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Jimin ran down the airbridge, trying to catch up with the other members. Their latest tour had just ended, and as ARMY descended into post-concert depression, the BTS members were eager to catch up on their sleep.
Jimin had fallen asleep on the flight back to Seoul, making him be the last member off the plane. The others didn't miss this chance to tease him.
"Jimin Jimined today." Namjoon said to Hoseok who immediately cracked up.
Tae took pity on the mochi and decided to fall back to walk beside him. Jimin relished his company. No wonder they were best friends.
"Good sleep?" Tae asked.
Jimin smiled. "Yes."
Tae nodded, slinging his arm around Jimin's shoulders.
They were nearing the end of the privacy screen. Behind it, hundreds of fans waited to catch a glance of them. Jimin considered it to be a form of flattery that so many people came just to see them. They couldn't be all that beautiful right?
Tae slipped his arm off Jimin when they stepped out into public or else millions of fansites would crash from a Vmin overload.
Screams attacked their ears as people saw Jimin and Tae.
"Taehyung!"
"Jiminie!"
"Kim Taehyung, you're mine!" A sudden loud voice screamed too close for Jimin's comfort.
Suddenly, the mochi caught sight of her. Her arms were reaching out, only inches away from Tae's body. The second maknae hadn't noticed her yet because he was too busy looking at all the signs on the other side.
"Get your hands off of him!" Jimin yelled.
Tae turned around in confusion and she took her chance. Reaching closer to Tae's face, Jimin could hear his fellow 95 liner start gasping.
"I said, get your hands off of him!" Jimin yelled again. He tried to push her away but she pushed him back harder - into the other crowd.
Screams echoed from the crowd. Jimin looked around him in a panic and all he could see were people's legs and feet. He could distantly hear Tae's deep voice calling his name over and over.
Jimin tried to stand up, but somebody stepped on his arm. He heard a loud crack and his arm suddenly went numb.
"Jimin oppa!" Another fan spotted him. The mochi was terrified that she would also turn out to be a saesang, but to his great relief, she crouched down next to him and helped him get to his feet.
They were in the middle of the crowd. People mingled freely around them, some of them still screaming and waving BTS signs around. Jimin made sure to look down so none of the other fans would notice him.
"Jimin!" Taehyung's voice rang out from in front of them.
The mochi wanted to wave, somehow let his friend know that he was alive and well. But he knew that if he yelled for Taehyung, then another ten people would start yelling for him.
The fan that had helped him up had disappeared into the crowd somewhere. Jimin kept bumping into random people, shoulders hitting, arms brushing past. It didn't help that the mochi couldn't really move his arm at all. His arm was also swelling up badly.
Tae walked around in circles in alarm, desperately calling out Jimin's name over and over again. People were yelling and snapping photos too loudly for him to hear if the mochi was replying back to him or not. Up ahead, he could see the managers and other members turning around to look back at the scene he had caused. They started running back.
"Jimin!" Tae yelled again and again.
"Sorry..." the mochi mumbled under his breath as he walked into yet another person. He couldn't really think straight - his arm hurt too much. Well, someone had walked on it, wouldn't it hurt?
A loud camera flash made his eyelids flutter. He blinked, trying to get the white burst of light out of his vision.
"Jimin oppa!"
They had spotted him. Within seconds, fangirls surrounded him, some of them screaming, taking pictures and reaching out for him. One girl tried to touch his face and Jimin started panicking. He had no more personal space, and was able to feel all their sweaty bodies pressing against him. The claustrophobia was getting to him and before long, he started to feel faint.
Tae whirled around when he heard a bunch of screams and yells. He strained his eyes to look through the crowd. All he could see were fans, until he spotted hair in a very distinct shade of brown. It was Jimin.
He pushed through the crowd, people moving aside for him as he walked closer to where he had seen the mochi. The other members and their managers stood on the side, but there were already people starting to crowd them. What the members had done to deserve such clingy saesangs, Tae didn't know. Deep down in his heart, he hoped that not all their fans were like this.
"Jiminie!" Tae used a nickname for the mochi, concern overtaking him as he pushed past more people.
"Tae!"
The second maknae caught sight of Jimin's face for the first time, and he was taken aback by how scared the mochi looked. His small crescent-shaped eyes were filled with fear, silently begging Tae to come and save him from this crowd of screaming people who were only interested in touching him.
When Tae got himself close enough to grab Jimin, he grasped his arm and pulled him closer to himself. He didn't miss the way the mochi cried out, his face twisting in pain. With an arm around him, Tae managed to whip Jimin around and run back to the main waiting place in the middle. The mochi kept whimpering, but he ran faster than Tae. Jimin was terrified of getting touched again.
"Jimin!" Jin screamed over the throng of the crowd.
Security guards came running down the airport, but none of the members batted an eyelid. The guards were just a fraction to late. Namjoon looked angry and Yoongi had placed an arm around him to calm him down.
Tae used himself to shield Jimin from the crowd. The mochi was still shaking, tears starting to form in his eyes.
"Hey Chimmy, I got you. Don't worry." Tae whispered encouragingly as he led Jimin over to the other members. The security guards barricaded them from the crowd.
The mochi nodded. His eyes burned with tears. Strong stabs came from his right arm and he whimpered louder.
"Jimin!" Hoseok approached them with wide eyes. "Your arm!"
The mochi didn't reply and only brought his good arm to rest over his broken one protectively.
Sejin ruffled Jimin's hair and he stepped back in shock when the mochi flinched, his eyes widening in fear.
The members walked quickly through the airport to the arrivals hall. Their luggage were the only ones still at the belt, so they didn't have to wait very long. Yoongi wheeled the cart along to the waiting figure of Hobeum, who had come to pick them up.
"We need to take Jimin to the hospital. I think he broke his arm." Hoseok whispered to the manager.
Hobeum didn't look surprised, and nodded at both Jimin and Hoseok for reassurance. "Don't worry, everything's going to be alright. Jimin is going to be alright."
The mochi seemed to only trust Tae touching him, so the second maknae made sure he sat beside him. Tae cradled him during the whole car ride, only stopping to make sure that he wasn't hurting the mochi.
They arrived at the hospital fairly quickly and Jimin was taken from them all over again. It hurt all of them to see the mochi start wailing at the top of his lungs, but Jimin needed the treatment for his arm.
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Jin rushed to see the mochi after he stepped out, arm in cast. The only thing that the eldest could offer was a small smile and an one-sided hug that Jimin didn't reject. The panicked look in the mochi's face had faded, but the scars from it still remained. Jimin still was on high-alert.
"Jiminie, we're going home now, don't worry."
Jimin nodded. He caught Tae's gaze and smiled softly. The second maknae looked worried, but when Jimin smiled, he smiled back almost immediately.
"We're going home Chim! Race you to the car!"
The others watched as the two 95 liners sprinted out of the waiting room. Hoseok was the first to start giggling and soon all the others were laughing.
The two were already sitting in the car with Hobeum when the others sauntered over.
"I won!" Jimin bragged in a loud voice to Namjoon.
The leader raised his eyebrows but he looked sincerely happy. His eyes were sparkling.
Tae grinned mischievously. "That's only because I let you win."
"Yeah?" Jimin scrunched his nose cutely while waving his good arm in front of his face.
"But that's fine," Tae continued and Jimin looked at him in surprise. "You deserved to win today. And also because you always lose because you have short legs."
The mochi giggled and looked away.
But the others all knew that both of them were more flustered by each other than ever.