We're Way Too Different

Episode 4

Jimin slowly drives up to the house, and he is terrified. What will Yoongi think off him? Is he still mad? He doesn't want to go and face him alone, he needs some moral support. So he calls the only person he knows will have his back. Taehyung is probably busy, so he dials J-Hope's number. After three rings, he picks up.

''Jimin-ah?'' He answers, in a tired voice. It's late so it's normal if he sounds asleep.

''Hyung, um... sorry if I woke you.'' He apologizes. 

''No worries, what is it?'' 

''Can you come over to Yoongi's?'' He asks. 

''Okay, I'll be there in a five.'' He hangs up. 

Five minutes later, as he said, he slowly pulls up next to the nervous boy. He steps out of the car and walks up to Jimin who is leaning on the hood of his car. 

''Why did you ask me to come?'' 

''I took your advice. I thought about it, and I realized, I made a mistake.'' He confesses. 

''Okay that's great... Still doesn't explain, why you called me here at 9:00'' He checks his phone for the time. 

''I need moral support, in case things don't go as I planned.'' 

''Okay sure.'' 

They both walk up to the door. With shaky hands, he enters the four numbers to the key lock as he remembered it. The screen turns green and the door unlocks. ''Okay, so he didn't change the pin.'' He looks at the older behind him. He opens the door, and step in, the scent he missed so much, hitting him hard. 

''Yoongi!'' He calls out mildly loud. Both look at each other, wondering where he is. 

''Maybe he's up in his room.'' J-Hope suggests. 

They both quickly make their way upstairs, and the quicker they approach the room, the more potent and strong the smell of blood becomes to them. 

''Do you smell that?'' Jimin asks as he approaches the door. Worry fills him and he turns the handle and pushes the door open. He was not expecting the scene before him. 

Yoongi is laid out on the bed on his back, his clothes soaked in blood, along with the bedsheets. Cut wounds are still open, visible, and leaking from his arm and tighs. His eyes are shut and from the distance between the door and the bed, his chest can barely be seen rising and falling.

The room is a mess, clothes everywhere, the walls are decorated with holes, punched by him, and shattered glass is all over the floor, along with beer bottles. 

''Yoongi!'' Jimin shouts in panic and runs over to him. ''No, no, no, no, no, no....'' He repeats as he bends over, taking in his state. He checks his pulse... ''He barely has a pulse.'' He says, looking up at the older, with teary eyes. A shocked J-Hope stands on the other side of the bed and reacts quickly. He pulls out his phone and dials 119. 

Jimin, in a panic, looks for what he used to do this to himself. The small sharp blade laid in his other hand, covered in blood. His hands are now soaked in Yoongi's blood, as he brings him closer to his body. Tears streaming down his face. 

''Hyung, what did I do?'' He rocks back and forth with the body in his hands. His voice is breaking, and barely audible. 

''They'll be here... And this is not your fault.'' J-Hope hangs up the phone and tries to comfort him. Minutes later, a knock comes from the door. He leaves the two and goes downstairs to open the door, to two paramedics who burst through the door past him. 

Both of them run-up to the room, walk-in, pry Yoongi's body from Jimin's arms, put him on the stretcher. They put an oxygen mask on his face, and take him back downstairs into the ambulance, and drive off. 

Jimin sits there, frozen, in shock at the fact that him breaking up with Yoongi led to him nearly killing himself. He can't help but wonder if he and J-Hope didn't get here in time, what would have happened.

''Hey, it's going to be okay.'' J-Hope walks back into the room. ''They're aking him to the ICU now and he will be fine. Now, let's get you cleaned up so you can go see him.'' He suggests. 

Still, in shock, with the help of the older, he stands up and walks down the stairs. covered in blood, and his face stained with tears. 

J-Hope...

I drive back to Jimin's house as fast as I could in my car. As much as I hate the blood getting on my leather seats, I put that aside and worry about the situation present.  I mean, I can see in Jimin's face, he thinks that it's his fault Yoongi's life almost ended. He sits there in the car, frozen with pure shock obvious on his face. 

I pull up to the driveway, exit the car with him and walk up to the door. I knock loudly, and soon enough a shirtless Taehyung opens the door. He's about to snap at who is interrupting at this time of night, but when he sees Jimin covered in blood, and me standing behind him, practically holding him on his feet, his eyes widen.

''Jimin-ah!'' He reaches up and drags him inside. I follow them inside the house and close the door behind me.

''What the fuck happened?!'' He shouts panic and anger can both be heard in his tone. 

''It's not his blood.'' I quickly ease his mind, but the fact that the younger has blood on him doesn't help. 

Seconds later, Jungkook comes downstairs, confused for a second as to what's making all the noise, and then he takes in the scene. 

''What the hell?'' He rushes downstairs. 

''It's not his blood, alright. We have to get him cleaned up.''

''Who's blood is it?" Kookie asks. 

''Yoongi's.'' They both look at me as if they didn't hear what I had said. 

''Wait... he's in shock, so let's get him in the shower, and then we can talk about what happened.'' Jungkook suggest. 

He takes him up to his room, while Tae and I are left in the kitchen. 

''I don't know that full story, I just know that he called me. Told me to come to Yoongi's house. I get there, and he tells me he needed moral support because he was going to talk to him about getting back together.'' I start off, sighing. 

''We get into the house, calls out his name, he doesn't answer. We both walk up to his room, and as we get closer to the door, the smell of blood became strong...'' I pause. ''Jimin burst through the door, and apart from the room being a massive mess, Yoongi was on his bed, half dead, cuts on his arms and tighs, with blood pouring out of them. The bedsheet was soaked. And from then, Jimin... he... fell apart. Ran to him, held onto him while I called the paramedics.'' I explain.

''God...'' He holds on to his forehead. 

''Seeing Yoongi like that broke him at that moment. He's in shock because he already has it glued in his head that it's his fault.'' I tell him.

I'm not going to say it out loud, but I'll think it to myself.

 It is his fault. If he had made up his mind about what he wanted, if he hadn't thrown away that relationship like it was never anything, Yoongi wouldn't have been more broken then he already was. I've seen a broken Yoongi glue himself back together, but this time, Jimin was that glue and when he left, he left Yoongi crumbled down into pieces, so much so that he's now... unfixable.