Seokjin lives on simple praises and compliments.
When his complimented on his work ethics, his confidence boost up with high expertise and he craves for more praises. You could almost call him an attention seeker.
But he just likes being praised for his good work, is that so bad?
So, you would probably have an idea on what happens when his put down and spat on by his own tormented mistakes, his stripped of his own ego, and he cast himself an invisible inaudible wall between him and his band members.
Though Bangtan don't mind a quiet Jin, they know 2015 isn't his year, but he talks from time to time, so was their anything to worry about?
Yes.
Theres always something to worry about.
But Jimin can't comprehend what he needs to worry about.
His doubting the thought that it has something to do with his Dongsaeng's as they seem to always laugh and throw puns until someone puts them down, this feeling is unnatural, the feeling of being Lost.
Theres something almost pleading him to discover what's missing.
To find that missing object, and return it, but where and more importantly to whom is giving that dark vibe.
He needs to find out whom is crying out a silent help.
Who? - He turns to Namjoon. Staring at the leader with an immense feeling, he watches as the man makes unnecessary slurping noises every-time he bought the spoon of soup up to his mouth. The possibilities of him being the exact person signalling a silent help, are a 25%.
Remember, Hoseok, Yoongi and Seokjin also have that 25% of them being the exact person, whom Jimin will call, 'Gujoui.' -
Rescue-
"Jimin?" He turned to the called out name, humming in response to Seokjin. "Hey, you haven't taken a sip of your soup, is it cold? Do you not like it?" He asked with worries in his eyes, and sadness through his words, but Jimin only shook his head and took a sip to calm down the worried elder.
Jimin then directed his gaze to the dancer, Hoseok, he was having a light conversation with the maknae on what to do for the day. Hoseok stresses over the choreography and he doesn't take shit dancers when his teaching-
"Oi Maknae Pass me a glass" Yoongi called out, drawing Jimin attention towards him, could it be Yoongi? Sure, his scary but what makes him scary and almost feared? The way he taunts them to protest against him if they dare? He may be expressionless but he could joyful when his in the mood-
"Fuck!" Yoongi cussed out standing up abruptly.
"Namjoon! What the Fuck dude?!" Drawing Jimin away from his current thoughts he didn't know what the commotion was about, but it had something to do with Namjoon since he was apologising profusely, suddenly Jin was apologising and running off somewhere.
"What happened?"
"Namjoon-Hyung was passing the glass before I could, and it broke in his hand" Jeongguk laughed out "Now, some of the shards fell on Yoongi-Hyung and in his food, so Jin-Hyung went to grab a pair of clothes and a dustpan" Taehyung informed, withholding a smirk.
"Shit, damnit Namjoon! I'm gonna kill you!" Yoongi snapped at the leader, to prove his point even more, he curled his hand into a fist.
"Hyung, I said I was sorry..." He mumbled "And Jin-Hyung said not to move-"
"Do you really think you have any saying in this?!" He yelled cutting Namjoon off and scoffing when he knew the other wouldn't protest.
Jin soon came back with a dustpan and pair of clothing.
Upon giving the clothes to the grumpy man, he noticed that Namjoon was dead silent, all seriousness and no happiness.
"Namjoon? Are you alright, it wasn't your fault-"
"Like hell it wasn't his fault! How the fuck do you think he earned the official name The God of Destruction!" Yoongi spat as he moved away from the pool of shards.
"Min Yoongi, shut up." Jin gritted through his teeth "Namjoon didn't mean to, the glass was probably weak, I mean all the utensils we use in this house are old." He concluded but Yoongi wasn't taking shit from the eldest.
"No. Jin. Stop trying to cover for them! You always take their shit! Even when you know personally that it was their doing! Why do you do that?! What if I fucking killed Namjoon?! What! would you say that you did it?! Would you come up with a fake alibi for me?! Why do you think of us so poorly?! Why can't you just let them take their own blame! You can't always protect us!-"
Slap.
Everything echoed with that particular sound.
"I Can protect you all." He gritted, his palm already shading to a light red, "I Don't ever want you to think like that shit again Yoongi." The way he said his name had Yoongi trembling more on the inside "I would never think poorly of each of you! And yes! I would take a blame that gory if it meant you being safe." He turned around to see that every had looked traumatised and Yoongi wouldn't even look at him.
That bright red hand mark was reminder, not for Yoongi, but for them all.
"I'd take a bullet for you all." Was all Jin finished with, before he took the dustpan and knelt down to sweep up the mess of shards directly near Yoongi's shoes. A few tear drops escaped the rappers eyes and the eldest felt it drop onto his hair.
Jin looked up, and was memorised with the dorms most nonchalant person, was finally crying- and not for some award. "Yoongi-" He tried to call out, but upon hearing his name, Yoongi stormed off back to his room.
A slam now echoed throughout the dorm.
"Gujoui..." Is all Jimin mumbled.
But was Yoongi really the one signalling that help?
A/N: I lust for Angst ~
