Namjoon hurried up and made his way to the old park that he always visited with Taehyung. He drove there even though he was a bit too anxious, but in the end he made it there safely. It was as lonely as usual, so finding Taehyung wasn’t hard at all. His brother was sitting down, his back against the wall but his face buried between his flexed knees. He looked terrible.

At the sound of Namjoon’s steps, Taehyung raised his head and clumsily wiped away his tears, but his hands were dirtied with blood and it only caused him to pass it to his cheeks.

“Hyung, I killed him,” he whispered.

Namjoon could’ve sworn he heard wrong, but before he could ask, Taehyung stood up and stared right at him.  “Dad. I killed him,” his voice cracked, “I did.”

When Namjoon’s mind processed the words, he went blank. He looked at Taehyung with shaking eyes and the moment he spotted the blood, he didn’t know what to say, and certainly he didn’t know what to do. He knew what Taehyung had been doing, but he had never seen him like that. He was aware of Taehyung hitting people, stealing money from them because of his boss’ orders, and he also knew how low Taehyung felt after hitting Jungkook.

Namjoon didn’t believe him. Taehyung was not that kind of person.

“He was hitting mom,” he struggled to say, he looked lost. “He kicked her so bad and he was going to hit me too and then… I was so scared, hyung.”

“Where is she?” Namjoon avoided Taehyung’s gaze, and his body was as tense as it could get. He felt embarrassed for asking about her. Why did he even care about the woman? She never cared about him anyway.

“She told me to leave, but she stayed,” even if she didn’t do it for him, Namjoon couldn’t help but mentally thank her for helping Taehyung. “Hyung, I want to wash my hands.”

“Let’s go home,” Namjoon grabbed Taehyung by the arm but he pulled off immediately.

“No,” he hesitated and walked backwards, “Yoongi hyung will panic if he sees blood. Hoseok might too.”

Namjoon grabbed him again. “Let’s go to Jinsol’s,” he offered.

Taehyung pulled off once more as well. “What if she gets scared and doesn’t like you anymore?”

Namjoon shook his head and patted his brother’s back, “That won’t happen.”

He called Jinsol, and when she said she was alone, he drove there quickly. Taehyung was calmer than before, but his hands were shaking and he tried to clean his hands with his shirt. He was so scared, and Namjoon was literally useless for him. He couldn’t ease his fears, he couldn’t calm him down, but at least he convinced Tae of talking to Jin.

Jin would definitely find a way to help him.

Jinsol opened the door with a huge smile, but it faded quickly when she saw Taehyung. She reached for him, asking if he was okay, but Taehyung avoided her touch and she awkwardly stopped trying too.

“You don’t want blood on you,” Tae said simply. “Can I use your bathroom?”

She guided them to her room without hesitation. Namjoon tried to explain, but she cut him off every time, which was totally unusual from her. Tae only meant to wash his hands, but she convinced him to take a full shower instead. She said her parents wouldn’t be home until late at night, and she offered a change of clothes that Taehyung couldn’t refuse. Apparently, those were Youngjae’s clothes.

Namjoon could only sigh at the mention of that boy’s name.

Jinsol and Namjoon waited for Taehyung downstairs. It wasn’t half as weird as Namjoon expected. She didn’t ask anything, and she didn’t look like she was expecting an explanation either, even though she definitely deserved it. It was silent, but then again, not even silence was uncomfortable when she was around. She always knew how he felt, and she always knew how to make him feel better. She was giving him space, because she knew he needed it. How could someone be like her?

Namjoon realized he always looked like when he needed her.

 “Don’t feel like this is your fault,” she said, causing him to look up quite surprised. It was as if he she could read him, “I don’t know what happened,” she hurried up to stop him when he tried to explain again, “and I don’t think Taehyung wants me to know.”

“Maybe,” he admitted.

“But trust him,” Namjoon nodded, he wanted to hear everything she had to say. “I know for sure he cares about all of you. Someone like him can’t be a bad person,” he felt so burdened before, but now, there was only one thought inside his mind.

He wanted to kiss her.

And he would’ve done it if Taehyung hadn’t walked downstairs looking fresh and new. His eyes were still teary, but his hands were clean and that seemed to be enough. Jinsol quickly walked to him and stretched his arms to the front, carefully checking them. Namjoon didn’t understa