jeongguk laid on the floor, soaked from head to toe with water as he shook. his brother stood above him, not expression on his face but tears were evident on his cheeks. at such a young age, jimin knew what was wrong with his brother, and he sympathized with him for that.
he knew this wasn't normal for other families, or that other kids didn't have to pull their suicidal sibling out of the tub or fight to take a razor. but he didn't care, because he loved jeongguk.
so he laid the towel and blanket on top of the boy and turned on the heat to the highest setting possible. in his sweat covered shirt, he laid down on the wet bathroom floor and held his brother in his arms. hoping that he could feel the immense amount of love for him in heart.