The Eight | A BTS Soulmate Fic |

Chapter 17

**ADULT CONTENT**

The next morning, the Warriors woke to a knock at the door. Hoseok opened it to find Sejin and Steve. The latter looked as if he hadn't gotten any sleep.

"How is she?" Asked Steve, looking over Hoseok's shoulder.

Namjoon, having put his pants on before Hoseok opened the door, answered,

"Resting. Her back is looking a lot better. She hasn't woken up yet, so we aren't sure about her throat yet."

Sejin spoke up, "I watched the video." he shook his head with shock and horror. "We need to take steps to ensure that never happens again. Do you know what led up to it?"

Before anyone could answer, there was another knock at the door. Hoseok opened it to find

Hyun Soo and the videographer, camera up and waiting. Hoseok's eyes popped open, anger radiating out. "NO." He stated firmly. "There is absolutely no way you are recording anything! NO!" Hyun Soo's hand landed on the door as Hoseok moved to close it in his face,

"Hoseok," cajole Hyun Soo, "We are just here to check on The Queen. Plus, it will be good to document these types of things for later."

Sejin put his hand on Namjoon's chest, holding him back while taking control of the situation, "Hyun Soo, now is not the time." As Hyun Soo tried to argue his point about documenting every important part of The Queen's journey back, The Muse moved her arm over her head trying to get away from the noise. Seokjin, still under the covers wrapped around his Queen, spoke up, "Gentlemen, I know this is an important conversation, but you all need to leave. She is not well, and needs her rest."

Everyone except Hyun Soo agreed with him, and made plans to meet in the suite to talk it over. Namjoon and Hoseok both kissed the Muse on the head and went with the other men, determined to protect her at all costs.

Seokjin wrapped his arms tighter around her and settled back down on his pillow.

"You know what would help her even more right now?" spoke a voice Seokjin wasn't expecting. Jerking up, he saw Min-Ho standing at the end of the bed.

"I don't like that you just pop in here whenever you feel like it." Seokjin told him pointedly.

"What you like is not my concern right now." said Min-Ho, "The damage was extensive. Sejong let his anger get a hold of him and she needs more than what you are giving her to heal well."

Seokjin gave an annoyed sigh. "Do tell. What should I do, oh wise one? And, while we are at it, why didn't you show up before it happened? Why didn't you help us prevent it?"

Min-Ho looked sad for a moment, "My powers are limited that way. Although some choices have been taken away, you still have free will in most areas of your lives.

What she needs now is physical intimacy. That is what will heal her. The touch of two Warriors went a long way in healing her. But physical intimacy, Warrior, is what will truly help her recover now."

"She's not conscious!" snapped Seokjin, "I will not disrespect her in such a way! I Refuse!"

Min-ho smirked 'Oh, Warrior. She will readily agree to it. She is conscious enough to know we are talking, and she will be able to answer easy questions. If you touch her with the intent of physical intimacy, Warrior, she will never refuse you." and once again, Min-Ho vanished.

Seokjin took a moment to consider what Min-Ho had said. Should he try it?

"Yeppeun?" he asked, running his hand from her shoulder down to her hand.