ᴼᵁᴿ ᵀᴵᶜᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᵀᴵᴹᴱ~|ᴴʸᵁᴺᴸᴵˣ~|

62

"HYUNJIN!"

The yelling voice surely didn't come just from a single person. There were two voices that spoke together and called for Hyunjin's name.

When Hyunjin sluggishly turned around, he emitted a weak scoff, recognizing who those people were that barged into his house.

"FUCK, MINHO! TAKE THE BLADE OFF HIS HAND!"

It was his two oldest hyungs, Bang Chan and Lee Minho. They were holding plastic bags that contained food containers but it was now left and forgotten on the floor as they rushed towards the bloody Hyunjin.

His forehead has a bump and was slightly deformed — it has an open cut with blood trickling down to his nose bridge. And the hand where the blade was being held, its wrist contains slits and his blood dressed up as his arm sleeve. His brown shirt got stained and splattered by the red liquid as well.

He looks like he just finished murdering somebody.

"HYUNJIN, WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS AGAIN?!" Chan frantically cupped Hyunjin's cheeks and made the younger look at him after Minho successfully took the blade out of Hyunjin's hand. When he noticed the deep cuts on his poor friend's wrist, he hissed and tried his best holding back pity tears. "Fucking– ... Minho, get his first-aid kit. He has three cuts in his wrist." Minho nodded and bolted to Hyunjin's bathroom.

"Hyunjin. Hey! Hey!" Chan lightly taps Hyunjin's cheeks when he noticed his friend's eyelids growing heavier and was about to shut. "Hwang Hyunjin, are you with us? Can you hear me?"

"S-Sorry." Hyunjin whispered that it was beyond audible if Chan wasn't close enough to hear it.

However, that sorry didn't give Chan any definite context from all these messy occurrences. "What?"

"Yongbok." Hyunjin mumbles once again.

"What? What happened to Yongbok? What does he have to do with this? Did you guys quarrel?" Chan waited for a response but no answer was given back, Hyunjin simply kept on chanting the same words over and over.

Minho then came back with a first-aid kit in his hand. The two immediately get to work on cleaning the wounds and treat it carefully as they can before wrapping it up.

"These bandages and gauzes wouldn't hold for long. We're gonna need to bring him to the hospital. This time, no fucking exception." Minho mutters, his tone implies sureness and definiteness.

Before, whenever Hyunjin goes ballistic and proceeds on committing the same thing he just did today, his friends always complies to him when he says he didn't want to be brought to the hospital even though he almost had 50/50 incidents.

But this time, no more of that bullshit. Minho didn't care if Hyunjin would get even madder at him. He wanted him alive and the safest option for that route is hospital care.

Agreeing, Chan carried Hyunjin with the help of Minho to his car. Chan was the one to drive while Minho stayed with Hyunjin in the backseat, making sure nothing bad will happen while they're in the middle of the drive.

"Yongbok..... I'm sorry." Hyunjin started muttering odd phrases again. "Sorry." "Yongbok." It was badly concerning the two older friends.

"Hyunjin, hey don't fucking sleep, man. Don't fucking close your eyes."

"Just stay with us, bud. We'll take you to the hospital." Minho slaps Hyunjin's cheeks when the latter almost shuts his eyelids. Thankfully, Hyunjin was fighting too.

‘Wait...why am I even fighting?

Isn't this what I wanted ever since? Isn't this what I always pray for to happen? Isn't this the miracle I've always desired to occur in my life?