Diary of The Infinite

83| Void

He wouldn't listen. I was crying for him to just listen but he couldn't tear himself away from Jimin in his car. He tried to stumble away from me, ripping his arm out of my grasp, and crumpled to his knees.

"Yoongi!" His new name felt sour on my lips, but he wasn't even responding.

His fingers were working into the dirt, subconsciously clawing into it as if he could drag himself forward. It hurt in my chest, the block between us, it hurt so bad it was hard to breathe.

The tears were stinging my eyes and burning in my throat, but i had to clean up the mess I made. I caught End up into my arms, wincing at the way he he shouted Beginning's name and thrashed against me. The car window was rolled down and I reached in to unlock the door and rested him in the backseat. He clawed at my shirt, crying out for Jimin.

"One second, I'll get him in one second, shh, End he's right here." I whispered, reaching around the front seat to unlock the driver's door.

He unbuckled Jimin's seat belt and ran his fingers over the younger's hair, feeling along his scalp for a bump or cuts. I found none, but Jimin's breathing was slow. I dragged him out of the seat and leaned him upright against the car, catching at his chin and lifting it up.

"Jimin? Jimin, can you breathe for me? I need you to wake up." My fingers dug into his waist as he slumped forward against my shoulder.

I cursed under my breath and slid his limp body into the backseat, resting his torso against Yoongi who reached for him with a distant, manic look in his eyes. He kept mumbling about leaves and apologizing, running his fingers over Jimin's feature, just to secure it in his mind that Jimin was really there.

"Hold on to him, okay?" I ordered, shutting their door and slipping into the front seat.

I drove them home, eyes drifting to the rear view mirror countless times to make sure the two were still as I'd left them. Yoongi dozed off at some point against Jimin's hair.

At the apartment I moved to the backseat, settling myself between them and pulling them against my chest.

Once they were settled in Jimin's apartment, I went back for Yoongi's car and then traveled back to Beginning's apartment.

I sat on the floor next to the open bedroom door, crying into my sleeves as the boys rested. I was terrifed that Jimin wouldn't wake up. I was terrified that Yoongi would yell at me again. I was trembling.

The distance between us seemed endless, the block Yoongi built between them and me, impassible. A jolt of surprise rippled through me as a phone went off and Jimin moved in his sleep, a hand raised to silence the sound. Yoongi was unmoving.

"H-Hoseok?" He whispered, he shifted to sit up, gripping at his chest.

I was up and pressing him back into his pillows in moments. "Yes, its okay. Oh thank god." The words rushed out of me as I brushed the hair out of his face.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry Beginning. I'm so sorry."

"Why are you crying?" Jimin pouted, before frowning, "What did you call me?"

"Its me." I cried softly, "Its Void."

Jimin tensed beneath my fingers and i drew back. "I was just staying until I knew you were okay. I'm going back now."

I swallowed hard and leaned across Jimin to press a soft kiss to Yoongi's hair, bravely pressing one to Jimin's hair as well.

"I'm sorry Beginning. I know you're confused. I'm so sorry."