close my eyes and cross my arms, put me in the dirt, let me dream with the stars.
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pa ni ck ed
yoongi burst through the apartment door, three faces staring back at him with confusion and shock. hoseok cleared the dining table quick as namjoon hurried to the kitchen, jin asking yoongi to place the bleeding boy on the table.
it's happened before.
not with jimin obviously.
no, with yoongi.
"p–please just..." yoongi felt like crying but he had shed his tears years ago; he didn't have any left to show he cared about jimin. that's what was killing the elder so slowly. "please help him, jin."
the darker brunet got to work quick, cleaning cuts with the help of the first aid kit namjoon collected. the eldest spared a worrying glance at the youngest's face; his cuts were deep. and one kept bubbling with fresh scarlet as the liquid flowed.
"why didn't you take him to a hospital, yoongi?" hoseok led the black–haired boy over to a bedroom, wanting to comfort his hyung as jimin was on the dining table.
"he said not to... he doesn't like hospitals... not one bit..." yoongi put his head in his hands. realisation hit him like a truck and he looked sternly at the dyed blond boy.
"what is it hyung?"
"don't let taehyung see jimin, or jungkook for that matter. they'd—" but before yoongi's sentence could be finished to tell hoseok, the front door could be heard opening.
