fragile ∾ pjm + myg

chapter eight

Until he snapped out of it and decided to fucking do something , but before he could reach the door he felt his body being shoved to the side, only seeing a handful of black hair before hitting the wall again, this time sliding down until he was on the floor; eyes refusing to blink, tears threatening to fall at any time now from all the emotions going through his body. Yoongi's voice was what took him out of his stupor, snapping him back to reality, gaze focusing on the elder who was now kneeling on the floor besides the unconscious boy, repeating something under his breath.

" Shit , fuck, god fuck, Jimin, shit, fucking Christ," the rapper had grabbed the towel hanging besides the sink and wrapped around Jimin's bleeding arm and Jeongguk only now had realized it was the source of the pool of blood forming around the young boy's body. A part of Jeongguk died at the realization and he only realized he was being yelled at when Taehyung came into his vision and took his shoulders in his hands, shaking the boy with everything but grace.

"Jeongguk! I need you to stay with Yoongi while I call an ambulance okay? Help him with Jimin, alright?!" Taehyung's voice was spinning inside Jeongguk's mind, hearing it but not really processing it, gaze trapped on Jimin's body, Yoongi now pressing down on the once white fabric being soaked with blood with one hand, the other running through Jimin's hair, mumbling words too low for Jeongguk to hear. Or maybe he just couldn't hear it at all, had his brain finally went dead on him? Maybe all of this was a bad, a really bad dream and he would wake up on his bed and Jimin would be oka- "Jeon Jeongguk! Snap out of it." his shoulders hurt with Taehyung's death grip on it, but right now he really couldn't give two fucks about it, even if he was sure he would be able to see bruises forming on them later, finally snapping his eyes off the body to look at Taehyung "Go."

After that he got up and ran out to the living room, phone already pressed against his ear as the older boy disappeared around the corner. Jeongguk still had to take a few seconds, brain too slow, too shocked to do anything but blink at nothing before getting up and walking towards Yoongi, footsteps completely unstable until he finally fell besides the rapper, not caring if his clothes would get dirty or not. Jimin's usual tanned face was pale, almost ashen; his mouth slightly open and Jeongguk couldn't help but to grab Jimin's other hand lying still on the boy's side, grabbing it like his life depended on it and that was when he finally was able to hear what Yoongi was saying.

"–sorry, Minnie, I'm so sorry, I should've done something. Please, please don't do this to me right now Jimin, please." the elder was crying, clearly trying his hardest to not make his voice break, even if it was shaky and unsteady, deep with emotions. Somewhere in Jeongguk's mind he realized this was the first time he was seeing the rapper crying so hard, "I need you to stay alive for me, okay love? You keep fucking breathing Park Jimin or I swear to God I'll whip your ass." the hand Yoongi was brushing Jimin's hair with was dirty with blood but the man seemed oblivious to it, never allowing his eyes to leave the pink-haired boy's face; like Jimin would disappear if he blinked, "Don't you fucking die on me, Jimin, you can't do this to me, you can't. You stay alive, kid, you don't have another choice."

Jeongguk moved his fingers a little lower, reaching for Jimin's wrist, taking it between trembling fingers and closed his eyes, ignoring his hyung's rambling besides him. It was slow and small, so weak that for a second the younger thought that he was imagining it, but it's there and that was all it took for the tears in the boy's eyes to finally start falling, running down his cheeks and dripping on Jimin's body, hand never leaving the boy's wrist, scared to no end that if he let go Jimin would do. Jeongguk was terrified that if he let go Jimin wouldn't have a heartbeat anymore and the thought was enough to send more waves of panic through his body, not being able to force a sob down his throat. He was sure he could hear sirens somewhere outside, but he felt like he was underwater, all sounds around him twisted and far, far away; the only thing he could focus was on Jimin's heartbeat.

Suddenly he's ripped away from the boy, body being thrown – again – against a wall, and Jeongguk opened his eyes, alarmed, ready to fight whoever did it when he saw Taehyung reaching out to pull him out of the bathroom, three paramedics entering the bathroom in a rush while Yoongi also let go of the boy, although extremely slow, eyes still never leaving Jimin form. His vision was blocked when Taehyung managed to push him out into the corridor and in the direction of the living room, away from the horrible scene, leaving both his hyungs behind. Jeongguk could only follow stupidly, not trusting himself to be left alone, clinging to Taehyung's arm like it was the only thing keeping him alive – the only thing keeping his sanity from slipping away completely.

Jeongguk didn't think he would ever be able to get that scene out of his head; the image of Jimin lying unconscious on a pool of his own blood engraved on his brain, like a nightmare he had just woken up of and it was still fresh on his brain, making the panic bigger, more real. Except this wasn't a nightmare, this was real life and Jeongguk wanted to wake up from it. He wanted to wake up from it to find Jimin smiling at him at breakfast, watching his eyes disappear with the strength of his smile, the smile he remember it could make his whole day better; the same smile he haven't seen in months. Oh, how Jeongguk wished all of this was a nightmare for him to wake up to and pretend it didn't happen.

But when Jimin was carried out of the apartment on a stretcher with paramedics yelling at each other and he saw Yoongi with blood all over his clothes, standing in the doorway with tears still silently going down his cheeks he knew this was very much real. It was very much real and his heart broke, a wrecked sob leaving his throat as he threw his body on the couch and curled up on himself, crying so hard he swore he was gonna get dehydrated, Taehyung arms around him as the older boy sobbed too, all of them fearing for their friend's life.

The taxi drive to the hospital was silent if not for Yoongi's subtle sniffs, and the shaking of Taehyung's hand intertwined with his own. Jeongguk's head hurt like he had shoved it against the wall multiple times, almost breaking his skull apart. But nothing hurt more than the pieces of his broken heart swimming inside his rib cage and threatening to punch through his lungs and cut off his oxygen.

Nothing could ever hurt more than the thought of Jimin dying.