Always In The Back [Hanahaki!HopeMin/JiHope]

Chapter 5 - Rain

[TRIGGER WARNING : Abuse, Self Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, etc. ]

"Hyung wait!!!" Jimin called weakly, not even bothering to let his mind wonder if he forgot anything back at the studio. Not even caring his arm was bleeding yet again even after having washed it; for he hadn't found anything to bandage or tie it with, ignoring the piercing pain, ignoring the blood spilling onto his sleeve and staining his thin, sleeved shirt in a tint of dark red. "I'm here too!!!"

Jimin probably forgot a lot of things back at the studio. But he couldn't recall what. All he bothered grabbing was his phone, which he shoved into his pocket, and an umbrella, held closed at the moment as he chased after Hoseok, umbrella in his hand.

"Hoseok-hyung wait, you'll catch a cold, you forgot the umbrella!!!" he screamed breathlessly as he chased after him, as much as his tired, sore feet could carry him.

For Hoseok, he kept running. After dancing, and dancing, and falling apart, Jimin kept running, chasing him.

Chasing him through the piercing, cold rain. Through the heavy, skin-bristling icy drops hitting his skin, his whole body, soaking him and only tiring him more, making it hard for him to keep track of Hoseok in that freezing, dark night, those ice water drops hitting his face and the cold breeze blowing into his small, youthful face, his lips in a shade of pretty purple and his cheeks rosy, his nose red, eyes tired and sore not only due to lack of sleep but because of how Jimin forced himself to see, to chase Hoseok.

Hoseok was quite immune to the cold, he couldn't care less at that moment, all he had in his head was to take his beloved girlfriend to the hospital as soon as possible, carrying her on his back, supporting her, and Jimin stepping and stomping into the slowly forming puddles of water, soaking himself. He swore he'd be ill by the time he'd be at the hospital, a cold or a fever.

Jimin's voice had given up on him.

He couldn't call out to Hoseok anymore, his voice caught in his throat, his breath ragged and broken as he ran. And ran.

Ran through the cold wind and the rain, ran though his legs constantly felt like giving up. Every step was torture. Every step caused him to wobble and feel like he could fall over any moment, it hurt, it hurt so much.

It was like he was running on chipped glass, stepping on egg shells, it was like he ran with two knives dug into the flesh of his thighs, it was like he has a million needles in his calves and one was added each time he stomped on the damp ground, it was like he carried the weight of the world on his knees, and he just wanted to fall, it would've hurt less to have his body collide with the cold pavement of the street rather than running like this.

But he had to keep running.

He had to keep running for Hoseok, he had to make sure Hoseok wouldn't leave him, he worked so hard, he couldn't risk having Hoseok leave him.

He danced for Hoseok. He danced until his body gave up and fell, he danced until it physically injured him, and he danced for Hoseok.

Because he loved him.

Jimin destroyed himself, he let himself fall apart for Hoseok. For his heart-shaped smile, that smile that shone like the sun, for those cheeks that would puff up high and his eyes would hide when he smiled so bright, for that charming laughter, for his long, handsome face and his smooth nose.

In Jimin's eyes, Hoseok was merely a handwork of God. His face was carved by the heaven's most talented angels, every detail was a holy crevice, and not only.

Hoseok was blessed with a personality like no other. In Jimin's eyes, Hoseok was kind, caring ( just not towards him ), Hoseok was smart, Hoseok was talented, Hoseok could do anything he put his mind to, Hoseok was funny, Hoseok was perfect.