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"Hyung!" Namjoon whined. "I had no idea, I'm sorry, I--"

"Hold the kid," Seokjin said abruptly, gently transferring Jimin into Namjoon's arms. Jimin raised an eyebrow, pulling away, and wobbled, almost falling as Seokjin advanced on a startled Yoongi, shoving his sleeves up over his elbows.

Namjoon steadied him, chuckling. "So you're Jimin-ssi?"

Jimin nodded, watching in concern as Seokjin grabbed the front of Yoongi's shirt and began to shake him. The alpha's head bounced back and forth, and when Seokjin let go to grab handfuls of Yoongi's soft black hair, Yoongi seemed dazed. "Does he beat him up a lot?" Jimin asked hesitantly, inching toward the two.

"Nah, just when he does something stupid." Namjoon slowly inched his hands away, leaving Jimin standing on his own. "I-- uh, I saw what happened through Jin. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Jimin said softly, twisting the hem of his sweater in both hands. Would Seokjin shake Yoongi's head off his shoulders? Would Yoongi even come over once he'd recovered? Should he run away?

"You know," Namjoon said, biting his lip. "They'll probably go on for a while. Want to sit down?"

Jimin shrugged.

At that exact moment, Seokjin stepped away from Yoongi, giving him one last punch on the shoulder, and gestured toward them. Yoongi looked over, and Jimin looked down, sucking in a breath.

"I promise he's not as stupid in real life," Namjoon muttered.

Jimin turned away, just slightly, as the group approached. Jungkook hung back, ears a bright shade of pink. Taehyung watched nervously, arms wrapped around his mate. Yoongi paused a few feet away, staring openly at Jimin.

"It's really you," he said softly.