I nodded my head in Jimin's direction, and he did the same. We then walked our separate ways. He walked towards his group, while I walked my ass home.
Even though Jimin apologized and I slightly forgave him, I don't know if we'll ever be friends.
If we do, I'll be glad since deep down in my heart I missed him.
If we don't, I would be ok with that since we don't have a grudge against each other anymore.
The wind blew through my hair.
Maybe I'll be able to have peace in my life.
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Wrong. I knew that as soon as I found Taehyung beat up good on my front porch.
I rushed him inside as fast as I could with him on my back.
I laid him on the couch. He started to cough slightly, and I instead sat him up. I leaned his head back and rushed to the bathroom, knowing where my grandma keeps her first aid kit.
I grab it quickly and race to Taehyung. My heart was beating heavily in concern. Why?
I kneeled in front of him, tryin to keep a straight face.
"Taehyung? Stay awake, I'm going to take care of your wound ok? Tell me if I'm putting too much pressure on them."
He slowly nods, and I carefully take his bloody shirt off.
There's lots of bruises and cuts there, and some weirdly shaped ones on his arms.
I narrow my eyes.
I'm not dumb. I know what those mark are from, I mean I have experienced them.
With a wet rag I started to gently wipe away the blood from his face and chest. His back and legs seemed unhurt, so I didn't turn him over or take off his pants.
Putting the rag down I dug through the kit for something that helped heal the wounds. I'm not familiar with it, seeing as I'm not a fucking medic.
Finding it I apply on the cuts.
He hissed, but made no move to back away.
After I did that I covered them, some seeming really deep, but others shallow enough to leave alone.
Once I'm done I check his mouth. It's covered in blood from the inside, but he seems to have stopped coughing it up.
Going into the kitchen for a glass of water, I recall the many times he would give me a bouquet of roses.
Fuck.
"Drink this." I tell him, and his eyes open slightly. I hold the back of his head softly as I press the glass against his busted lips, letting the water slip through the cracks of his mouth easily.
Once he finished I put the glass down, blood around the rim.
"Those marks. I've seen them before. Why was someone trying to intentionally hurt you?"
I know I shouldn't ask, but I had to know.
I wanted to protect him, for some reason. I didn't know why. Around him I got this weird feeling, even when he gave me the roses months ago. I don't know what it is, but I think it means I want to protect him.
"You shouldn't associate yourselves with them, you'll only get hurt."
His pained voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
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To be continued
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Lynn~
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