hold me tight + yoonmin

six

×taehyung

as i walked across the hallway to my room, i realised how light jimin was. it scared me. how could someone barely weigh anything? i sucked in a breath and looked down at the precious boy in my arms. why would anyone hurt him? why did he hurt jimin? jimin was an angel. he always tried to make others smile, even though he was going through hell. i let a ghost of a smile play on my lips at the last thought before i snapped out of it, entering my room. i was scared to let go of the fragile angel in my arms, so i carried him to the bathroom and returned with the box. it had everything you'd need to save a life. i felt a wave of sadness wash over me because i was so used to this happening that i was prepared. you aren't supposed to be used to finding your little brother unconscious and on the verge of death. i laid his body on the plush bed, not minding if the white covers turned crimson. i set up the equipment before placing the oxygen mask on his face gingerly. i grabbed the wad of tissue beside me and soaked it in cleaning alcohol. forgive hyung, jiminie. i know this will hurt but i have to clean you up. hyung is sorry. i dabbed jimin's arms and slowly started to remove the blood that was starting to dry. as the metallic smell of blood started to fill the air, i felt a wave of nausea hit me. i clamped my hands around my throat, breathing heavily, hoping for it to go away because i couldn't afford to leave him alone. as the feeling faded away, i was aware that the room was scarily quiet, apart from my breaths. i whipped my head upwards, eyes wide as i looked at jimin. his chest was barely rising.

"shit shit shit no jimin..."