District Unknown | BTS ✓

forty five

{your fault, my fault, our fault}

5:32pm

The world was a blur as Yoongi opened his eyes, body splayed over the cold cement of the back alley. His vision became clouded as pain throbbed so violently around his skull that he wondered why it didn't just crack open. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing for the pain to go away as the rest of the world seemingly became detached and all he could concentrate on was the pain rooted deep in his bones. 

Without looking he knew there was blood seeping from his skin that was seconds ago smooth. He didn't move - anything to delay the part where he took a look at what his body looked like now. Sliced and dirty skin, reddened, weeping. 

He felt the warm substance pool around him, brushing against his fingertips as blood continued to seep from his every wound. 

Was his back the most hurt? 

His arms maybe?

Or perhaps his legs... he couldn't really feel his legs. 

Letting out a grunt, Yoongi managed to splay his fingers over the concrete floor, the rainwater reflecting his pained expression as he tried to at least lift his head. He could feel himself growing weaker and weaker with each passing second, the rain washing over his face, the only thing keeping him conscious as he weakly reached a hand forwards. 

In front of him he noticed his phone, the screen cracked down the middle. He gritted his teeth as he used all of his might to reach forwards, biting down against his lip to suppress his pain as his fingers brushed over the device. He pulled it towards him, managing to switch it on.

The bright light of the screen was unfocused and a blur to him as he swiped a finger against the screen, blood staining against the glass as he located his contacts. He couldn't read the names but he knew Jimin was located as his second contact after Joon, so he was certain he was pressing down on the right name. 

He could feel his vision begin to cloud as the phone began to ring, each buzz painfully drawn out as Yoongi waited for a voice. He could barely hold his head up any longer, blood mixing with the rain and soaking into his clothes as he lay against the pavement. 

Yoongi's heart only burned when one final beep of the phone sounded, the call switching over to voice mail... but Yoongi didn't care to call back, he was slipping, so mustering up his last bit of strength he opened his lips to speak, "J-Jimin." Yoongi didn't even realise he was choking on his words as he began to sob, "Jimin please..." He felt the hot tears run down his face, "I need you, I really, really need you." He rasped out, voice so distant and broken. 

He tried to get up but quickly realised how futile it was when he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. Sharp pain laced through his head and colourful spots flashed in front of his eyes, it felt like his whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. His stomach felt sick and then one by one he lost control of his arms, until finally his head slumped. He could still hear, but control none of his body. Then, like a ghost, he slipped into darkness. 

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5:42pm

From inside the pocket of his jeans, Jimin continued to feel the buzz of his phone. It had been going on for a few minutes now, messages and calls coming through but Jimin shrugged it off as one of the members probably hearing from Seokjin about his anger outburst. 

His hands were shoved in the pockets of his oversized winter coat, his orange hair matted to his forehead as water periodically dripped from the tips and rolled down his face. He'd been walking around for hours now, head down, eyes against the rain-washed pavement as he made his way through the city. He'd calmed down a while ago, so as the anger washed away all that was left to surface was the guilt.