DRUNK TATTOOS † TAEKOOK

T H I R T Y N I N E

"... Hoseok, what are we doing here?"

Hoseok halts inside the apartment complex, right in front of Yoongi's door. He looks at Jungkook with a sense of mercy as a long sigh with a sympathetic smile leaves his lips. It was late at night, and the corridors were quiet.

"... Jimin wants me to check up on him," he says, "but it will only be for a bit, you can stay outside or..."

"He really wants to talk to you though," Hoseok slumps his shoulders, "you haven't answered his text messages."

"... I don't want to be friends with him," Jungkook shrugs, "it's that simple."

"Jungkook-"

"Do you know how much pain he really caused me Hoseok?" Jungkook says and crosses his arms across his chest, "and you want me to be friends with him, no that."

Hoseok's hand twitches. "... Please, don't refer to him as an it." He sighs and relaxes his hand, he bends down to pick up a hidden key from under the mat. He unlocks the door and a strong whiff of alcohol hits both of the men's noses.

Jungkook covers his mouth and crinkles his nose. Hoseok covers his nose with his sleeve.
Coughing slightly, Jungkook stays back as Hoseok steps inside.

"Yoongi-ah, it's me," Hoseok says squinting at the dark and dim apartment inside. He flicks the lights open, "Jimin-ah wanted me to check up on you."

"God, it reeks," Jungkook says, peering through the open door.

"... Yoongi-ah?"

There. A shaking figure collapsed on the living room floor, hidden behind the broken glass coffee table. Glass shards scatter the wooden floor, an vodka bottle tipped over and pouring out the strong scented liquor. Hands on his head, his face hidden between his knees. His bloody fingers stained his hair, blood trailing down his arms.

".... I-I think I drank too much Hobi-"

Hoseok drops his phone on the hard wooden floor, throwing off his jacket. His eyes flashed in endless ounces of worry as he rushes to the shaking man. Hitting his knees right on the shards of glass, Hoseok kneels in front of him.

Jungkook stands frozen.

Hoseok detaches Yoongi's bleeding hands from his hair and cups them in between his. "... Yoongi-ah, look at me." He says, "you're safe."

"I don't know what to do," Yoongi grips Hoseok's hands tightly, squeezing for a sense of security. "... I-I don't know what to do."

"Just look at me," Hoseok says again, "Open your eyes, i'm right here. I'm not going anywhere. It's just me."

Yoongi lifted his head up heavily, blood shot eyes stared back at Hoseok's clear ones. "... I-I can't.. I-I don't- I'm sorry-"

"You don't need to explain yourself," Hoseok hums softly, "breathe for me okay? Just breathe for me, don't think about anything else."

Yoongi takes his own wounded hands and wraps his arms around Hoseok's waist, pulling him in. He hugs him tightly, crushing his sides, but Hoseok doesn't seem to mind.

Hoseok glances at Jungkook. 'Come here' he mouths with a serious expression, and Jungkook quickly obliged.

"... Call Jimin and get his medicine from the bathroom on the left in the cabinet. We need to head to the hospital."

"... I-I can't.." Jungkook says.

Yoongi breathes heavily into Hoseok's chest, his bleeding hands gripping his shirt.

"Quit being so selfish and fucking go!"

[unedited]