Once Jungkook finishes cleaning him off with some towels, Jimin feels like dozing off and Taehyung is trying very hard to keep him awake.
"You know, it ain't a concussion, it's not like I die if I fall asleep for more than an hour." Jimin grumbles, Taehyung swats at his thigh.
"Just stay awake, you'll sleep once you're home." he pauses "Are you going back to your place or-"
"Promised Yoongi I'd go to his flat, if I don't he's gonna get more suspicious and worried and then he'll find out and he will actually dump me." Jimin clicks his tongue "I'll- I think I'm gonna stay here 'till the end of your shift. That way I'll be home when it's past dawn and Yoongi will be sleeping already, maybe that will buy me time."
Jungkook, who's throwing the towels in a basket, scoffs "Yeah, right."
"Jungkook." Taehyung grits out with a tight smile "Babe. Shut that pretty mouth of yours?"
Jungkook rolls his eyes "Sorry if I'm being honest."
"I don't need honesty right now." Jimin retorts "What I need is to rest and drink."
Jungkook nods "I'll get you some water."
"Babe." Taehyung arches an eyebrow "He doesn't need water, he needs a Martini."
Jimin sighs "You know me so well, Tae."
It's way past dawn when Taehyung's car stops in front of Yoongi's condo, Jimin sitting on the backseat and staring at the building with his bottom lip between his teeth.
"Do you want us to walk you up?" Jungkook asks.
"Nah, it's fine, I feel better now."
His neck still hurts like crazy, but the fog in his head disappeared and his legs don't feel like actual jelly anymore, so Jimin is gonna consider this a win.
"Okay, I need honesty right now." Jimin looks at Jungkook "How much do I smell like blood?"
"A whole fucking lot." Jungkook replies.
"Taehyung, spray me with Gucci or something."
"It's not gonna mask it, hyung." Jungkook says, giving him an apologetic smile "Sorry."
Jimin sighs and opens the car door "Let's hope Yoongi is sleeping really fucking deeply then. Thank you for driving me here."
"Don't mention it." Taehyung twists around to plant a kiss on his cheek "I'll call you tomorrow."
Jimin stands in front of the door of the apartment until his weak legs almost give up on him, so he gets inside and locks the door as quietly as he can, putting the keys back in the pocket of his coat.
He takes off his shoes and walks slowly, praying that Yoongi isn't gonna wake up. Once he's in the room, Jimin finds Yoongi asleep, half hugging a pillow. Maybe he won't wake up.
In the darkness of the room, Jimin strips of his clothes and walks to the bathroom, throwing the bloodied shirt in the laundry basket even though he knows there's no way that the stains will wash away. He grabs then one of Yoongi's t-shirts from his closet, hoping that at least that will somehow mask the smell, even if just a bit, then slowly and carefully lays on the bed. He tucks the covers up to his chin and keeps as far as possible from Yoongi, who's giving him his back. Jimin sighs and closes his eyes, hoping to just fall asleep quickly and deal with this whole mess when he'll wake up in the evening.
But then, Yoongi stirs. Jimin holds his breath as Yoongi rolls around, eyes still closed.
"Doll?"
