Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN

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TW// assault

Taehyung visited another two times over the following hours, both to top up his medication before the pain became unbearable again. There was little to no communication during either one and the dancer didn't move from his spot on the carpet except to grab the pills after he was certain the other had left. The change in his demeanour was very noticeable, whilst he still startled at every tiny sound and movement, not letting anyone within a metre of himself, his previous unwillingness to sit around and give his body time to rest had vanished. He didn't have the energy to get up any more frequently than he had to.

Utterly defeated, Jimin stared at the blank screen of his phone, opening it up to reveal his most recent draft of a message to Jieun. He thought sending a text would be easier than calling, not hearing her voice would surely make it easier to lie, but he was wrong. He pressed his thumb to the backspace key, watching the words he had spent the past half an hour writing disappear. That was the twenty-seventh time he had done that, each text erased before he had the guts to send it, and his sister remained ignorant of every single word.

A tentative knock on the doorframe made the ravenette flinch, dropping the device into his lap when he spotted Seokjin standing in the doorway. The elder wasn't holding a packet of pills, which confused him, and he waited for an explanation, noticing gratefully that he had made sure to keep space between them.

"Taehyung had to go somewhere," he stated, the information appearing to agitate him more than he was trying to let on, "He'll be out until much later so, if it's okay, I'll bring the next dose of tramadol unless you'd rather I leave it here for you to sort out."

Shrugging noncommittally, Jimin mumbled that he didn't mind either way as long as it wasn't going to bother anyone. He hated people having to care for him even when he knew he needed it, there was a certain comfort that came with not having to rely on anyone. It meant that he was in control of his life, which was something he rarely had the opportunity to experience in his field of work.

After a moment, the elder decided it was best if he sorted it out as he wasn't busy and the younger didn't need the responsibility of dealing with his own medication, regardless of how much he claimed otherwise. With this in mind, he departed, sending the other a brief smile.

Alone once again, Jimin tried to figure out why Taehyung might have needed to go. Where or what was so important that he hadn't found the time to come and tell him he was leaving in person? It wasn't that he really expected him to, he just thought that it would have made more sense. All the reasons the dancer came up with were progressively becoming more and more unsettling, each one resulting in the brunette getting hurt or dying. 

Shaking his head to get rid of the horrid images, he laughed at himself for worrying about the other when he was the one painted black and blue with bruises. He was concerned about someone who could clearly take care of himself; there was no doubt about that, seeing as he had held a gun to his father's side and threatened to 'decorate the room with his blood' without batting an eyelid.

It bothered the ravenette more that he was getting worked up over a man he had known for just two weeks. His fingers tightened their hold around the waistline of his trousers, making him remember that they didn't even belong to him.

Ignoring the fluttering in his stomach, he raised the t-shirt slightly and sniffed the fabric, inhaling the scent of the elder's cologne. Jimin mentally smacked himself when he realised what he was doing, actually slapping himself once he had let go of the top, which he deeply regretted. A not-so-dull ache formed on his thigh, courtesy of his own hand, and he wished the next lot of pain medication would come soon.

He checked the time, sighing at the fact that only two hours had passed, meaning he would have to wait at least another hour until it was safe to take more. If there was an award for doing stupid things without thinking, he would be the winner, no questions asked.