Instinctively, Jimin tried to block him. The pain was intense. Jimin screamed, hands flying to his head as his knees buckled. It was only Seokjin's arms that kept him up, pulling him closer and closer until his cries were muffled in the other omega's sweater.

"I'm going to punch Yoongi," Seokjin said, over and over. "That idiot. That idiot!"

"Jimin, what's going on? Please, answer me!"

Jimin let out a sob. Pain exploded in the back of his head, and he blacked out, only to find himself lying on the couch, panting, hands pressed to his forehead. Seokjin knelt beside him, cursing.

"Jimin!"

Jimin let out a strangled moan, tears seeping out of his eyes. How was Yoongi breaking through? Why wouldn't the pain go away? Was it his pills? Was it stress? Was it fear? He didn't know. He didn't know, but the same presence that had helped him so much before now hurt him, scared him.

"Seokjin-hyung," Jimin moaned. "it hurts..."

"Shh," Jin moved closer, running his hands through Jimin's hair. "It's gonna be okay. I know it hurts now, but it's gonna be okay. Your dose should be out in a minute or two, you're going to be alright--"

"Want it to stop," Jimin gasped as a particularly sharp pain erupted in his head. "Make it stop, please, make it stop--"

"I know, bud, I know. Yoongi's a jerk, I'm punching him so hard when I see him, but you need to calm down, okay? Breathe. The meds will wear off."

"I j-just want it to stop," Jimin said.

Seokjin sighed. "Running away isn't the way to do that, chim."

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Jimin cried, tears blurring his vision. "He won't leave me alone. He's going to reject me. He's going to hurt me."

"No, no, no, Yoongi would never want to hurt you." Seokjin carded his fingers through Jimin's hair. "It's going to be okay, chim. Just trust me. We can work this out."

"I don't want it to hurt anymore," Jimin whimpered.

"It won't," Seokjin promised. "Not once I'm through with him."