promise.

Chapter 7

JIN

1 week later

Seokjin woke up to his phone ringing continuously. he groggily checked the clock. 3:36 A.M.

who the fuck would dare to wake him up like this?

the display said that he had 23 missed calls from Kyungsoo, 3 from Hoseok, 5 from Namjoon, 1 from Jimin, 1 from Yerim, and a whopping 38 from Jongdae. 

"what the fuck do these brats want from me?" he mumbled.

he called back Jongdae. "can you give me any good reason as to why you've been calling me since 30 minutes ago? its 3 A.M., Jongdae."

"if you answered the phone you'd know that Yoongi is in the hospital. get over here. stat."

"what?" Seokjin bolted out of bed, frantically pulling on clothes with one hand. "what happened?"

"we think it's alcohol poisoning. he's not waking up. get to the hospital, now!" Jongdae hung up. Seokjin  grabbed his car keys, and nearly jumped from the top of the staircase. "where are you going, Seokjin?" his mother asked from the kitchen. why she was still awake, Seokjin had no idea. "Yoongi's in the hospital,  mom. gonna go check on him." 

he quickly hugged her, and ran out the door, straight to his car.

he ran through the hospital gates, straight to the reception. "hi, i'm here to see Min Yoongi."

the girl looked up. "are you a family member?"

"um, yes. i'm his...brother. can i see him?"

"Room 324." Seokjin muttered a thanks before sprinting to the elevators.

upon reaching Room 324, Jin saw that a huddle of people were already sitting outside the door. "Jongdae?" 

said man looked up. "Finally! i thought you fell asleep again." 

"what happened to Yoongi?"

"they confirmed it's alcohol poisoning. apparently he's had it coming for a long time. Jimin's trying to calm Hoseok down."

"Jimin?"

Jongdae scratched his head. "yeah. Jimin found Yoongi all drunk and passed out and puking blood and shit, and brought him to the hospital."

Seokjin couldn't believe it.  he craned his neck to see Hoseok, and his heart dropped. 

Jung Hoseok, the one who was normally full of life and happiness and always smiling, was sitting on the floor, his eyes bloodshot, his face emotionless, his arms wrapped around a silver haired person, who was running a hand through hid hair, whispering softly. with a jolt Seokjin realized it was Jimin. Jimin looked up to see Seokjin, his eyes sad. he nodded at Jin, then turned his attention back to Hoseok. 

Seokjin didn't know what to do. he slowly made his way to Hoseok, and knelt next to him. "Hoseok, come on, it wasn't your fault this happened to Yoongi."

"yes it was." Hoseok's voice was hollow, empty, none of the normal cheery tone left. he looked, and sounded lost. "we were fighting at the party and i told him to fuck of because i never wanted to see him again. i left and he got drunk and messed up, and now he's in the hospital, and none of this would have happened if i hadn't gotten so pissed, and-" he started crying. 

Jimin held him tighter, rocking back and forth. "hyung, it's not your fault, please calm down. you're not helping Yoongi by breaking down now. please, please calm down." 

Jimin was almost in tears. Jin knew he hated seeing his friends sad. over the next 10 minutes, they managed to calm Hoseok down, and soon he fell asleep. they stretched him out on a bench, feeling that it would be better if he got some sleep. it was 4:22 A.M. 

Jimin stood up, looking worried. "Hi, hyung."

"Hello, Jimin."

"so...i heard Yerim asked you out."

"yes. she did."

"you declined."

"i did."

"why?"

"i see her as nothing more than a friend. why do you care, Park?"

"n-no reason." Jimin rubbed his elbow nervously. "you look tired. i'll get you a coffee." without waiting for an answer, he ran off to the cafeteria. not knowing what else to do, seeing as everyone else was laying around asleep, Jin went to follow him. 

by the time Jin figured out where the cafeteria was, Jimin was already on his way out, two coffee and a box of doughnuts in hand. he remembered. they walked in silence to the courtyard outside the hospital and found an empty bench. 

"thank you, for saving Yoongi," Jin blurted out. Jimin stared at him. "least i could do. how are you? how's your sister?"

Jin pondered that. "i'm fine. my sister...not so much. we moved her to a ward, day before yesterday. i forgot the name, but the simple translation is 'She's a Bat-shit Crazy Bitch And Must Be Kept Away From Society And Human Interaction'."

 Jimin winced. "she stopped taking medication?"

"indeed she did, and promptly bit a doctor and almost took a nurse's eye out. i'm kinda glad they put her there. she needs to get better." Jin hated his father. he was a no-good scoundrel, power-hungry, and a definitive piece of shit who took pleasure in inflicting pain, specifically on Jin's mother and sister. for some reason, he never did it to Jin, probably because of all the bullshit about 'male heir' and stuff. Jin's father had been the primary reason for his sister's insanity. 

Jimin looked uncomfortable. "How are you though? Answer honestly." 

Jin sighed. "i told you, Park, i'm fine. Wounds don't hurt as much, so that's good, right?" Jimin nodded. 

they sat in a comfortable silence for some time, as if both of them were trying to grasp at a lost memory, back to something they once were. 

JIMIN

Jimin couldn't take it anymore. he dropped his empty coffee cup in a trashcan and rounded on Jin, who was mid-bite of a doughnut. why must you be so cute?

"i can't do this. i have to tell you." he took a deep breath. "they threatened me. they threatened to tell my family, my parents, you guys, that i-m-" he stopped, choking slightly. 

Jin looked intrigued, but not sorry. "you're what? a jerk?" 

Jimin gave an exasperated sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "dammit, i can't do it."

Seokjin shrugged, sipping his coffee. "not that i care, anyways."

his nonchalance sent a wave of fury and determination over Jimin. he grabbed Seokjin's inhumanly broad shoulders shaking them.

"i'm gay, hyung."