Hoseok came running. He found Yoongi curled up in an alley. He walked up to him and removed his hands on his face. Bruises bloomed around his eyes and cheeks, dried blood crusting his mouth and the scary expression of defeat layered with guilt on his face. Yoongi's arms were littered with bruises and tiny cuts, looking like he got trashed.
Hoseok sighed. He gingerly lifted Yoongi up, hearing the tiny groans of pain when Hoseok snaked an arm around Yoongi's waist. Broken ribs, Hoseok thought when he gently prodded Yoongi's chest.
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A/N: And he enters..!!!
This update is to make up for tmr because I can't update on the day itself.. :/
Enjoy and we'll see each other on Monday for the next chapter!
I hope 03 09 has made your week so far :)
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03 09 | m.yg [seven] √
Fanfiction{Part 7, Ethereal Deaths} A revenge of one who doesn't know the true intention of giving. The tale of the giving tree, of sorts, retold. [Also available on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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