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꧁ Chapter Five ꧂

A/N : some yoonmin here......
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Jungkook didn't come after him.

' What kind of question is that even ? '

He ran down the stairs, wiping off the blood. Jimin's hands were already sweaty and painted in dark red. He couldn't see properly, not with the way his eye lids sticked to each other glued by his own tears.

' Is my love for him real ? What kind of stupid question is that ? '

His heart was still aching, but didn't know if it was for the petals or because Jungkook found out.

Jimin could only blame himself. Not even a day has passed, not even a day. And his secret wasn't a secret anymore. Jimin cursed himself. He was such a fool to get drunken that much and more ever, to follow Jungkook upstairs. What was he thinking ?!

' I'm such a freakin' fool. '

He got busy in swearing himself, that he suddenly tripped and rolled down the last steps without even noticing.

The last thing he wanted.

A grunt left his plush lips when his back hit the carpeted floor, his whole body ached at that point as if the pain he already had wasn't enough--

-- pain. The only thing that seemed to chase him willingly, the only thing that wanted to endure the samll man's body.

"Jimin?", a worried voice closed in from a distance and he found Yoongi leaning towards him when he forcefully opened his blinking eye lids and steadied them to regain focus.

Yoongi offered him a hand and helped him back to his feet. Jimin winced when his back straightened, his bones felt as if twisted. Pain-- it never seemed to leave Jimin even for a split second.

"Jimin? Are you okay?"

He smiled back at Yoongi with a nod. But the concern in Yoongi's eyes still stayed the same. A part of Jimin softened at the elder man as he was actually happy that his ex was such a sweetheart unlike most others. They were still close friends, just more understanding about each other.

"You're so clumsy, god you'll break your neck sooner or later", Yoongi laughed and messed up his already disheveled hair.

Jimin chuckled as he took off Yoongi's hand off his hair. But Yoongi's brows suddenly knitted together when Jimin touched his wrist. Jimin quickly shoved his hand into his jean's pocket when he realized what wrong he had just done.

"What's this in red? " Yoongi looked at his wrist, furrowing his brows further.

Jimin completely forgot that his hands were tinted with red, the liquid still damp in his hands. Being afraid just as his contact was retreated into his pockets, Jimin really thanked in silence for no one in particular at the fact that Yoongi was obviously not in his right mind at the moment.

"Nothing hyung."

Jimin took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his own hand and then he took Yoongi's wrist and rubbed the cloth against his flesh until the stain disappeared. Yoongi didn't budge nor push it further with questions.

He had to be more careful. But what was the point when Jungkook already found out ?

"Hey, Jimin- um, you sure you're okay?" Yoongi then asked him when he put his handkerchief back to where it was. Yoongi blinked twice, trying to focus his gaze on the younger.

Jimin almost felt sober maybe because he fell too hard on his back or just because how afraid he was. " Actually you're the one who's not okay. "

" Ye- yeah I know. We can go out, you know. If you feel uncomfortable here", Yoongi said letting out a sigh. Jimin smiled as a response and patted the other's shoulder. " Yoongi, I would really- " but before he could speak further, someone pulled his hand away from Yoongi's shoulder.