[S] head spilling crimson

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TRIGGER WARNING:
Mentions of blood.


A/N:
get your hearts ready cause everything will go downhill :)





“You can skip one song, hyung. You need to rest.” Hoseok told the stubborn male, who shook his head and stood up quickly.

“I can’t. This is the last day of the tour.” the younger would say something but the staff beat him on it.

“1 minute left!” Seokjin reassured him with a warm smile before patting the rapper's back, proceeding on getting ready for the performance. It's Save Me once again, and he got a constant reminder to focus and be a professional on stage. The members could only look at him in worry while they changed into their outfits. Seokjin felt like he couldn't breathe in his outfit. Nonetheless, he still kept a lovely smile on his face, acting like nothing was bothering him.

He had yet to regret this decision.

His head went dizzy like an earthquake struck him. His mind swirled round and round until his head went foggy. Everything is slowing down.

Seokjin couldn’t get a grip in what was happening. It was like the rehearsal again.

Except he doesn’t know what’s going on.

His heart beat increased, head throbbing.

It was hell.

His eyes glanced at everywhere, at the small lights around him and the members' confused stares. He felt so little.

Inch by inch, he took a step back.

Inch by inch, his heart took a twirl.

Second by second, he felt his heart was going to explode.

Line by line, he let himself drown in the paradox of his riddling lunacy.

Then he couldn’t see anything. At all.

Hoseok could only focus on the bass of the song. He popped to the sound like he had no bones, he gave all of his energy to it, but the dancer is always attentive. Attentive to details, to the notes, to the movements, to everything.

Yet, this day, when he felt so immersed into the performances,

He wished he hadn’t.

Namjoon put his professionalism on stage first. He removed any worries, doubts, or problems that were once plastered on his face. Of course, they need to stay strong for their fans because they are the reason why they’re performing on a wide stage, in front of the people who helped them reach the top. The fans didn't come to the concert for a frowning face.

But that day, everything seemed like a blur for the leader.

The maknae danced so effortlessly, sang so astonishingly, like the jack of all trades. He is indeed the Golden Maknae.

But Golden he isn't anymore.

Jimin. Elegancy and duality. Exquisite sparks flow through his veins, yet he could go hard and capture the heart eyes of many. He thought everything would go according to what they have practiced, but his graceful presence didn't work.

Because he saw his eldest hyung fall.

Fall. Fall. Fall.

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