son, my son ↯ bts

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"yoongi. tell 'im." jeongguk says, dropping to the floor and crossing his legs underneath him. yoongi rolls his eyes.

"your roommate's gone and is being abused by jimin. there you go."

namjoon's eyes widen. "wait– what?"

jeongguk takes namjoon's hand and pulls him onto the floor, beckoning to the earth underneath him.

"look."

namjoon drops to his knees and leans right over to get a good look.

"what is it? i can't–"

then he sees it.
and they all see it.

jeongguk hiccups in shock. he didn't believe that it was this horrible. but this– this–

namjoon stands.

jeongguk looks up in shock– but namjoon– his eyes are hard, focused on one thing entirely. his jaw is set. fists clenched.

"i didn't know it was that bad." yoongi says quietly in the silence. "namjoon, i know this is a shock–"

"take me down there."

jeongguk's eyes widen. namjoon turns to yoongi and grabs his hands.

"take me down there! you can do it, right? take me, take me back to him."

yoongi frowns. "yeah, i can, but–"

"no. one. touches. seokjin." he says firmly, squeezing yoongi's hands until he squeals in pain.

jeongguk sighs in relief. "hyung, we're coming for you."