𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱 & 𝗣𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻 ✓

🖤🍷chap.17🍷🖤

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Yoongi came home crying.

Dohwan was about to go up to him but the door was slammed into his face. He blocked out everyone and went straight to his bedroom, crying into his pillow. Dohwan kept knocking on the door, begging Yoongi to open the door and tell him what's wrong.

Minho blames Hoseok, even though he doesn't know what's really going on. Yoongi just cries and cries, ignoring who's at his door, which is Dohwan and Minho. Minho was staying silent, having a hand on the doorframe.

"Yoongi! Please open up!" Dohwan begs.

"I-I hate you for making me go!" Yoongi yells. "I hate you! I hate you!"

"Yoongi, we know you don't mean that!" Dohwan says, brows curled. "Please open the door!"

"Dohwan." Minho softly placed a hand on his husband's shoulder. "Just leave him be."

"Honey, he's been coming home crying lately and he disappeared last night from meeting with Namjoon!"

"And I told you he was at Hoseok's."

"There's something going on with him! We can't keep leaving him alone!" Dohwan couldn't help to raise his voice. "We need to help him!"

"He's been in therapy, honey." Minho places a hand on the side of his face. "He just saw Namjoon again, it just broke him. It's okay."

Dohwan's brows curled. "But what if something happened to him when he met with Namjoon? What happened when he was with him?"

"We don't know, and it's fine that we don't. It's not our relationship or our problem. He'll be okay." Minho caresses his cheekbone.

Dohwan sighs. "I don't believe you."

"It's going to be okay." Minho pulls him into a soft hug, rubbing his back.

"Motherfucker!" Namjoon hits the punching bag, extremely hard that it hurts his wrist..the same one from when he punched the mirror in the past. "Fuck!" Namjoon moves away, waving his hand from the pain in his fingers.

A minute or so later, he saw blood going through his straps, afraid to move his pinkie and ring finger. He bit the inside of his cheek, carefully starting to unwrap his hand to see what caused his hand to bleed. Oh great. His coincidence was right.

"Fuck. Jackson." Namjoon spoke, sitting down on the bench that's near.

Jackson jogs up to him, leaving the bathroom and sitting down beside the taller. "What happened?"

Namjoon lifts up his wounded hand to him. "I fucked up my hand."

"What the hell? What did you do? How did that even happen?"

"Turns out those stupid fuckers didn't take out all of my stitches in the past. I hit the punching bag too hard that it opened up my scar." Namjoon complains. "God, I thought these were healed..."

Jackson gets up. "I'll call the ambulance."

"Don't." Namjoon grabs his arm to stop him. "Just drive me there. It's not that bad. It just started to hurt when I punched."

Jackson nods. "Okay. C'mon." He gets up from the bench, getting the taller to get up too. "Get in the car, I'll get all of our stuff."

"Okay. Don't forget anything."

"I won't." Jackson says, turning around and starting to grab their belongings.

Namjoon held onto his wrist as he walked out of the place, having the car keys hanging on his finger. He pressed the button to unlock the car, pulling open the car door. But he realized he pulled the car door open with his bad hand, immediately backing up to yell out a cuss word.

"Goddamnit!" He waves his hand from the pain. "Fuck, that hurt."

"Namjoon?"

"Go away for whoever you are." Namjoon says, looking at his hand to see the blood drip.

"It's Hoseok. We uh..used to be friends in school? I uh..I bullied the guy that you dated..."

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