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Yoongi scrunched his nose at the sight of the red liquid that seemed to flow out the other male's nose, slowly but surely.

Why was it the thing he hated the most that just seemed to have gotten one of the main things to made up a majority of his life?

Helplessly did the boy look down at himself and his hand, liking his lip and Yoongi couldn't stand the fact that he was just as helpless as the boy he had to protect so often.

The World was huge and filled with a variety of humans but in the end they could easily be catigorized.

Those who owned such helpless naive and riskfull minds and those who owned a pure, matured as well as damaged soul.

There was no doubt that Yoongi belonged to the second catagory, even though everyone would have potraid him as a naive troublemaker.

But they never saw what made hims act that way, or rather who.

It was the helpless risky boy on his mind, with the deepest dimples that seemed to have grew even deeper into his skin with every promise he had made to Yoongi but never really meant.

Yoongi was disgusted by all the blood flow, he couldn't belive he was somehow related to the nurse his mother used to be.

He remebered how she used to clean his bruised knees and tell him to run slower, pretending she wouldn't know about the boy that had pushed her precious sweety pun. she had noticed how intoxicated he was with his new friend and she trusted him to be old enough to do his own decisions, the way she had caressed his cheek and told him to be careful had left a mark on Yoongi and he was just more dissapointed about himself when he realized it seemed he didn't grew out of this.

It was like he had never taken a step forwards, but maybe it was time to do so.

he took his white washed shirt and pushed it into the taller's face to stop the flow.

Maybe the shirt was supposed to be ruined by the stains of their blood.

The stranger was taken aback but took it eventually in his own hands and mumbled a quick: ,,Thanks."

,,Don't mention it. Just bring it tomorrow again." , Yoongi mumbled and secretly build up hope for the other to respond and walk to him the next night again, because maybe something about him and his helpless self got attached to Yoongi.

The helpless always seemed to get sticked onto Yoongi, like a puzzle piece to the other and who knew, maybe it had never been the boy on Yoongi's mind but the stranger to be the right piece to his side.

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