𝙷𝚊𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊//𝙹𝚒𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 ☼

𝚃𝚘

He felt his heart rate rapidly increase, his chest felt too tight for comfort. He began to slowly hyperventilate, as a nauseated sensation filled him.

He froze.

He didn't know what to do.

The last time he saw blood was five years ago, when he accidentally cut himself. He was screaming for an hour and eventually lost consciousness. The next thing he knew, he was at a therapy house, a place where people with slightly worse phobias and diseases stayed at. Since the patient's conditions easily spiralled out of control, they required more attention.

With his eyes going wide, he stumbled and fell backwards onto the cold, hard ground. He wanted to take his eyes of the bright red substance, but he just couldn't, it was as if his eyes strayed away from his brain and body.

"H-help, please help.." He breathed out within his breaths, which seemed to give barely enough air for normal survival.

His free hand scrambled to grab anything, anything possible that could get the blood away.

" There's nothing.. nothing.. I need something."

Suddenly, it was as if the small patch of blood that he saw grew into a puddle, then into a pool, then it filled his entire room.

"ARGHHHH!" He's blood-curdling screamed caught the attention of the staff, therapists and of course, Jimin.

Within a matter of seconds, His room door was kicked down, and in flew Jimin along with the others.

"Jungkook! What are you-" Jimin paused and stared at the latter's hands, stained with blood. His eyes went wide with horror.

"Jungkook stay there, I'll get that off you, okay?" The therapist made his way to Jungkook and slowly reached out with a tissue to clean him.

"NO!" He shouted and pushed him with immense force, so immense that he was sent flying backwards into the cupboards.

Jimin had to do something, he couldn't stand seeing his best friend in such pain and agony.

Without thinking, Jimin flung himself at Jungkook, shocking the latter. The shorter embraced the taller, it would have been a pulchritudinous sight if not for the blood that was now on both of them.

"Don't touch me Jimin... I'm contaminated I'm disgusting I'm a failure I'm abnormal I'm crazy I-"

A slap resonated through the room. The nurses gasped.

"Jeon Jungkook!" He commanded,"Who the hell told you that you could insult yourself like that? I'll not forgive anyone who dares insults you, that includes yourself you hear me?" Jimin scrunched his brows up.

He couldn't hold back his tears anymore. They flew freely down his cheeks as he mumbled apologies whilst burying his head into Jimin's shoulder, holding the smaller between his arms.

The nurses were offering help to  the therapist standing up from his fall. He politely declined.

"Jungkook please follow me to my office." He slowly made his way to Jungkook and offered a warm smile.

"No."

"Jungkook?"

"No. I'm not of any mood to meet anyone right now."

"Mr Jeon," jungkook looked  down at the mochi standing between his arms, "You should listen to him, it's for your own good."

After a seemingly long period of pure silence, he finally looked directly at the therapist, "I want Jimin hyung to come with me."