and then yoongi started to cry in his hyung's arms, too overwhelmed by everything that was happening. jin, on the other hand, was shocked to say the least. not only by the sobbing boy in his arms, but also due to the sudden news. who? why? how? he kept questionning himself, but he couldn't put his hand on the answer. then he remembered all of the moments where she'd be crying, where she'd come back limping, obviously hurt and harmed, but she'd still lie and say that she's fine. all those times, was it that man who did that to her? jin asked himself. probably. and for this, both yoongi and seokjin hated themselves. she was right there in front of them, obviously hurt, but they'd sheepishly believe her lies. how could they be so dumb? how could they be so careless?
as soon as he finally realised that it was not a dream, the older of the two called jimin. each second when he waited for the latter to answer felt unending. he called out all the gods for the younger to answer. soon, his prayings were answered as jimin's voice was heard at the other end.
'hi hyu-'
'jimin, oh my! finally you answer! look there's not time to waist you got to take to your old house! taehyung found winter unconscious there.-'
and he just hanged up. just like that.
five minutes later, a panting jimin was knocking at their door hysterically. the poor boy was crying his eyes out, too scared that his bestfriend was probably hurt by him too. but scared seemed to be such a weak word to describe his state. indeed, there was no world to describe it.
jin opened the door almost immediately, only to welcome a sobbing boy in his arms. yoongi was there too. he calmed a little before jimin's arrival but his state was still heartbreaking.
when the youngest of the three finally calmed down, they found themselves in the car, heading to where jimin guided them, dreading the moment they will see the broken girl and praying for that man to rot in jail.
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雪 | KTH
Fanfiction'your name describes you so well. cold. shivering to your bones. yet who could imagine that, under this thick personality of yours, you were only aiming to bury this broken, dull side of you?'