they both arrived at a hill, with a view of the whole city.
namjoon put a blanket down so they wouldn't be able to sit on the itchy grass.
"namjoonie." yoongi spoke up, looking over at him. "what were you going to say at the house..?"
"the reason why..jimin is part of my life and..probably why i've been acting so strange."
yoongi knitted his brows, fluttering his eyes a bit.
did namjoon hear him talk to hoseok that one day?
"my..my umma." he cleared his throat. "there's a scar..o-on my side."
yoongi curled his brows and looked back up at him.
namjoon scoffs. "i-i can't really explain what happened but..when i was seven..i uh, h-had a crazy mother."
yoongi noticed the younger's starting to shake.
"sh-she got herself to my a-appa's gun."
yoongi widen his eyes.
"o-one time..i-i was running away from h-her and..." namjoon closed his eyes tight. "sh-she found me. and..wh-what she did was..u-uhm..."
yoongi placed his hand on top of the younger's.
"sh-she..."
"...shot you." yoongi mumbled.
namjoon looked at him.
emotional rollercoaster, yikes
