dirty secrets ⁿᵃᵐᵏᵒᵒᵏˢᵉᵒᵏ

➢six

Jinmin

Jin picks up his phone after just getting home. He had Jimin clinging to his body. "J-J-Jin l-lockd-down," he looked at the caller ID.

"Taehyung?"

"Yuh Yoongi was stabbed and I put us on lockdown," he shuddered taking a deep breath.

"Okay get a towel and apply pressure to the wound and keep him alive until I get there," Jin clicked the phone off. "Baby, Daddy has to leave right now. I love you," Jin pecked his lips and ran out the door.

Jiminie sat on the floor beside the front door silently playing with his shoelaces. He thought about how his daddy was never home and how he just left him. He threw the shoe at the door "stupid daddy," he pulled at his own hair smacking himself a few times in the head.

"Hates me," he mumbled getting up and walking to his room before storming out and gathering all of his things bringing them back to his room.

"Daddy doesn't have baby den," he said cleaning his room the way he liked. His toys neatly in his tubs.

He cried on his bed a few hours upset that he was alone and had not gotten dinner. He ate out of the fruit basket that Jin had let him eat for snacks picking at the orange because it was nasty.

He used to say 'find someone who will peel your orange for you' because that is real love because peeling oranges is the worst.

On the other side, Jin had raced out of the house not thinking of anything besides getting to his friend before it was too late. He knew that Taehyung had training, but he wouldn't be able to think straight with it being Yoongi.

On the drive up the mountain, he called Jungkook. He answered breathlessly "hello?"

"Yoongi's been stabbed," he said gripping the wheel tightly "I'm on my way up there to help. Taehyung isn't the best right now,"

"You sure he was stabbed. Yoongi told me he was taking a few drugs too often, wonder if he got himself some hard shit," Jungkook asked, he heard whining from the other end of the line.

"I'll call you after I get there," he said.

"K,"

Jin tossed the phone to the side sighing. The man could have at least shown some sympathy for his childhood best friend.

He made the drive quick speeding past the speed limit signs and cars. He made it up the isolated mountain quickly halting his car and throwing it in park yanking the keys out and running to the door with the emergency kit under his arm. He secretly entered the key that only he knew from the outside of the apartment and walked into the living room and the door automatically closed and would stay closed until Taehyung or Yoongi opened them.

He saw Taehyung crouched over his body. He went over crouching on the other side quickly pulling away Taehyung's hand to access the situation.

He saw that Yoongi was still conscious. "Taehyung call Jungkook,"

"But--,"

"Go," Seokjin said sternly.

The younger boy left. "So nothing internally damaged, lucky you gained a bit of weight out here," he said "hopefully," he quietly murmured.

"What do you mean hopefully?" he grunted.

"It isn't a spot where he should be able to hit stuff, but just to make sure I can ultrasound it," he reaches into the bag and pulls it out looking around for a plugin.