I look at him. Quiet, still. . . In a coma. (Cuz you're stupid Jimin. That's why.) "Yoongi? I dont know if you can hear me but, I am so sorry." A tears etches my cheek. Pain punches me in the chest, making me bite down on my lip hard until it bleeds.
Jungkook ushers the guys out, and the monitor is the only sound besides my pulse. The thing that's the only reassurance Yoongi is alive right now. I feel nausea rise into my stomach, and I sink to my knees beside the hospital bed.
I press my knuckles into my forehead. Wanting nothing more than to just die. Once my tears are wept, I stare at the heart monitor. Willing it to have a random spike. Of course it doesn't, and I sink my head into the bed frame painfully hard.
Jungkook walks in, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me to my sore feet. (Will I ever see Yoongi awake again?) Tears spill as I am led from the room. I repeatedly sob out for Min-Yoongi, wanting him to be okay. To continue to live!
Before I know it I am in Kook's car. . . then my apartment. . . then the bathroom. My eyes are swollen, and I can feel Kookie washing my hair. He turns off the water then. I watch it blur past really, and not until I feel his arms around me do I LOOK at him.
His arms are around my bare, wet waist, and I tangle my hands into his hair. "Can you. . . Save me from myself?" I ask with a sore throat. Head heavy. Yoongi's injury is a stone, this moment is a stone too. My life feels like a stone. . .
Jungkook smiles softly, leading me naked from the bathroom. "I will always try, Jimin." I tear up at even this, pressing my self against him until he groans, pushing me to the bed. All I want, is to be washed away and healed. And only Jungkook, can heal me gently enough.
Kookie fits his hands to the back of my thighs, wrapping my leg over his back. He slides his hands over my melting body as he carefully feels me out, making me whine. All I want is him. All he wants is me. All we want is to be free.
Jungkook's clothed, I am not, we don't care at all, as he moves against me. I cry because I am sad, not because he hurts me. Though. . . I hurt on the inside for Suga. Kookie kisses me hard, I arch against him, pulling him down on me firmer.
(Yoongi is injured because of you) I let Jungkook kiss my neck and chest and stomach. (You don't deserve to live Jimin) I dig my hands into K's hair, sweating and heated. We are both shaking. (You are pathetic) I drown in Kookie's scent and touch. . . taste too.
He touches me gently, a void opening as my pores do. Depression sets in as does the climax. When its done we wrap around each other, fall asleep. Tears staining my cheeks. I love Jungkook. I fear for Yoongi. . .
He touches me gently, a void opening as my pores do. Depression sets in as does the climax. When its done we wrap around each other, fall asleep. Tears staining my cheeks. I love Jungkook. I fear for Yoongi. . . I hate myself.
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