A "Little" Surprise

So Far Away

"Don't.... wanna... hurt myself!"

Jin stared at Yoongi collapsed on the floor for a moment, frozen in shock.

"Hyung?" Hurried footsteps approached the doorway, Namjoon rushing over at the sound of his lover's tears.

Jin snapped into action, reaching down to take the blades out of Yoongi's hands and pulling the rapper to his feet, holding his trembling body firmly against his chest. "It'll be okay baby." He murmured, soothingly rubbing Yoongi's back as the younger man sobbed into his shirt. "Hyung's here now. I won't let you hurt yourself anymore. Do you hear me? I will not allow it."

Yoongi gave no indication of having heard him, but Jin just continued to hold him tightly, not pressuring him for the time being. As much as he wanted to question the younger, as much as he yearned to get to the bottom of whatever was causing his boyfriend's anguish, he knew that Yoongi was feeling very fragile at the moment. Any word spoken was an opportunity for a horrible misunderstanding, any action could trigger another panic.

Namjoon's anxious face fluttered into view as he slowly edged towards his hyungs. "Jin hyung-" he whispered, but fell silent as the singer shot him a look.

"Take these." Jin quickly reached into the pocket of the fuzzy bathrobe he was wearing and pulled out the razor and knife, both speckled with Yoongi's blood. "Wash them and lock them in my safe."

Yoongi whimpered softly at the loss of pressure on his back, feeling the emptiness returning, and Namjoon hurried to take the blades from the singer's hand so Jin could continue massaging him.

"Shh, love." Jin pressed a light kiss into the rapper's mint hair. "I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere." Turning to Namjoon, he whispered, "Get the first aid kit as well."

Namjoon followed his hyung's gaze to Yoongi's hands, which were currently fisted tightly, but he could still see little streaks of blood dripping from them. "Did he-?" The blonde rapper trailed off, his throat constricting at the thought of his hyung deliberately hurting himself.

"I don't know." Jin's voice was grave. "Just... please hurry, Joon."

Namjoon nodded, slipping out of the room and dashing down the hall towards the bathroom.

Once he'd left, Jin began to take small, slow steps towards his bed, never once letting go of Yoongi or loosening his hold. The two shuffled closer and closer, and Jin sighed with relief once his knees brushed up against the bedding. He sat down gradually so he didn't alarm his dongsaeng, pulling Yoongi to rest in his lap. The rapper curled up into a ball almost immediately, his small frame fitting snugly in Jin's embrace. Tears were steadily streaming down his face, but Yoongi didn't make a sound. If it wasn't for his racing heartbeat that caused his chest to rise and fall erratically against Jin's ribcage, the singer might have worried that his boyfriend had stopped breathing.

After a solid five minutes of murmuring words of comfort and the rapper not twitching an eye, Jin's worry spiked. "Yoongles?" He hesitantly asked. "Can you hear me, love?"

For a second he thought his dongsaeng wouldn't respond, but then a cross between a whine and a whimper escaped into the air, and the cloud of mint hair in his arms bobbed up and down in a nod.

Are you okay? He wanted to ask. "I'm right here, baby." He said instead. Of course Yoongi isn't okay. People who are okay don't try to kill themselves. Jin quickly stamped down any unwelcome thoughts, holding the man in his arms closer. "Can I see those hands, Yoongles?" He prodded gently.

Yoongi swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing against Jin's chest bone, but he slowly unfurled his hands and held them out. The pale skin was smeared with blood, flowing lazily from small crescents where his nails had dug trenches into his palms, and deep cuts from gripping the blades backwards.