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Chapter 6.2 ✔︎

Hey everyone...

I'm sorry that I didn't update on the 1st of October like I said I would. I had a couple of days where my mental health went to absolute shit and I couldn't make myself do anything (seriously, the only times I wasn't laying in my bed was when I had to go to the bathroom [sorry TMI...] or when I went to the kitchen for something that would be easy to eat), I only just came out of the episode yesterday, and despite trying my best I wasn't able to finish the chapter until today...

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The rapper could feel how a crick was gradually developing in his neck, but he couldn't make himself raise his head after seeing how Seokjin had cradled his arm to his chest, a pained expression making its way onto the elder's face despite how hard the other was trying to maintain a neutral look, and how his hyung had rubbed the delicate – currently – blemish-free skin, which he had previously been digging his fingers into, with careful motions. The elder's skin would more than likely have bloomed with unattractive blue, green, and yellow spots – bruises – by the time tomorrow morning would roll around, and Yoongi would be the one at fault for creating them.

"Hyung? Are you okay?" Jungkook asked Yoongi as he tilted his head to gaze down at the elder. The rapper had flinched away from him the first two times he had barely grazed his fingers over the other, so he didn't understand why his hyung was all of a sudden turning to him for, what? Comfort? A place to hide? "Hyung, what's wrong?"

When the older male didn't reply – or even raise his head to signal that he had indeed heard the younger – Jungkook turned his head to look up at Seokjin, who was still gingerly rubbing his forearm the exact spot Yoongi had had his hand wrapped around. The puzzle in his brain should have clicked together after seeing that, but for some reason it wasn't until he gazed back down at the rapper in his arms, and randomly thought that it almost seemed like the other was trying to get further away from the eldest, that the gears in his head started turning.

"Jin hyung," Jungkook exclaimed as his eyes snapped back up at the elder. The sudden shout of his name immediately had Seokjin raising his head to gaze questioningly at the maknae.

"Could you stop doing that.. uhm.. stop doing what you're doing with your hand? I think it's upsetting hyung..." Seokjin's eyebrows furrowed together in confusion after hearing Jungkook's request as he didn't understand how him simply brushing his arm could be making Yoongi distressed. The eldest shifted his stare back down to his arm, and to his own surprise it didn't even take a second before his eyes were widening with understanding and his arms were dropping to his sides, hiding away the 5 shallow – yet, at the same time, startingly visible – nail indents that he quickly came to realize were the reason why the rapper was hiding his face in Jungkook's shirt.

Seokjin really, kinda, wanted to hit himself in that moment. How was it that his eyes hadn't seen anything other than smooth skin during that half-minute his eyes had been firmly locked on his forearm, when it had taken him less than a second to notice the marks after Jungkook had opened his mouth and spoken?

"Please don't hide Yoongi-yah.. I'm okay, it's doesn't even hurt. See? Everything's fine. I'm fine," Seokjin tried to tell the rapper as he with careful steps, slowly approached his two dongsaengs. At first he had contemplated showing his forearm, but that idea was quickly scrapped when the logical part of his brain whispered that it perhaps wasn't be the best idea to shove his arm into the younger's face when the rapper was very obviously doing everything he could to avoid looking at it.

Seokjin had hoped that his words would encourage Yoongi to unhunch, but the smaller male didn't as little as lift his head a centimeter or turn his body a miniscule one degree towards the eldest – if anything, the rapper had spun further towards Jungkook.