dm me? || namjin⚡

21

an hour and sixteen minutes had passed since namjoon had received the call from a distraught jimin, and him and jin were still sitting in the back of a cab.

jin had been counting every second wordlessly, his knee jolting in time with the ticks, the anxiety spilling inside of him like it never had before, his lack of sobriety not helping. this was precisely what he hadn't wanted to ever happen to his little brother, and all he could do right now was hate himself for being so careless, despite namjoon's sweet words trying to calm him down.

"hyung." he was snapped out of his thoughts. "please stop beating yourself up. we're about fifteen minutes away, okay?" namjoon gave jin's hand a gentle squeeze, hoping that he could feel his compassion through the contact.

jin shook his head helplessly. "namjoon, this is the one thing i promised would never happen to jimin."

"but it was out of your contr-"

"but it wasn't! i didn't have to go out tonight! i was selfish and now jimin is hurt!" he flipped the useless shiny brick of a phone in his hands, stopping himself from throwing it out the window.

namjoon let out a despondent sigh. "hyung... you can't live like that. you have to let jimin-"

"you don't understand. you're like the rest of them."

the words hit namjoon like bricks. yet somehow it hurt even more when jin snatched his hand out of his and turned to face the window.

staring down at his empty palm, namjoon felt his heart crumble a little. he closed his fingers into a tight fist and released again, taking a deep breath to control the emotion building in his throat, trying to think of something to say, but for once, no words would come to him.

the pair sat in the uncomfortable air of the cab, jin's face almost pressed up against the window as he felt the alcohol in his system spin him out of his control. he couldn't really understand what was going on, what with his lightweight tendencies, and he felt his stomach lurch and head spin. then he realised what he had just said to namjoon, and he spun around a little too fast to apologise.

"namjoon, i didn't mean that, i'm so sorry," he said sincerely - why was he panting? - and he could feel a shard of guilt rising in his throat. "it's not your fault that you don't understand, i haven't even told you anything, and i want to but i don't want you to know because you're going to pity me and i really don't want that, so-"

"hyung," namjoon interrupted, "it's fine, okay? let's just get back to jimin, and we can talk when we're both sober."

nodding, jin agreed, but the the lump in his throat didn't go away, and he turned his head as soon as the tear slipped out of his eye. he was grateful that namjoon couldn't see him, but as soon as the first one escaped, more and more began to cascade down his face, black tears that stained his colourless cheeks, and he felt himself being dragged into namjoon's arms as he closed his eyes, lying his head on namjoon's lap. namjoon's fingers raked comfortingly through his hair. "shh, jinnie," he whispered, "don't cry, we're nearly there, okay?" and jin couldn't do anything but nod and nestle further into namjoon's lap to hide his face.

namjoon's free hand found jin's waist and held him in place in the car, and so they sat, both willing the car to go faster.

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as soon as they manor came into view, they both leapt out of their seats, the sound of seat belts snapping back shocking the driver as namjoon threw a few twenty notes at him.

they scrambled towards the door in the dark, and it suddenly hit namjoon how attached he'd become to jimin in such a short time - in fact, any of the boys - and how protective he was feeling right now. they reached the door and jin hit the bell a good few times before namjoon grabbed his hand, and jin shot him a desperate look, so namjoon threw his arm round him, and the door was thrown open, and where was jimin? barging past the butler, they made their way back to the kitchen area that they had previously sat in, only to find it empty, and jin's heart was banging away audibly in his chest, and before he knew what he was doing, namjoon was yelling.