glitter and gold ᵇᵗˢ ᵖᵒˡʸ

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Jimin winced as Joon cleaned around the wound that was slowly closing. "Don't move" he said softly. Jimin whined "I'm really trying not to" he gritted out holding tightly to the sheet beneath him.

Both boys looked up when Yoongi walked in. Jimin fell back onto the bed exhausted. "Now I'm gonna pour the alcohol" Joon hummed softly. "No" he muttered pathetically and hissed and closed his eyes tightly feeling the alcohol being poured on and the fresh sting. And they hadn't even cleaned the exit wound yet.

He felt someone's hands carding through his hair and knew it had to be Yoongi but he didn't have any fight in him to push him away. It was a nice distraction. "Fuck" he breathed deeply as Namjoon placed the bandage. "Now the other side" He said softly. Jimin rolled over gently onto his tummy still feeling Yoongi caressing his head.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be" he grunted before whining when the sticky bandage was pulled off. Yoongi gently leaned over him pulling his clinched fist apart and held it. "It can't hurt that bad" he grunted.

"Well it fucking does" he said back clenching his teeth hard until he was finished. "I'm done baby"

Jimin let out a breath he had been holding and relaxed deeply into the bed. "I'm gonna go get your painkillers" he said leaving the other two in the room alone neither one of them moving.

"Thank you" Yoongi said softly.

"For what?" He asked confused as he raised an eyebrow.

"I never thanked you for saving Hoseok. You could have forgot all about him, but you didn't. You saved him and got shot" he said softly.

"He was always kind to me" Jimin said opening his eyes.

"So you're saying you wouldn't save me?" Yoongi chuckled.

"I'd probably be dancing outside the door" he giggled softly knowing he would.

Yoongi huffed playfully and leaned back onto the bed side by side. "Yeah I'd probably deserve that"

"Yeah you would" Jimin said softly staring at the side of Yoongi's face. He stayed there a second. "Would you save me?" He asked.

Yoongi hummed softly and licked his lips. "Yes but mostly due to the fact the boys would hate me if I didn't" he shrugged.

"Fair enough" Jimin grinned "which one of them made you come in here just now?" He asked.

"Jin, sucked me off and everything. Made it very convincing" he chuckled and Jimin rolled his eyes with a grin. "I swear all you do is think with your dick"

"Probably" Yoongi laughed and sat up looking down at Jimin. "Anyways he wanted me to ask you what you want for supper" he said "it's your birthday tomorrow"

"It doesn't matter to me" he said shrugging as a frown marred his face. He used to care so much about it, to be happy to celebrate his birth, but now that he essentially was dead to everyone it didn't matter much.

"Jin can cook basically anything you want so just pick" Yoongi said.

"Like I said I really don't care" he repeated "I will eat whatever"

"Jimin" Yoongi said in a soft disapproving tone.

"Yoongi" he mocked in the same manor.

"Why are you so stubborn?" He asked "we might get along if you weren't"

"That's hypocritical because you're just as stubborn" Jimin rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but I can afford to be" he said "as a matter of fact"

"But you're an asshole" Jimin pointed out.

"Obviously" he said with a grin "it's my specialty"

"I can tell" Jimin grumbled annoyed.

"Can you just pick?" He asked with a grin happy he was annoying the younger.

"Fine. I want Jin to pick" he said rolling over as Namjoon came back in and helped him sip some water after downing a few pills. "Carry me" he whined as Namjoon lifted him up from under his legs, he rested his head atop his shoulder sleepily. "Thank you" he said kissing his cheek.

His eyes caught Yoongi's who was staring at him. "Make him pick something to eat or Jin will throw a fit" he told Namjoon who chuckled and patted Jimin's bottom. "What do you want?" He asked sweetly.

"Fried chicken and rice" he said smugly. Namjoon looked at Yoongi and laughed "you just have to ask him nicely, huh?"

"Yes" Jimin grinned hugging Namjoon tightly.

"You're both brats" he tsked and walked out. Jimin climbed up gently higher onto him. "Wanna cuddle" he murmured feeling the drugs make him quite sleepy. He closed his eyes and relaxed as Namjoon walked out of the room and down the hallway. "The maids are cleaning the house and the only room that's cleaned yet is Yoongi's" he said walking into the room.

"Ok stay with me" he said as they laid down together. Namjoon ended up resting his head on Jimin's shoulder as the younger carded his fingers though his hair. "You're warm" the older said wrapping an arm around him. Jimin smiled and kept holding his head while gently toying with his hair.

"You're warmest" he grinned and quietly hummed. Namjoon looked up at him and grinned. Jimin leaned in swiftly and pecked his lips before pushing Namjoon's head back down against his chest to hide. Namjoon hugged him tighter "I'm sorry about how you go here, but I'm happy you're here with us now" he told him.

Jimin didn't say anything for several seconds. He wasn't always happy but he was sometimes. "I am happy sometimes like this" he told him honestly.

"I want you to be happy all the time" Namjoon mumbled.

"I don't know if I ever will. I'm not who I was a few months ago" he muttered quite upset already "I don't even know who I am anymore. It just sometimes feels like I'm in a shell and I'm not me...I don't think I ever will be the same"

"We will always be here to help you. You're not alone" he whispered into his chest. "I won't let you"

Jimin just hugged him tighter "good. Never leave me alone with Yoongi again"

And Namjoon laughed.