"What were you doing in there? You're not even supposed to be out here, are you?" the voice was harsh, slightly rasped from the cold air.
"I'm fine." Taehyung responded briefly, jerking his arm from the other's grasp. "Seokjin hyung knows."
The male stopped, turning to face the younger. His mint hair was tousled, looking somewhat windblown yet still tidy. Yoongi frowned at him, his small lips parting to speak again. "He may know you're out, but does he know you went to a bar? No, not just a bar. A club!" he spat out his words, though the concern was laced thickly through his voice. He cared deeply for his dongsaengs, even if they didn't receive his scolding as him caring for them. The mint haired male always seemed to be in a bad mood, unless he was with Jimin. The pink haired boy was his better half, and his polar opposite. But in a good way.
"He doesn't need to know." the younger rebutted, moving his gaze to the ground as he rolled a pebble with his shoe.
"He does, and he will." Yoongi responded before he looked down to the other's arms, noticing the still somewhat raw, reddish line on his wrist. He quickly grabbed his arm, sliding his sleeve back to get a better view. Taehyung winced, his fist clenching as he tried to break his arm free from the other's firm grip. The older held on, not releasing his hold from the younger's forearm.
"Why did you take the bandages off?"
"I didn't, Seokji-"
"Don't lie to me."
"Mianhae.."
Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples. "Come, we're going back to my apartment to replace your bandages."
"But hyung.."
"Now." he glared, his lips pursing slightly from irritation.
The younger flinched before nodding his head slowly, Yoongi releasing his arm soon after. He rubbed the spot where his arm had been held before grazing his finger over the cut on his wrist and wincing again. Pulling his sleeves down quickly after, he followed the mint haired man who had begun walking off without him. He stepped in stride with the male, keeping his mouth shut to prevent any further arguments between them. Not long after, they reached the apartment to find that there were already three others there. Yoongi stepped into the door first, being greeted by Jimin who quickly ran to kiss him and pull him into a short hug. After he let go, Hoseok and Jungkook greeted him as well, though they remained in their seats on the couch. Glancing over his shoulder, Yoongi motioned for Taehyung to enter only to frown when the younger shook his head and took a step back.
Turning back to Jimin, he whispered something to the pink haired boy before stepping back outside and shutting the door.
"What the hell, Taehyung? Just go inside. You need to get those wrapped soon, as in now."
"Not with him in there."
"Him who?" Yoongi stared blankly, his frown forming again.
"Him." he repeated, shaking his head before he ran his hands through his hair and leaned back against the wall beside the door.
"Kim Taehyung, I swear-"
"Noo.."
Taehyung groaned out before a yelp escaped his lips when Yoongi grabbed his elbow and brought him through the door, leading him straight to the bathroom. The others stared silently, slightly confused by the sight. Jungkook gave the Jimin a worried expression, which the other understood and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It's fine, I'll check on them." he gave a slight eye smile and stood before walking to the bathroom and turning the knob before he peeked inside. He saw Taehyung sitting on the counter, his gaze anywhere but on Yoongi. The older, on the other hand, was focused on applying the ointment to the cuts before he got the bandage and began to wrap the younger's arms. First the left, then the right. Jimin opened the door slightly more, parting his lips to speak. Before he could, Yoongi answered the question he already knew was on the other's lips.
