OBLIVION

Four

Seokjin is cooking his favorite food when the three youngers bangs into the house bodies covered with blood all over their face and clothes, he winces at how red the bruise was, it sure as hell will turn into a dark purple.
Jin sighs, looking at them--more like, glare at them, those three couldn't a day without him scolding them, could they?
It's not like he wants to, he loves them youngers to death but sometimes he can't help but scolding them,

'It was the feeling I've got. So something did happen to the youngers.'

"They must be the tough one huh?," Jin asks, a hand rubs his temple, trying hard not to snaps at them, "If they could make you dumbass look like a truck ran over you like this."

They're rolling their eyes at him, Jin fakes gasp, a hand over his chest offending. "Don't you dare rolled your eyes at your Hyung, I raised you!"

Ignoring the older are offended. They mumbling to each other how his Hyung was so childish despite when it comes to killing and that's him was whole another level.

"Don't get me started," the youngest speaks. "What are you making Hyung? Share some, I'm hungry."

"Oh hell to the no!, not when you dumbass still look like it," Jin says, "And say please, wouldn't hurt your price," shaking his head, a hand gestures them out of a kitchen. "There is a way to bathroom ladies," Jin says in much sarcasm.

"Hyung~" they whining but do as they were told.

"Gosh, those idiots, if I see one- and I mean One stain of single blood left on the floor, I swear-and trust me when I say the person whoever beat the shit out of you today was going to be just a little bitch compared to me. " He yells after the three, wishing his words to reach those bitches and it did.

The three youngers stops dead in their track, they heard their Hyung very loud and clear.

'Shit...' a word slips out of their lips, panic flashes through their eyes, looking at each other, sweat drops down their forehead, chill running down their spine.

Without a single thought or a gaze to his fellow brothers, Taehyung rushes out to his room faster than the lightning, leaving the two looking at each other back and forth, eyes shaking.

Jimin's eyes asking Jungkook silently as if wishing Jungkook would be on the same team as him just as they would stick together no matter what Jin has said or does, of course, Jimin is scared of Jin, the older brother, and his infamous flips fop. He's been through that and trusts them when they said it hurts like a bitch.
So yes, Jimin needs Jungkook what if Jin would snap at them, seeing as Taehyung just dump their asses it couldn't help uneasiness inside his gut at all and Jimin wanted them to stick together cause the pain would be less mantua because Jin main focus wouldn't be on only one of them.

Jungkook, too, thinking it would be better just like Jimin thoughts but if course, Jungkook well-- Jungkook being... a little cocky bastard he is.

As he pushes his black hair back, small smirks appearing, looking as Jimin straight in his eyes, "And every man for themselves," Jungkook speaks and just like Taehyung, in a split second Jungkook was gone, leaving him having a staring contest at the walls.. all by himself.

"And I mean every word I've said!" Jin's voice booms from downstairs making Jimin jumps out of his skin, looking around for his younger friends to help him out somehow since he is the only one out of three of them has dirty the floor the most, considering his wound still managed to bleed every move he makes and it drops on the floor right at the moments, he eyeing a little pool of blood near his feet,

He sighs. "Every man for themselves, indeed." as he drags his feet to his room, the pain he feels replace with only one thing and one thing only...

'How the hell is he going to clean it all alone?'