If I was waiting on you to tell me, then I would never know
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It's quiet. Deadly quiet except for the occasional splashing sounds of water as Namjoon, with his rolled-up sleeves and imperceptibly trembling hands, tries to dry the slippery tiled floor.
He quietly bites the inside of his cheek and works deliberately at the task, mind void of any thoughts. He didn't want to have any thoughts. Because every time his mind drifted for even a second from his current task, he was immediately reminded of what had befallen just a mere half hour ago.
Hoseok had attempted to—
No. Don't think about it.
If he hadn't barged into the bathroom what would have—
Stop. Please.
Squeezing out the last of the water from the towel above the sink, Namjoon thoroughly washes his hands before unrolling his sleeves. He could've easily gone about and found a mop but something about physically busying himself felt grounding, so he'd resorted to using his hands.
With a shaky expire, Namjoon stares at himself in the mirror momentarily, catching a glimpse of his tousled hair and pinked rimmed eyes. He'd had such a scare. He was exhausted but sleep was the last thing on his mind.
When the tall male switches off the light and finally leaves the bathroom, he makes his way over to Hoseok's room. The air felt cold, all of a sudden — an uncomfortable chill that rattled with the hair on the back of his neck and teasingly kissed his skin, making it rise with goosebumps.
"—If we had just stepped into his home we'd have seen how empty and... and heavy..."
"There's no use in thinking about what we could have done now."
"How can you just say that? It hasn't even been an hour and you—"
"Not now, Taehyung."
Silence fills the room.
Namjoon's gaze flickers upward and takes in the scene before him. Taehyung was curled around Hoseok. While Taehyung was conscious, tears still staining his cheeks, Hoseok's eyes were closed in a distressed and overwhelmed slumber, passed out and unaware of his friends surrounding him.
Yoongi was sitting at the edge of the bed beside the two, combing his fingers through Hoseok's drying hair, terrified that if he were to stop, the blonde-haired male would somehow wake up again.
