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Jimin pov 
"no!"  Taehyung said incredulously, shaking his head.
 "No, I won't let you go to that loser. You're Mine Jimin. You have always have been."
 Jimin shook his head.
 "Not anymore," said he, and finally mustered his energy to push in front of him, he clicked the lock to open it and forced his body out of the door, and walked crookedly as he made his way to the bathroom exit.
 "Wait, wait, Jimin, I'm sorry, please don't leave, please don't leave me..." Tae begged, looking more desperate than Jimin had heard before.
 For a second, Jimin turned around and looked at him, seeing Tae in his truest, most sincere form, pathetic.
 He shrugged and smiled.
 "Too late, Tae. Too late," he said before stumbling outside the door.
 "Jungkook!"  
He screamed as he cut through the crowd and headed to the stage where he saw the man of his dreams grab a microphone and look out over the crowd.  
"Jungkook, I'm here!"
 " Baby!"  Jungkook shouted again as soon as he saw him, put the micro-phone on the stage and ran through the crowd, past several passersby until he reached Jimin.
 "Jimin, I-"
 "Shut up," Jimin said, leaning his mouth against Jungkook's face, picking up his cheek, chin and jawline before finally squeezing his lips.
 "Hey," Jungkook said as he pulled away, rubbing his fingers on the side of Jimin's neck.
 "Are you okay? You seem kinda sick."
 "Jungkookie," Jimin said, grabbing the front of Kookie's shirt, pulling him as close to his face as possible so he could whisper in his ear.
 "I took a lot of pills. I'm sorry. I think I'm going to vomit."
 Jungkook smiled and nodded, rubbing the back of Jimin's head before heading in the general direction of the bathrooms.
 "I'll take care of you. I promise."
 "I  spoiled your big confession moment," Jimin murmured as they stumbled toward the bathroom, passing a desperate Tahyung on their way.
 "You didn't spoil anything," Jungkook said, squeezing his arms around Jimin's waist as they entered the bathroom, pushing Jimin into the stall.
 Jimin couldn't answer at first, his whole body was convulsing as he bent over and released the contents of his stomach into the toilet.
 "Fuck!"  He screamed as he spit out various bitter-tasting liquids from his mouth.
 Jungkook softly rubbed Jimin's back and neck, leaning over to press the back of his head.
 "That's it. That's it. Good boy. I got it. You'll be fine. You'll be fine."
 And even as he collapsed on the bath-room stall, breathing rough, wiping his wet mouth in some toilet paper, he had to admit.
 He had never believed that things would be so good as he had done in this terrifying, painful, and glorious moment.
 Jungkook was with him.
 He chose Jimin, even in his worst, ugliest, sickest form.
 That's all that matters.

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