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三十三

The atmosphere tensed up as Namjoon gulped, hand shaking as the cold blade of the knife touched Jungkook's neck.

Time stopped.

"Nam-" I approached a hand towards him, trying to calm him down. He pushed my away and cut me off.

"No!" He screamed, eyes tearing up.

I began breathing heavily, eyes tearing up as well. Jungkook was already crying, biting his lip to avoid making a sound.

"W-W-Why are you d-doing this?" I stuttered, watching as he tightened his grip on the weapon.

I saw Jungkook's eyes staring at me, begging for help. I wish I could hold him in my arms. Tell him to let it all out. I wish I could fight Namjoon.

But I was weak. I have always been.

A tear slid on my eye.

"I- Because- Because-"

It was weird to see his tall figure cry. Especially as he threatened to kill my boyfriend.

"Namjoon-"

"Because I'm fucking jealous! I can't stand seeing you two be all- Be all- All lovey-dovey- A-And- And be so hap-happy. I-"

"Namjoon- Let him g-"

"I-I can't- I-I-I- I don't know w-what's happeni-ing to me-e-" he answered, grip getting weaker as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry," Namjoon said again, closing his eyes.

I gulped, feeling a string of empathy for the older boy. Jealousy was something hard to overcome, and sometimes, it lead people to do stupid shit.

But Namjoon wouldn't let Jungkook go.

I heard the doorknob twist and open. Namjoon tensed up as Jungkook breathed heavily, tears streaming down his face as he restrained himself from fighting back.

A short figure stood in the doorframe, completely frozen.

Time stopped again.

All of us remained stuck in our position. The sound of the wind hitting the window echoed through the small room.

"Y-Y- Ah- Y-Yoong- Yoo-" Jungkook's stuttered, crying harder.

No response came from the elder, who only held the doorknob tighter.

Namjoon seemed to have gained back his senses. The pocket knife he was holding slowly dug into Jungkook's flesh, making him cry out whimpers of pain. The red blood strolled down his neck, tinting his white shirt.

"Ta-Taehyung- Yoongi- P-Plea-Please-"

Yoongi's eyes darkened as he slammed the hotel door shut, clenching his fists.

The fish of wind made by the door reached down to all of us, making me shiver.

Yoongi approached us. Yet, he only had eyes for Namjoon. Their height difference was remarquable, yet, Yoongi easily pushed him out of the way.

The bloody weapon fell to the floor, as well as Jungkook. His hand covered his bloody neck.

"Jungkook- Jungkook, Jungkook," I repeated over and over again, like a mantra. I sat in the floor, eyes tearing up again, from both fear and relief. I held Jungkook in my arms, who cried.

His body quivered in my grip. We both cuddled on the floor, his blood soaking my naked chest. Ignoring the fight that was occurring in from of us.

I rose my head up. Yoongi was on top of Namjoon, both of them struggled. Namjoon attempted to grab the pocket knife with his left hand, yet, Yoongi kicked it away with his foot. Yoongi pinned both of Namjoon's hands on each side of him. He pressed his forehead against his.

"Do you take this as a joke? Hm? Do you think life is a joke? Who the fuck are you? Why were you attacking them? Hm?" Yoongi hummed, eyes darkening as he forced Namjoon to keep eye contact with him.

"I-"

"Shut up."

"But you asked me a-"

"Shut the fuck up."

A tensed atmosphere filled the room as Namjoon struggled to leave Yoongi's grip.

"I want you to get the fuck out of here. And you better never come back, dipshit. You fucking weakling. Okay?! Fuck off and never come back."

Namjoon's limbs quivered under Yoongi's grip.

Yoongi kicked him out, before running back to both of us.

"Jungkook. You okay? Raise your head up for me, okay? Raise your head up. Good. Just like that. Does it hurt?"

Jungkook nodded, tears streaming down his face.

"Everything is going to be fine. Okay? Everything is fine. Don't cry. Don't cry, Jungkook."

He wiped his tears off with his thumb. Jungkook closed his eyes.

In the fraction of a second, Yoongi picked Jungkook up bridal-style before setting him on the bathroom counter, rummaging through the cabinets for a first aid kit.

"A-Aren't you going to take me to the hospital?" Jungkook asked.

"No. I know how to do this, plus the hospital will ask me how this happened."

I walked out of the bathroom and looked for clothes. I picked pajamas and changed in the corner of the room, before coming back to the bathroom. Yoongi was finishing up putting a bandage on.

"T-Taehyung," Jungkook called. I kissed his lips, attempting to make him feel better, to heal something, anything.

Jungkook kissed me back, hands on each side of my neck.

As I moved back, he held me in his arms. "H-He b-burst in- then- h-he t-took the knife an-and- and whispered that- that if- if I wanted y-you to be al-live- I- woul-ld n-need to di-die," he cried, his tears rolling on my shirt.

I didn't answer. Simply played with his hair until he stopped crying. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I moved back. I held him like a baby and waddled to our bed, sitting down so he sat on my lap, facing me.

Yoongi followed behind me. "I'm so sorry. I'm so, so, so sorry, Taehyung. I'm sorry," Yoongi wouldn't shut up.

"It's okay. It's okay. You saved our lives. I'm sorry."

A silence set down in the room, broken by Jungkook's sobs.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

It was 7 PM.

Would I be able to calm Jungkook down before prom?

I ran my fingers through his hair, kissing his neck. "It's all going to be okay. Don't worry. Don't worry, babe."

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jimin.

Jungkook stopped crying.

"I'll leave, now. I'll meet you guys at 7:45 in front of the gates of the hotel for prom."

I nodded. "Thanks again, hyung." He showed off a gummy smile, eyes sparkling. "No problem."

The door closed.

"Taehyung."

I calmly hummed, kissing him again.

"I'm sorry. F-For not f-fighting back."

"Don't cry. It's okay. I didn't fight back either. I- I know you were scared, Jungkook. It's okay. He's not coming back. Yoongi taught him a lesson."

Jungkook shoved his head in the crease of my neck, holding my hands.

The words Jungkook once told me hovered in my head, and I opened my mouth to bring them up once more,

"Don't cry. Because I know you're strong."