Friends Or Lovers?

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~Yoongi's POV~

"Namjoon!"

He blacked out. Fuck. Of course this has to happen now. Just my fucking luck.

Surprisingly I manage to get him onto his bed with not much struggle. I go to the bathroom to see if there is a med kit anywhere. I find one which makes me real ease a sigh of relief.

I walk over to the bed and gently pull the sleeves up from Namjoon's shirt. His arms are bleeding through the gauze, as carefully as possible I try to take it off. Hopefully he doesn't feel anything. Once I take off the gauze from one of his arms guilt takes over me. I scan up and down his arm, there's too many cuts for me to count, and each one is either bleeding too much or slightly healed.

"Why would you do this to yourself?..." I stop my moping and open the med kit and take out some ointment and a new roll of gauze. Before I do anything else I go back to the bathroom and grab a small towel and dab it up with water. I walk over and sit down by his side while I carefully run the towel over the cuts that were bleeding.

Just as I finish doing that I grab the ointment and but it on his arm. He flinched. But it wasn't a hard flinch, but you can tell. I guess it didn't hurt him that much?

I sigh to my self while I continue treating his arm. I still have to do his other one. As I'm doing this, I continue to wonder why he did what he did. He had so many other options and ways to deal with whatever problems he has yet he decided to do this.

Just as I wrap his arm in fresh gauze, he wakes up. I stop for a moment.

"Namjoon-ah...how are you feeling?..." no response, I sigh again.

"I'm worried about you..." I go back to wrapping his arm in the gauze. He flinched again.

"Ow...that hurts.." I look at him.

"Since you can talk...can you answer my question?..please?..." he looks away. This time, I see no emotion on his face. No sense of embarrassment, shyness or even sadness. His face is just..blank.

"I....told you already...didn't I?..." I finish wrapping his arm in gauze before I begin working on the other arm.

"You did..but I wanted to know what drove you to that state. Of hating yourself.." silence.

I hate when it's quiet.

Just tell me why.

Please..

"Our...manager.." I look at him, confused.

"What about him?..."

"He...he says I'm worthless.....and that..I'm just bringing the rest of you guys down...." I can tell from his face that he wants to cry, and if I'm being honest..I do too.

"Did he say anything else?.." Namjoon stays quiet for a few seconds before responding.

"He told me.....to kill myself..." Thos words struck me hard. It makes me forget that I'm treating his wounds yet I get the urge to keep my eyes on him. He looks at me. His eyes are puffy and tears are streaming down his face, he looks terrified and scared.

Seeing him look like that overflows me with guilt. I am definitely going to need to talk to this "manager" of ours.

"You know what makes me happy about this whole situation?.." he tilts his head at me and shakes his head as if wanting to know why.

"You didn't listen to the last thing he said. If you did, you wouldn't be here...it makes me happy knowing that your still alive and that we are able to fix things.." I finish treating his other arm but just as I am about to put the stuff away I feel the warmth of his body on mine.