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Shit, he swore he ran over a squirrels tail but he shrugged it off, it was still alive.
His mouth ran dry at the feeling of dread. Yoongi could possibly take this breakdown too harshly. He's seen one of Yoongi's worst breakdowns and it was terrifying to say the least.
"Fuck!" He slammed his fist on the steering wheel, a million thoughts of Yoongi possibly hurting himself racing through his mind.
Oh god, what if he was too late? Jimin pressed harder on the gas without thinking. What if Yoongi was dead? Jimin gulped hard and chewed on his bottom lip.
No, Yoongi was fine. Jin was there, he saw the older man running as if his life depended on it. He gulped and bit his lip so hard, he felt a metallic taste in his mouth.
Grimacing, he pressed harder on the gas. Praying, hoping, that everything was just fine...
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Three loud knocks was all Jimin could take as he twisted the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked.
He pushed it slowly, gulping at the eeriness until he heard yelling coming from upstairs. Locking the door behind him, Jimin made slow and uneasy steps towards the stairs.
He put a foot on the first step, flinching when it creaked. He gulped and slowly made his way upstairs, the yelling becoming louder and louder.
He heard two distinctive voices and one unrecognizable one. They all sounded desperate and fearful, something Jimin sure as hell didn't want to hear.
Standing right outside the door, Jimin could hear Jin and Yoongi yelling, along with the voice of a woman. He wasn't sure what was going on and was reluctant to see for himself.
Jimin shook his head. He couldn't do this, this wasn't his house to intrude into. He was just an Internet buddy. But... not anymore, he was Yoongi's friend. He is Yoongi's friend.
He wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, freezing once he heard a loud cry. Fuck, he swore he almost ripped the door off the hinges.
"Hyu-"
Yoongi was crying. He was hysterical, screaming about God knows what but what really made Jimin's blood run cold was the gun.
Pointed at his head.
He was frozen. Staring between Jin and another woman, Tiffany if he could recall. They were screaming all kinds of things at Yoongi yet everything sounded muffled to him.
No one noticed he was in the room until Yoongi's tearful gaze met his shocked ones. He let out a dark laugh.
"Glad you could be here, Jiminie. Just in time." His smile didn't look like one at all. It looked as if Yoongi was physically hurting.
"Yoongi, just calm down. We're here to help y-"
Yoongi's expression darkened as he tightened his grip on the gun, furiously wiping his tears away.
"Shut up! Just s-shut up, Jin. You don't know what it's like!" He screamed, closing his eyes with his finger tighter on the trigger.
