Parallel Lives (pjm ff) | unedited |

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FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL

Yoongi pov

I step into the house fumbling with my backpack and travel slings. I stumble into the kitchen area laying down the bags and things to hear the crash of glass from upstairs.

My head instinctively snap in the direction of yuan's room doubt creasing my features. I sigh and walk up the stairs half asleep to find her up sitting visibly uncomfortable in her position as her eyes roamed unfocused and breath a ragged mess.
A sharp breath sinks in my nostrils as I look down to the carpet where the glass had shattered or rather fallen shattered, her right hand lay limp to her side, out facing down with thick red liquid dripping to the mat. I race to her side turning to find her hand pierced and bloodied with broken pieces of glass sticking out of her torn flesh. Realisation strikes as I sum up everything that my eyes were witnessing.

She had crushed the glass in her hand as a panic attack struck. Just like old times. Shifting my attention back to her face, I could capture her features getting strained by the minute, her system finding it difficult to breath in the air around.

I simply palm her wounded hand, trying to transfer some heat to the now numb fingers that had turned cold due to the blood loss. With much precision I shake one of the largest pieces stuck to her veins pulling it out roughly. I get the desired reaction as she winces at the not so soft act pulling in her hand as a reflex.

"Yuan look at me, you're wounded, you need to breath." I dish out instructions as soon as I catch a shred of her attention. Searching her eyes, I wait for her to focus and make contact with mine as I murmur words of comfort and guidance.

"Yuan breath with me, I'll count honey." I act out the gestures to make her follow my breathing as I steady my anxiously racing heart to calm down along with her disturbed one.

Author pov :

"what was it that you saw?" Yoongi questioned out of concern as he tended to her wounds.

"the usual, the first time," she says nonchalance ringing in her voice unlike the ragged hoarse one that had whined for comfort just a while back.

"the club nig-"

"I'm not talking to you okay? I'm still angry from our last conversation. Night."

With that she snatched the band aid that Yoongi was almost done wrapping around her palm, tightening its ends haphazardly as she huddled herself deeper into the bed making sure she was well away from him. Yoongi couldn't help the smile that took over, looking at her childish self, he simply heaved a sigh leaving the talk for another time and dragged his tired self out of the room and down to the kitchen. He took a cold bottle of water from the refrigerator and gulped down its contents to a light silhouette entering his peripheral vision.

"Hyung," he calmly acknowledge Jin's presence checking the time on his wrist watch in a reflex. Jin was always the early bird, although Namjoon got up on time for his sessions and he, Yoongi slept like the dead most of the time, Jin made sure to be up and about with the chores, preparing breakfast if needed and keeping it ready by the time Yoongi awoke.

"Yoongi-ah!" He squeaked in his hoarse morning voice ruffling away his already dishevelled hair and walking up to the sink. Freshening up he turned facing Yoongi with a questioning look," the work is done, huh?" The latter nodded returning to the travel bags to get his stuff.

"Be back in fifteen minutes, i'll make toast?" Yoongi smile nodding in acceptance as he walked away into his room. Jin seemed ready to work the kitchen any time if any of them needed anything.