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<<July>>
Jimin presses his forehead on the cold mirror, eyes clasped shut, hands tightly fisting around his own shirt, just to grasp at something
''It doesn'thurt, it'syourimpression, it doesn'thurt''
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He keeps repeating that in his head like a mantra, to convince himself his heart is not hurting. But it is, it's too painful. He knots his eyebrows further close trying to shut down his groans of pain
>>It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't..it doesn't<<
One breath. Two breaths. Three breaths.
Yoongi comes back inside the room, and quickly is beside the Prince since he knew already that he was in those conditions
>>Your Majesty, has it lessened a bit?<<
The youngest shakes his head, not looking at the other
>>Then, come on, in and out, slowly. In......and out, yes, well done, again please<<
Yoongi pats the other's back, trying somehow to soothe the boy, who's struggling so much to keep his own voice down. His muffled wails of pain are though clearly loud for one reason, which is that he's in real damn pain
>>Can you walk?<<
Jimin shakes his head again, frown deepening, while the tic-tacking sound of the usual small beads of crystal falling onto the ground starts, alerting the two about the pained one's tears. Yoongi drapes one arm around the other's waist, helping him up
>>Alright, alright, lean on me and we'll get to the bed<<
