fragile ∾ pjm + myg

chapter eight

"Hyung, wh-" Yoongi ended the call before he could finish and he sighed in annoyance, looking at his chocolate cake with no appetite now. But he had already ordered so he quickly ate it and downed his coffee, hissing in pain when the hot liquid burned his throat on its way down and getting up, throwing his backpack on his shoulders while walking out the café towards the dorm direction again, pace slow. He knew that both his hyung's would take some time to reach home so he didn't have to worry about being late, allowing himself to get lost in his thoughts while his feet walked him the way he had done so many times over the past months after finding the place. Jeongguk was one block away when his phone rang on his pocket and he picked it up, seeing Yoongi's name on the caller. He furrued his brows before picking up, "Hel-"

"Jeongguk!" Yoongi's panicked voice made Jeongguk stop on the middle of the street, barely managing to regain his balance after tripping on his own feet, heartbeat shooting up inside his chest, "Please, fuck, tell me you're reaching the dorm, please, shit," Jeongguk could only mumble an affirmative answer before the rapper was spilling words again, apparently out of breath; the boy could pick up background noise on the call and he almost knew the boy had been running and that made his head start to hurt from fear, but before he could ask what was wrong Yoongi was already spilling words again, "I need you to get in that apartment right now, Jeongguk, right fucking now. Jesus, fuc- hurry the fuck up, goddamn it! Just go, we'll get there in two minutes."

This time Jeongguk didn't wait to see if the elder had ended the call, he just started running through the remaining street to their dorm, almost running into the main gate before punching the code in, without any patience to wait for the elevator and going straight for the stairs, being so goddamn thankful for their apartment being on the third floor only. His fingers were shaking as he clicked their apartment code on their door, almost throwing the thing out of the threshold as he jumped inside the warm living room, a deep contrast from the freezing wind outside; his heart was beating so hard that he was afraid there was gonna be bruises on his ribcage, the blood freezing panic rising more as soon as he entered Jimin's room to find it empty, dread downing on him when he got out and saw the bathroom door wide open, something they never did; always ajar, never fully close but never fully open either.

Jeongguk was shaking from head to toe, his legs struggling to support his weight and even in the warm temperature of the apartment Jeongguk felt like he had just bathed on ice, whole body freezing cold; he wouldn't be surprised at all if his blood had frozen too. There was a strange yet familiar scent in the air, something his brain couldn't quite pinpoint what it was and he honestly didn't feel like he wanted to know, but even so, the boy forced his legs to work, slowly walking towards the bathroom, fear filling his veins as the smell only grew stronger. His head was spinning and the only thing it seemed to want to focus right now was Jimin's empty eyes everytime he looked at the older boy for the past months.

If he thought the images on his mind were bad, nothing could ever take the real thing out of his head; Jeongguk was sure he was going to have nightmares for the rest of his life. Jimin was lying still on the ground, the tiles once a clear white now covered in a dark red colour that made Jeongguk's brain finally identify the metallic scent of blood in the air, the smell much stronger now that he was at the doorway, making him choke back a gag; a choked painful whine leaving his throat as his eyes took the scene before him. There was blood everywhere, staining everything around it; Jimin's clothes, the once white tee he was wearing now deeply stained with his own blood, the already faded pink hair with smears of the fluid on it and Jeongguk felt himself stumbling back, hitting the corridor wall with such force that made his back hurt, mind registering sounds coming from somewhere in the apartment that sounded like hurried footsteps, except his brain didn't really process it, not with the sight of his unmoving friend covered in blood in front of him.