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"baby boy?" yoongi knocked on the door to his bedroom above the music shop, just having closed for the day while jimin rested upstairs. he'd been quiet mostly, and only came down once for a glass of water.
it worried yoongi a great deal.
the brunet hadn't gone to eat, not even snack. one glass of water was all he could manage since yoongi couldn't exactly force–feed him. the elder just assumed the younger was exhausted and just slept the entire day; assumed.
"i'm coming in baby," i really hope he's sleeping. i really fucking hope he's sleeping. as he held his breath with a weakening chest, he opened the bedroom door. his brows knotted when he was met with the crumpled sheets of his cheap bed and the slow dripping sound of water. "jimin?"
bathroom.
"shit." his mind swirled with dark negative thoughts of what jimin could've done; all sharp objects able to cut were thrown out as a safety measure...
so what could he have done?
"JIMIN! NO, FUCK, NO."
he wasn't sleeping.
he was in the ceramic coffin buried in cloudy depths of steaming water, wrists blooming with crimson shamelessly.
