𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 [DISCONTINUED]

chapter seventy six

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"You can go home. I can stay with Namjoon." Taehyung spoke.

Yoongi shook his head. "I can't leave."

The younger curled his brows. "What do you mean?"

Yoongi bit inside of his cheek, looking at the bed where Namjoon is sleeping and looked at the boy. He shakily sighed and walked up to him, softly grabbing his wrist and pulling him out of the room, sliding the door open and closing it behind him when the boy got out too.

Taehyung was confused. "What's going on, Hyung?"

"He's not—" Yoongi sighed again, letting go of the boy's wrist. "He's not..discharging from the hospital. Not at all."

Taehyung knitted his brows. "Hyung, you're scaring me. What's going to happen?"

The older crossed his arms. "He's getting the surgery. Now. This was going to be the last time he'll pass out like that. He needs to get rid of it."

The boy widen his eyes. "H-He's is?"

Yoongi nodded. "He doesn't know that he's getting it. I..I don't know if he'll be mad at me. It's cancer, it should be good getting rid of it. Right?"

"He'll probably get mad for not knowing it, himself." He mumbled. "But, I don't know for sure..."

"He has changed since you've been gone." Yoongi put his hands in his pockets. "You both did. He became more of an asshole and if you father didn't fuck you up, you would've changed into a nicer way, I assume."

Taehyung couldn't help to scoff, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks, I guess."

"I misjudged you. I thought of you as some delinquent when I first met you. I didn't want Joon to become one when you guys ended up as friends. Sorry for that."

"Don't be sorry. I was a delinquent. I killed my own boyfriend from cheating..killed a new student..killed my own father for fucking my head up..even shot someone that walked in from seeing my father's death." Taehyung scoffed. "I'm a horrible person."

"You used to be. Not anymore."

Then Taehyung knitted his brows. "How come..you didn't wake Jeongguk up or tell him about this?"

Yoongi just looked at him.

JJK: hyung! where are you?

Jeongguk hasn't gotten answers from that text in days. He had enough and went to his apartment, already at his door and knocking. Usually, it takes a bit for them to answer and open the door but Jeongguk had no patience and continued to bang on the door.

He had enough. It has been almost twenty minutes.

Jeongguk twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open. Surprisingly, it was already unlocked. Seokjin's car was here so he is home. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the bedroom. He was about to open the door...

Until he saw blood on the ground.

What the hell happened? Jeongguk quickly pushed the door open, widening his eyes. He immediately went towards his Hyung and went on his knees. Seokjin was holding onto the towel that was given to him, having a tight grip to keep the blood where it's at.

Jeongguk was kneeling in front of him, quickly grabbing his phone out of his pocket and ignoring Yoongi's text messages, quickly going to dial the p—

Seokjin quickly smacked the phone off of his hand. "N-No police. No paramedics."

Jeongguk grabbed his phone again, making Seokjin grabbed his wrist, too roughly to stop him.

"Gguk. P-Promise me." He whispered, nails accidentally stabbing through the boy's wrist. "Never say anything about this..please. Not even Yoongi. Not even Namjoon. Promise me Gguk!"

Jeongguk crossed his heart quickly, nodding a lot.

Seokjin finally let go of the boy's wrist, leaving nails marks that made him bleed. "G-Get my phone. On the..on the nightstand. I-I know who to call."

Jeongguk quickly got up and grabbed his phone, crawling back over to his Hyung and handing his phone to him. Seokjin had a shaky hand, shakily typing someone's number in it. He lift up the phone to his ear, gulping hard.

"Yibo. D-Do you still remember how to stitch? I..I need help. You remember my apartment..."

Jeongguk curled his brows. Who's Yibo? I never heard of him. He kept a hold of the older's stomach for where the towel is, his hands slowly getting bloody from it oozing out. Seokjin put his phone down.

"Gguk. If..if I pass out, don't worry." He whispered. "It's just..me losing a lot of..of..."

Jeongguk curled his brows, looking at his Hyung. Shit. He passed out. He told me not to worry..right?

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