"It wasn't my fault Jimin, DO YOU KNOW WHAT I FUCKING WENT THROUGH TO GET ME TO DRINK THAT MUCH?"
Jimin inhaled loudly while shaking from frustration with piercing red eyes, "you fucking piece of scum really think you can get away with it like every time!" Jimin tightened his grip on Namjoon's shirt as he pulled him closer so that he's talking into his ear, "if I were you, I'd rather go die than wait and see what'll happen by those hands of mine"
Yoongi was wondering what Jimin would do if it wasn't for him using all his strength to pull him back, he imagined Jimin would really kill Namjoon then and there without a second thought.
Jimin let out a disgusted spit that fell right onto Namjoon's face as he proceeded to go back to his seat. "Drop this dipshit at his apartment, I'm not taking extra trash into my house" Jimin hissed with such resentment in his voice that made Yoongi shiver.
Out of fear, Yoongi stepped on the gas and sped off.
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Namjoon opened the car door when they reached his familiar apartment he shared with the one he loved. It held so many of his best memories yet his worst were also creeping deep inside. He was brought back to reality by a familiar infuriated voice, "Need an invite?", to that Namjoon walked out of the car and barely closed the door. God knows how much he doesn't want to step any further.
He stood there as he watched Jimin's car instantly drive off into the dark. Sighing, he dragged himself into the apartment complex. He felt like a child being dragged to the dentist, his thoughts of turning back and running away were very tempting at this point.
After what felt like forever, he finally reached the elevator. He raised up his hands and pressed on the designated floor. Leaning back on the elevator walls with a tremendous amount of exhaustion, he noticed red spots near the corner. He slouched down to inspect what it was, and to his misfortune, it was blood, which he could only assume was his boyfriend's.
Namjoon fell onto the floor eyes wide open in disbelief as he shook on the floor. The sound of the elevator ringing snapped him out of his trance and he instantly crawled out of the elevator. Anyone seeing him would call him a maniac acting like that.
He ran to his apartment door and fished for the keys while shivering in fear. He kept on looking around for someone watching like he's trying to escape murder. Namjoon had almost lost his mind after seeing Jin's blood splattered all over the elevator's corners.
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Namjoon looked around what looked like a robbery that broke out in his apartment. He saw a wrecked chair with bloodstains, whiskey bottles shattered on the floor and other distorted pieces of furniture. His vision became blurry as he caressed the broken memories that were now buried into every inch of his apartment.
Namjoon left the living room and walked past more broken glass till he reached the bedroom, which looked like a murder scene right out of a horror movie. The bedsheets were tangled together, all furniture moved from their designated places, Namjoon found his favourite vase that he got Jin on their anniversary as now pieces of unrecognisable shapes on the floor. But what really caught Namjoon's attention wasn't the vase, it was Jin's ripped t-shirt laying helplessly on the bed.
He hesitantly walked closer to inspect the t-shirt, it was Jin's pastel pink oversized t-shirt, his favourite in fact. Namjoon bought it for him a year ago because he loved the colour so much on Jin. He took the t-shirt and collapsed onto the floor taking in the scent of his now hospitalized boyfriend. Namjoon broke down at the thought of how much Jin went through that night, how much struggle had to happened to cause so much destruction.
He laid on the cold tiles hugging his boyfriend's t-shirt for a couple more minutes until his eyes shot wide open.
"Oh no...J-Jin", Namjoon whispered.
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Yoongi and Jimin have been sitting silently on the couch. Jimin's house felt duller than it usually does, suffocating Yoongi even further. He took a quick look at Jimin yet saw nothing but an angry lethal bomb that would but anytime. Yoongi though, would rather have the bomb defused than burst, and so he laid a hand gently over Jimin's.
Jimin looked up at Yoongi, a new feeling gushing over him. He stared at Yoongi with a vision that kept getting more blurred with every passing second. His boyfriend caught up and embraced him tight enough for Jimin to crack.
Loud cries echoed through the house as well as Yoongi's soothing words. "How c-could he hurt h-him so much Y-yoongi?", Jimin stuttered.
"He's a douchebag, my love, you're safe right now"
"Jin Hyung m-must've gone through so much till h-he reached ER"
Yoongi nodded, "he sure seemed like it"
Jimin freed himself from Yoongi's hold and stared at him, "W-will you ever do something like t-that to me?"
Yoongi cupped his lover's face, "I'd throw myself off the highest cliff a thousand times before laying a finger on you my love."
Jimin nodded with no emotion and practically threw his body onto Yoongi's. Big pale cold hands wrapped around Jimin as he drifted off to sleep. It was an extremely exhausting day after all.
Yoongi kept a steady hold on his boyfriend while staring into the empty white roof. what if he wasn't there? what would Jimin do? would he kill Namjoon? would he have his attack? would he even be here?
At that thought, Yoongi squeezed Jimin's arms till his knuckles turned white, on which Jimin shifted uncomfortably in his sleep. Yoongi realised what he'd done, and almost instantly removed his hands.
Few minutes passed and Yoongi felt his lower half numbing. He gently held Jimin in his arms bridal style and walked slowly to his room. He laid Jimin in bed as if he's laying a fragile glass ready to break at any moment and when he made sure Jimin was resting comfortably, he plopped down beside him for a good night's rest.
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2:34 a.m
Jimin's phone echoed through the room as it rang continuously. Yoongi was the first to awake from the tediously loud phone. "for fucks sake if it's some dumbass-", Yoongi picked up the phone.
[Jin Hyungie]
Yoongi answered the phone reluctantly, "Hello?"
"Jimin, It's Namjoon! P-please save him", Jin cried through the phone.
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