Two Faced Justice

jimin

But mama I'm in love with a criminal

And this type of love isn't rational, it's physical

Mama please don't cry, I will be alright

All reason aside I just can't deny, I love the guy

Jimin's pov

|12th of February 2020|

"Yoongi! Hey Yoongi, look at me!" Jimin pleaded while holding the other man in his hands, shaking him desperately with trembling hands, spreading blood everywhere

Jimin was used to blood. He saw blood every day while dealing with all sorts of nasty, sometimes disgusting crimes. The sight of it was nothing new to him, yet this was the first time he was scared to see the dark liquid, covering his hands; the first time since his mother, anyway...

Jimin held Yoongi close to him, cradling his weak body in his embrace, whipping slightly for and back, begging Yoongi to stay awake; not to slip away from him. He had to stay awake, had to stay with Jimin. Jimin promised himself, to protect those dear to his heart; To never let anyone take them away from him.

Not again.

And Yoongi, Yoongi was strong. Yoongi would fight to stay with him.

Yoongi would never give up, right? He doesn't know how to give up.

Jimin looked at his trembling hands, covered in blood; it was such a dark color of red, dripping off of his fingers. It wasn't his blood. Each drop sliding down Jimin's hands, embracing Yoongi's pale, cold skin and painted his body in red; and it seemed as if it wasn't Yoongi's blood either.

Jimin didn't want it to be Yoongi's.

It was supposed to be Jimin's blood. Why wasn't it? His head was hurting, his heart was threatening to break out of his rib cage, and Jimin; Jimin was scared.

The unfamiliar emotion numbed his body, leaving him motionless.

This wasn't happening. It had to be a nightmare; Just a bad dream and Jimin would be waking up any moment now. Right?

"J-Jim...Jimin..." Yoongi's small voice brought Jimin back to reality. Yoongi coughed and tried to form a sentence, sounding raspy and almost inaudible.

His usually strong and convincing voice sounded so weak and quiet right now, it was almost unfamiliar to Jimin's ears. The voice Jimin never expected to sound this powerless, shaky, and frail. "You...you did-" Yoongi started the sentence. "...you- fuck." Yoongi suddenly coughed, spitting a mouthful of blood on the ground, covering his pale lips in dark red. "You did...great, Jimin. This is how it was supposed to be from the beginning. Don't...please...stop looking so sad." Yoongi broke into a faint smile, the blood dripping down the corners of his mouth. "It will be over soon."

Jimin believed in Yoongi's confidence, he always seemed so powerful to Jimin, almost unbreakable. Jimin hated him for that. How could something like this happen, then? Why was he bleeding in Jimin's arms? When did Yoongi become vulnerable?

"Yoongi." Jimin opened his mouth, lips trembling. "Y-Yoongi, don't close your eyes, it's okay, you are fine, Yoongi!" Jimin thought he was shouting, yet his voice was barely a shaky whisper; a plead.

Yoongi's eyes rolled back, his lids closing slowly, like a curtain falling down.

"Yoongi, what are you doing? Hey! No!" Jimin felt panic overcoming him. "Don't you dare die on me, Yoongi! No! Not you! It should've been me..." Jimin felt tears burning his angry, desperate eyes. "Don't you fucking dare leave me alone! Yoongi, look at me!" Jimin screamed, shaking Yoongi's body and let the tears unleash all over his cheeks.