Laundromat Machine

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Seokjin stepped in the ambulance in the fourth hour of the new day, as mentioned with only his pajamas, but that time a long big brown coat was additional hanging above his baby blue night wear and loosely held by his broad shoulders. His keys climpered as he took fast steps and came to a stop when he almost bursted into a young nurse, which seemed terrified but her looks softend as she got to observe Seokjin's handsome features.

He didn't have time for flirty chit chat so he ran down the long hallways until he finally bursted into this familiar face, the only difference was that Jungkook's nose had become a bleeding stream.

All he held was this white shirt that was slowly getting dyed red, every second another partical of the male scent that was adored by Jungkook that still sticked onto the fabric was being eliminated and it made Jungkook sob.

The male had left marks on Jungkook, and every mark that reality was trying to rip off him was clinging onto his soul, his heart and cutting deep into his flesh with it's crawls.

It was Yoongi's ripping apart his insides, pain Jungkook couldn't explain but it was fullfilling him in a way.

Seokjin looked at him and raised his hand like he was about to lay it on his back and speak up but Jungkook glared at him and mumbled:

,,His name is Yoongi and he gets in trouble."

,,Well, don't we all sometimes?"

Seokjin nervously smiled into the cold silence, he wasn't necessarily nervous about this person Jungkook fancied, it was more like the blood didn't want to stop comming out of his nose, it wasn't shooting more like slowly floating, like a kitchen sink which's faucet hadn't been closed and was slowly making it overflow.

,,He gets in trouble for somebody he loves."

,,And this person isn't you?"

,,If it was me, he wouldn't get in trouble."

Jungkook looked up from the shirt he had been mumbling in and the blood slowly ran down his chin, while Seokjin had a chance to take a look into his puffy eyes. The deepths of the brown in them had grown, like there was actually something in Jungkook's life worth being hidden for the others to not make them worry and it was at that point Seokjin knew, Jungkook wasn't happy, but that had been all he ever wanted. It was hard to decide what to do, should he comfort the boy that was getting all he ever desired?

Jungkook was just like Yoongi choosing to take the pain. But both had no controll for who they were taking the pain for. Love was not sweet and nothing to take in your own hand.

It was like a child throwing things over and randomly starting to cry, irrational and in a way cruel like a rampage. Love couldn't tell you what it needed to be fixed or what was wrong in the first place.

Love had always been there and that was why it was so experienced in fucking people up.

And to that Seokjin really couldn't add anything other than:

,,Ouch."