hold me tight + yoonmin

five

×taehyung

i know what he did to jimin. i could hear. i would have saved jimin but if i tried to, he would have killed him. i watched from across the hallway as jimin limped out of his room and tried to get to his own room as fast as possible. even from that distance, i saw the panic etched onto his face. i saw how puffy his eyes were. his cheeks were red and his chest was heaving. i wanted to cry but i couldn't. i had to stay strong for jimin, i knew that i was the only one he had. when he disappeared into his room and shut the door quietly behind him, i let out the breath i didn't realise i had been holding. i thought he would be okay, but i let my guard down. my body went rigid once again as i realised what jimin was going to do. he's alone. alone. he can't be left alone. i swear i felt like throwing up my insides. as much as i wanted to run to jimin's room and break his door down, i couldn't, because he was still here. i decided on walking to his room as calmly as i could so that he wouldn't hurt jimin again. my eyes fixated on the cream-coloured door, i counted each time i took a step.
one.
two.
three.
four.
fi- "taehyung?" shit.

" yeah, dad?"

" just wanted to let you know that i'll be out. i have some things to do, okay? "

by 'some things' do you mean sleeping around with sluts? " yeah, okay. "

i didn't get a reply, but i heard the loud slam of the door resonating through the mansion. and that's when i ran. i ran for all i was worth, because jimin's room was across the hall and... what if he did something? i can't lose him. so absorbed in my thoughts, i finally halted a distance away from his room. if he hears me running, he'll blame himself. he'll call himself a burden. continuing down the hallway seemingly calm, i stopped in front of the door.

"jimin?"

no answer.

"jiminie?"

my voice rose an octave, and even though he could hear me, all i got was silence. it's okay, tae-ah. one more try, jimin's fine, your little brother is okay, yeah?

"...park jimin?!"

nothing.

i wiggled the door knob, but it was locked. tears started to pool but i couldn't cry, not yet. i slammed against the door, pain shooting up the left side of my body.

one.
two.
three.

the door flew open, and i looked around the room with hazy eyes, not having time to catch my breath. the room was empty. jimin's bed was made, the pastel covers tucked in. the bathroom door was ajar, the lights were off. that's when something on the floor caught my attention. there was a huge puddle of red on the white carpet. the room smelled of metal, and that's when it hit me. i dropped to my knees on the floor and saw a small hand being hidden by the shadow of the bed. i gently pulled the hand and soon enough, jimin's body was in the open. i mumbled a silent apology because i knew that pulling his hand hurt, i had no choice. i took jimin's appearance in and i shattered. his dark hair had a layer of dust on it, his face was covered in bruises. and his limbs, oh, his limbs. cuts covered every inch of exposed skin, blood glistening as it slid down his arms and thighs. it stained everything. the thing that made me hurt the most was the fact that despite his almost inaudible breathing, he looked peaceful. he was smiling. my tears dripped down my face, mixing with the blood that covered jimin. kissing his forehead gently, i held him in my arms, close to my chest, and brought him back to my room.

jiminie, please don't die. saranghae.