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yoongi rushed to the tiled bathtub, water splashing out from the sides as a paled elder pulled the boy out. his clothes were soaked but that wasn't in the least of his concern; what was, was the bleeding jimin who had drowned himself.
"jimin! baby, please!" yoongi sobbed as he laid jimin down on the blue bath mat, pushing back his soaked honey strands and checking for a pulse.
nothing.
cpr was the thing that popped into mind. a frantic yoongi held onto the last of his calmness before acting out the procedure.
but nothing happened.
his hands frantically dug around in his pocket trying to find his phone, and when he did, slippery fingers messily punched in the three digits. all the while the phone rang, his tears flowed like the scarlet liquid from a younger's paled wrists.
"hello, what is your emerg—" but yoongi cut off the operator with a choked sob and stumbled over pained words.
"he's dead! he's fucking dead!" the watered–down blood stained every item of clothing there was, ran down the checkered tiles of the bathroom floor as an alerted operator types away.
"sir, i'm going to need you to—"
yoongi sobbed loud, as loud as he could until he saw the world in different colours. more specifically, wine red.
"h–he's dead and i–it's all my FUCKING FAULT!" he couldn't stop. jimin wasn't even breathing, his blood everywhere.
over hands.
over limbs.
over a sodden bath mat.
over the tub sides.
every fucking where.
"if you don't calm down, i can't get your address. now, where are you? we could save him—"
the operator spoke with determination and pleads but yoongi couldn't stop crying.
he felt...
...like death.
take me back to hell, devil, you've won yet again.
