the hot breaths hitting his exposed collar right where Kazimir's face rested and he instinctively moved his hand from the back of her head to the skin on the nape of her neck.

"You're burning up," he commented softly.

Kazimir hummed in response and when Jimin looked down at her, he saw she had closed her eyes. He didn't know what to do next so he continued holding her while she seemed to be slowly drifting off to sleep, just like that.

Jimin never had anyone fall asleep in his hold so he had no idea just how much heavier humans tended to be while asleep. Her rhythmic warm breathing hitting his skin and the rise and fall of her chest against his were both making him feel strange and overly attacked while the warmth wafting off of her was making him wonder whether it was a normal thing while sleeping or should he be alarmed.

He gently leaned back against his chair making sure not to make any sudden moves and accidentally wake her up and once he was somewhat comfortable, he decided to let her sleep in his embrace for as long as she needed to right then.

Time ticked away into an hour or maybe more and Jimin remained still, he could feel his feet and back going numb with every minute but he didn't dare move even the slightest bit. But when he thought he needed to move his hand, he was shocked to encounter damp skin.

He moved his head to look down at her properly only to see her forehead glistening with sweat and her hairline soaked in the perspiration.

His eyes went wide and he looked up and around as if he could see the temperature around him but the kitchen area was anything but too stuffy and warm. He realized something was really off and it wasn't just his inexperience and the weather.

He placed his free hand on her forehead to check her temperature but the tip of his middle finger touched the temple nerve and he felt her heartbeat drumming through it with an alarming pace.

He impulsively moved his hand away and cradled her jaw instead to get a better feel of the pulse through the jugular vein but it was like wherever he touched, he found something new to be alarmed about. And right then her jaw muscle was taut enough that Jimin could tell she was grinding her teeth in her sleep.

He contemplated whether to wake her up or let her be and finally decided to let her sleep because there was no known trouble that a little sleep couldn't make better. Sleep was always a good idea, at least she wasn't aware of all that was going on with her body, he thought.

He stilled again, removing his hand from her jaw and placing it back on his side but he kept looking down at her, staring even.

His eyes wandered from her forehead to the bridge of her nose and he subtly touched his own nose in a feeble attempt to compare them. He moved his fingertip along the bridge of his nose from top to bottom and over the tip and down over his philtrum until he reached his lip.

His finger remembered the way it slid over his nose and he did the same with hers, but he didn't let his fingertip touch her face. His finger hovered over the bridge and he moved it downwards and over the tip and down until he reached the lips.

He realized she had a longer bridge than his but their philtrum was roughly the same distance from the nose till the lips. He didn't know why that little insignificant piece of information gave him an undeniable sense of connection but it was like finding out he and his celebrity idol had the same favorite color.

He touched his fingertip to her jaw again and wondered what was it that she was seeing that was making her clench her jaw so bad and he gently placed his palm against her face and stroked the tense muscle with his thumb to try to relax it a little bit. Wrinkles formed on her forehead and her eyes moved under the closed lids and her even breathing hitched and Jimin was hit with a wave of irregular warm breaths on his skin.

He looked down and saw her hands slowly balling into fists and that's when he had enough and decided to shake her awake.

"Hey," he said softly, nudging her shoulders.

She whimpered burrowing her head deeper into the crook of his neck and Jimin didn't know how to deal with the sudden proximity so his only solution was to grab her by the shoulders and move her away from himself.

"Hey," he repeated much louder this time and Kazimir's eyes shot open.

Her eyes went wide like a deer caught in the headlights and she scrambled to make sense of her surroundings turning and looking around before her eyes locked with Jimin's again.

She looked down and her hands came up to touch her face at various places proceeding to do the same over her body as if she was inspecting herself to make sure she was intact.

"Are you okay?" Jimin asked leaning forward and moving her forgotten tea mug farther away from the table's edge because the way her limbs were flailing around made him think she might knock it over.

Her movements slowed down but one of her hands came to rest at the side of her face when she finally turned around to look at Jimin.

"My jaw, it-" she began and looked unsure, "Never mind. I am sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep like that. What time is it?"

Jimin realized he didn't know what time it was either so he looked at his phone's screen to check and was shocked to realize he had been holding her for four hours. He wondered why hadn't he fallen asleep but it wasn't a mystery at all. He was jittery because it was all too new for him.

"Uh- it's-" he began but Kazimir beat him to it by grabbing his phone and looking at the screen herself.

"It's late," she said looking up at him, "I need to get back home."

Jimin stared at her but it was like he was watching a movie in slow motion where the character slowly started remembering why she was where she was.

Her eyes slowly morphed from concern for being late to realization to remembering to fear and Jimin was yet again at a loss for words and thoughts.

"What's wrong at home?" He blurted out, "Is it Minho?" He asked forcing his mind to recall the name of the man he had witnessed hitting her once.

Kazimir stilled, absorbing his words, and her arms shot forward to pick up her phone from the table.

"I need to make a phone call," she said unlocking her phone with shaking fingers.

Her finger hovered over the call button and Jimin looked at the screen to see an unfamiliar number but he realized she was waiting for him to give her some privacy.

He sighed and got up but before leaving her by herself, he stopped at the doorway and turned to look at her.

"I'll be in my room if you need anything." He said and walked away reluctantly.

When Jimin was out of her sight, she put her phone down and got up. She walked to the kitchen sink to splatter some water on her face and wash away the sweat.

It was the second time she had a disturbing nightmare about Taehyung and she was grateful Jimin woke her up when he did but the fact remained that her head was messing with her emotions.

She placed her hands on the edge of the sink and let her thoughts align with her emotions.

Sex with Taehyung was amazing, she told herself, and as if on cue, a few hazy memories from the infamous night ignited her mind, reminding her how she was left craving more.

She cupped her face and sensed heat radiating off of her cheeks but she knew more of it was because she had a flare fever but either way, Taehyung lighting her up and the nightmares burning her down were making her uncomfortable in her skin.

She walked back to the table and picked up her phone and made her way to the living room and sat down on one of the couches.

Once she made herself comfortable on the couch, she pulled her legs up and hugged her knees against her chest. She waited for the faint sound of the movement behind her to die down to make sure Jimin had finally settled down in his bed before looking at her phone again.

The battery was dying and she wondered at what part of the conversation it would leave her stranded but she was willing to take the risk. Anything she wouldn't be able to say into the call she was about to make would become part of the many unsaid words she had accumulated in the past years, never making it out of her throat.

She pressed call and waited for Minho to answer and when he did on the very first ring, her heart dropped. Her finger almost pressed on the little red cross to hang up but she held her ground.

"Hello?" Minho said as a question.

"Minho," Kazimir began but her next words were pushed back with her pinky finger that found its way between her teeth.

"Where are you-"

"How much did you read?" She cut him off. Her eyes teared up and her teeth started nibbling on the skin around her nail now.

Minho sighed and for a second Kazimir thought he was going to deny it. That he would ask what was she talking about and Kazimir sat up suddenly thinking how it might not even have been Minho, and that she was overreacting over nothing.