My Scarlet Words ~Oneshot~

Created and written by @Jooniegotjams31

⚠️A quick warning. This does contain the word blood.
None of this is real, please do not come at me in the comments, if you get sad or triggered easily. Please leave. ⚠️

Yoongi's POV

Fall was in action.. a small autumn breeze. I sat under the Scarlet tree.. always bleeding, and at times like this I would sit and think about Kook...

Kook was the weirdest, and the craziest brother a kid could have. He was born when I was in First grade, about 7 years old, and from the start, I was dissatisfied with him.

I was about 8 when we got into a car wreck and that's when we were brought into the hospital..Look had broken both of his legs...the bone..shattered.

Eomma and Appa decided to name him Jeon Jungkook, such name only sounds good on a tombstone..

Appa built him a cart for me to drag him around in, as they told him he would never walk. He was obsessed with me, never wanting me to leave him on my way to school, or he would cry anytime I left to simply go outside. Therefore Eomma made me being him with me.

I wanted to show kook something, so I brought him to an old waterfall that almost no one knew of. We came here often afterwords.

On the inside I loved kook, but it was an embarrassment having a crippled brother.

When kook was just turning 5 I was 13. I decided that since he was such an embarrassment, I would teach him how to walk. We were at the waterfall when I told him "Kook, I'm gonna teach you how to walk"

"Why" said kook

"So I don't have to drag you around everywhere with me"

" But I can't walk, Eomma and Appa and everyone says I can't walk"

" Oh, you can walk. You will" I look him by the hand and he collapsed to the ground like a bag of flour.

"Don't hurt me hyung"

"Oh shut up, I'm not gonna hurt you." I heaved him up one again. He fell. Again.

It seemed impossible, it's funny how I didn't give up. But all of us have something to be proud of and kook was mine.

Finally, one day he stood up for a few short seconds on his own, then fell. I grabbed him and hugged him. Now we knew it could happen, just believe.

We decided to not tell anyone u til he could actually walk, I choose a special day to do it as well.

I brought kook into the room in the cart. I helped him up and when he stood alone, there wasn't a sound made. He slowly made his way over to Eomma and Appa and sat at the table. Eomma and Appa began crying in joy, hugging and kissing him all over. Kook told them it was I who taught him to walk.

"What are you crying for" said Appa, but I didn't answer. I couldn't tell them it was for my own selfish needs.

Within a couple of months kook began walking quite well. We kept a promise that I would teach him to run, jump, swing, climb, and to fight, but kook couldn't keep his side of it..

Once again, he fell to the ground and began crying again.

"Come one kook, school's going to start. You don't want to be the loser of the grade, do you?"

"N-no.."

" Good, let's go"

Just then rain had start slowly, but it eventually grew. We both got scared at lightning and thunder made its way into the storm. We were walking when all of the sudden I started running, I wanted kook to keep up with me but he couldn't.

I ran, hearing his small words "Hyung!! Hyung!! Don't leave me!"

Eventually I waited until kook caught up, but he never showed.

I walked back until I found him against a fence head resting against his arms that had been on his legs tucked under him.

"Kook, get up. Let's go"

But he didn't answer...

"Kook?" I pushed his head up to see blood coming his small mouth.

" Kook, kook?!"

There was blood coming from his mouth and neck..the front of his shirt stained with Scarlet blood as. I laid there..holding my dear brother who believed he could walk..

I eventually got up and carried him to our house. Where Eomma and Appa cried..we all cried and brought him to the hospital. The doctors said he would most likely die..but I believed he could make it.
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Hours had passed but there was still no answer from the doctor..we waited a couple more hours and then the doctor stepped out with an answer.
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"Your son, he-"

The end