A quiet evening walking through town unexpectedly turns into a dramatic incident that turns Jungkook's life upside down.
Amnesiac, unnamed and untamed girl finds her way into the young man's heart.
However with a dark past catching up to them, coun...
♡♡"You held my hand and let me in to the water You told me to go deeper but don't you drown Don't wanna think of all this time like its wasted So won't you get a little closer
You can hold my hand like you need it Keep my soul like you want it Hold my hand, stop wasting it all."♡♡
Hold my hand Isak Danielson
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Yoongi took a deep breath and pushed the door open. He slipped into the room and closed the door behind him.
When he turned around, all wind was knocked out of him, his heart seemed to have stopped and his eyes watered.
Jimin was there, lying in the bed with his eyes closed, pale as a corpse, with bruises and cuts all over and his left shoulder wrapped up in a good deal of bandage.
It shouldn't have been that way. Anger built up in his heart against the people who did this to him.
Yoongi sniffled and wiped the tears from his face, approaching the bed in slow quiet steps.
"Jiminie..."he murmured, heart aching.
His hand reached out, longing to hold it in his. His fingers brushed the skin of his hand and he flinched at how cold it was.
Gently he slipped them under his, taking ahold of his hand and keeping it in his.
He sat on the chair beside the bed and pulled it closer. His eyes roamed the younger's face, tracing the bruises on his cheekbone and jaw, the busted lip and the cut on his right eyebrow.
Clenching his jaw hard, Yoongi held his hand tighter but still gentle and felt the tears prick his eyes once more.
He suddenly felt a slight pressure on his own hand coming from the young man's fingers. Jimin stirred in his sleep.
"Yoongi hyung..."he murmured and the older man widened his eyes slightly, wondering if he'd heard right.
Slowly, Jimin's eyes peered open and he squinted at the light blinding him.
Shifting slightly, a painful moan escaped his lips as pain jolted in his left shoulder.
"Careful there, Jiminie "a very soft voice erupted from the side as a gentle hand stroked his forehead.
Turning his head to the side, Jimin gazed at Yoongi for a few seconds, wondering if this was still a dream or hopefully reality...Was he really safe somewhere with his beloved hyung?
Feeling his hand in a hold he closed his fingers on the hand, testing the reality of the situation.
Joy. He felt it. His hyung was really there, gazing at him fondly and with such gentleness, all his walls crumbled to the ground as tears brimmed his eyes and a whisper escaped his lips.
