Found Again (Rewriting)

Chapter 15

"Jinnie hyung?" A raspy voice called out to the weeping eighteen-year-old.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I had to. He told me to. I'm sorry," Jin wept into his hands.

"What are you sorry about?" The voice asked as the owner of the voice wrapped his arms around the healer.

"Namjoon, I-I killed him. He was the tracker," Jin sobbed harder.

"Who?" Namjoon pressed, his deep voice rumbled in the older's ear.

"Hyung?" A high-pitched voice whispered in the two's minds.

Jin lifted his head and his red eyes met Jimin's watery ones.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," He grabbed the fourteen-year-old's hand and squeezed it, triggering the younger's tears to fall.

"Hyung," Namjoon whispered in the older's ear again.

"W-What?" Jin hiccuped, his other hand still placed in front of his mouth to stifle his sobs.

"No one is dead," Namjoon stated. Jin looked up to Hoseok's body and saw his chest rising and falling. He was still alive.

Jin started to cry harder as he realized that he wasn't a murderer, the weight lifted off of his chest as Namjoon squeezed him farther into his own.

"Hyung, you did it. You broke the tracker. What was it?" Jimin whispered in their heads, his voice weak as his (smol) hand gripped the elder's.

"It was Hobi. I-I had to kill him. He said that it was his life against ours and that I had to do it. I didn't want to, but he convinced me..." Jin's sobs slowly turned to sniffles as he calmed down.

"Thank you, hyung," Jimin squeezed his hand again.

"You're welcome, Jimin-ah. I'm so happy you're okay," Jin smiled at the younger who struggled to keep his eyes open as sleep called to him. "It's okay, Chim, you can sleep. Nothing can hurt you anymore."

Jimin's eyes closed and his breathing slowed as he fell asleep. Jin watched both sleeping boys' chests rise and fall, as if the moment he looked away they would stop.

"It's okay, hyung. You did it, they're going to be okay thanks to you. You can sleep too," Namjoon's voice rumbled in the older's ear. Jin nodded and Namjoon picked him up bridal style and placed him on their couch. The older fell asleep in the seventeen-year-old's arms.

Rays of sunlight shone across Hoseok's eyes, disturbing his finally peaceful sleep. He groaned and he attempted to move his arm but was stopped by a heavy weight.

He turned his face and found a sleeping Jimin wrapped around his arm, like a koala. Hoseok smiled at the adorable boy in front of him and slowly slipped his arm out of the younger's grasp.

He pushed the blankets off of his body and sat up. His legs rotated off the bed and his feet touched the cold floor, causing a hiss to escape his lips. He placed his hands on the floor in front of his feet and pushed off, his body shook as he tried to balance on his wobbly legs.

Once he was steady, he placed his hand on the wall and used it for balance as he walked around the various piles of boys on the living room floor. He walked into the kitchen to see Chan standing in front of the stove, his back turned to the doorway.

"Whatcha makin', hyung?" Hoseok quietly called out to the elder. Chan whipped his head around to face the sixteen-year-old, a smile on his face.

"Hoseokie! It's good to see you up and about. I'm making rice, you want some?" Chan motioned to the food on the counter in front of him. Hoseok shook his head no and walked to the fridge.