I've Fallen for Us (A Vhope fanfic)

The smell of bleach

After an hour of cleaning up the blood with bleach, which the smell made me cough some more but I managed to get every cleaned. I hide my clothes at the very bottom of my dresser and sit on the bed with a sigh, my chest tight and sore.

Why did that have to happen with them here...... I think to myself, shaking my head. It's happened before, but I don't think anything of it. I refuse to go to the hospital because I just want to believe that the phenomena took a toll on my body.

My phone buzzes and I look to see who texted me.

Hey are you okay? Can I come over?~Yoongi.

I frown at the text, but type a quick reply and double check to make sure I didn't miss any blood before Yoongi gets here.

"Hey what was that about?" He asks about twenty minutes later, as he reaches my room.

"Why did it take so long to get here your room is at the end of the hall." I say curiously. He plops down next to me on the bed with a heavy sigh.

"I took Jungkook and Jimin out to lunch because they were worried about you and I wanted to calm them down a bit, Jimin kept making references to dramas he had just recently watched so I had to delete them off of his laptop...." he says slowly, recalling the previous events. I nod and lean back on the bed. The pain in my back its getting more precise and I try not to wince but he can tell I'm uncomfortable. "Taehyung what happened when we left?"

I shake my head, looking anywhere but him.

"Taehyung." He says in a stern voice, grabbing my face in His hands and making me look him in the eye.

"Should I be worried?" He asks, a fatherly tone to his voice.

"No hyung." I reply.

He gives me a small nod and I offer him a smile, but he glares through it.

"You were coughing pretty hard Tae. Maybe I should take you to the hospital. Just to make sure your okay" He says. My eyes go wide and I grip the bed sheets slightly.

"No."

"Come on."

"No."

"Tae-"

"I can't go back to another stupid hospital." I say harshly. He looks at me with a shocked expression.

"Why? They're just gonna check to see if your okay."

"They're going to admit me." I state blankly.

"Why would they do that?" He asks, and it irritates me that he's being so nosy.

"How bad was it?"

I don't reply.

"Taehyung. How bad?" He asks, gripping my hands.

"Bad enough" I whisper.

"Let me take you to the hospital" He begs, but I shake my head.

"I never want to be locked up in a hospital room again, waiting for my life to waste away. I can't watch my and Hoseoks parents stand and watch as I slowly slip away from them. I can't do it. I can't hurt my best friend anymore." I say, looking him in the eyes. His expression softens. He gets it. He knows what it's like being in the hospital, waiting for something to happen.

He spent years by his mother's side, watching her in pain as she slowly slipped away from him. The doctor had said she would live. He lied. She died a few nights before Christmas. He stopped talking, and had a dangerous habit. Each thin, deep line he cut was just another step towards being with his mother.