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Crumble - Chapter 9

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Timing is a son of a bitch.

Yoongi would know.

His experienced 'stress' in his life under time through exams, test, writing songs to perform.

His an expert at it.

But those were no where near as stressful as of right now.

The constant teasing of lights that flashed by strongly, the constant reminder of the MPS speed he has to maintain at, the taunting cross lights that could change at any moment. It drove him insane.

He cursed out loudly, tears forming as he observed the photo, Jin, his Hyung, all pale and littered with red marks, eyes closed as if he were sleeping dearly, body just restless against the wall, Yoongi tried to keep his eyes on the road, seeing as there was another upcoming light stop.

He came to a harsh stop, banging a hand on the horn as he yelled out after, his phone clutched tightly within his free hand, Yoongi didn't take his eyes off the picture. He sobbed for a while, not being able hear anything, the horns, the angry shouts coming from other drivers. Nothing. He just looked at that photo, tears rolling slowly over his cheeks. 'Why?' he thought. 'Why can someone do this shit to him?' However, he didn't find the answer.
(Thank rare_pair_trash for helping me!!)

As soon as the green light came up, he didn't lose time driving the vehicle as fast as he can, his phone stuck tightly to the steering wheel, the screen showing still that photo. Yoongi gritted his teeth, tears rolling from his cheek. He was angry, broke and afraid. Afraid that seeing his Hyungs condition. Weirdly, his heart started to ache. His whole stomache turn inside him.

When he came to the familiar building, Yoongi's heart ached more and more. He pulled the car infront of the building, before getting out from it as fast as he can. He felt his heartbeats fasten when he had put his hand on the door knob, 'His still here' he entered the empty reception area, his steps echoing with every step he took.

"Jin Hyung!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, fastening his steps towards their practice room, he swears an oath if the culprits were still here, despite his idol career, he won't let them live to see another day. He stood face with the door, all the rage and grudge he had held within that car were driven away by fear, if he opens this door, he may or may not meet eyes with Jin at all... Just a tiny bit of hope lingered within his heart.

That his Hyung, his most dedicated and loyal hyung, the one in which he puts down whenever he mentioned his dad jokes, is sitting behind the door which Yoongi stands in front of, with a laptop and just happens to be good at editing... Just that little bit of scenario would be enough of a lesson for Yoongi. To never take Jin for granted, to just cherish and love him, Yoongi's mind starts to suddenly play memories which he yearned and ached for, he missed the moments whenever Jin would sneak over to his bed and ask to cuddle because his blanket wasn't enough to keep him warm.

Times when Jin would become stubborn and never leave his studio booth, always mentioning how important Yoongi's health is,and if he didn't leave with Jin, Jin would sometimes prepare before hand and they would both sleepover in the studio.

Never once had he mentioned anything about himself, on camera that may be, but off camera, his quiet, his different from his usual go-happy-boy persona, his voice is either inaudible for them all to hear... Or he has been purposely staying quiet.

His hand was now on the door knob, but before he turned it, he slowly turned his head to the side to press an ear against the door. Nothing could be heard from the other side, he remained like that for a while. Suddenly he heard a faint buzz, a ringtone.

Fuck it he cursed to himself, there's no reason to be scared of nothing, he took a deep breath, hand detached from the door knob as he wiped his tears and smudged it within his hard surfaced yet red cheeks. He took one final breath and opened the door.

He hates the colour white.

Yoongi can't recall the incident, because Bang PDMin never allowed them to witness the mess caused by Jin, it was hard to believe it at first, but they were persuaded by Jungkook's stupid reasons.

"Hyung doesn't get enough lines."

"Maybe that's why he was pissed"

"I mean I would be pissed if I didn't get enough lines, so I'd probably throw a rant somewhere."

"If it will help, I can help Hyung clean up!"

His God-damn bunny smile fooled him, he cleared his mind as he heard Jin's breath hitch suddenly, his expression turned into grief, his eyes looked as if he were trying to keep them shut as tight as possible, while his mouth was pursed tightly shut together. Yoongi just felt at ease for moment, his not dead...

He walked over to Jin, plotting himself on his knees, taking in the wrecked bruised face as well as the lifeless body, "Hyung..." Yoongi whispered softly, "Hyung... I'm here..." He slowly lifted Jin's head up to his chest, cradling it with his hands that shook violently. "Hyung..." The tears re-appeared.

"Don't leave me...us...please..." Yoongi leaned in "Wake up..."

'Jin closed his eyes.

And felt warmth against his lips.'
- Chapter 8

A/N: :3 ✌️ this is a shit chapter sorry ;-;