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“Yoongi hyung?” Taehyung calls tentatively, voice coming out slightly breathless as he peers behind the white bedroom door. His eyes immediately landed on the black king size bed sitting at the far corner of the big room; one small unconscious body lying peacefully on the bed, tucked under the black duvet up to his chin and one pale blonde guy sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes trained on the sleeping body.

A shiver unconsciously crawls down Taehyung’s spine, sleeve-covered fingers gripping the cold doorknob tighter.

“He’s still sleeping.” Was the only words he heard from the pale guy, cold and baritone, not even bothering looking at him. Seems like the older boy doesn’t have a care on anyone other than the sleeping body in front of him.

Taehyung gulped visibly, throat constricting and mouth drying in mixture of emotions; nervousness, worried and kinda… scared, when he knows he shouldn’t.

It is just Yoongi hyung, he tells himself, I don’t have to be scared.

But his body doesn’t cooperate with his mind when he felt like sprinting away from the room at the very second.

“N-Namjoon hyung,” he stutters, biting his tongue and mentally scolding himself from stammering, “called Seokjin hyung. Is it okay if he comes here?”

Yoongi makes a low sound of agreement, right hand carefully carding Jimin’s dark fringe.

And that’s the only answer Taehyung needs before he’s slowly closing the bedroom door, one hand automatically flying to his chest and exaggeratedly clutching the material of his gray pullover there; exhaling a breath he didn’t know he’s holding the entire time.

He padded back to the living room where Namjoon is sitting on the huge white couch, cellphone still in hand, evidence that he had just ended the phone call with his boyfriend. Taehyung plops himself on the other end of the couch, leaning his head on the headrest before slowly closing his eyes.

“You look drained.” Namjoon commented, observing the unhealthy color of Taehyung’s face.

The younger boy almost whine because who wouldn’t if your best friend is still lying unconscious on a big black bed, guarded by a pale scary hyung? And the fact that he still couldn’t find the situation to sink in his mind because how dare those spawns of Satan do this to Jimin who’s a literal angel? He can’t help but feel a little disappointed in himself. He wasn’t even there to protect his best friend while Jimin was always there for him when needed.

“What did Seokjin hyung says?” He asked instead, completely brushing off Namjoon’s words.

He heard a deep sigh beside him. “He’s coming in ten.”

“Hmm? I thought he’s in full shift today.”

“You know that you two are priorities for Jinnie, right?” Namjoon chuckles, “Hoseok will come to fill him up, don’t worry.”

“Should I start feeling bad about it, hyung?” The purple head asked jokingly, knowing full well that yes, Jimin and him are Seokjin’s priorities. The elder has been keeping tabs on them for years and they’re practically brothers now.

“If I didn’t know better, you should start because I’d be jealous then.” The older boy laughs and Taehyung follows, chuckling from the other’s words.

“I hope Jiminnie’s awake already when Seokjin hyung comes,” Taehyung whispers, one eye cracking open to look at the bluish blonde beside him.

Namjoon looked back, eyes slightly shaking from the sudden realization.

“If he sees Jiminnie still lying unconscious on Yoongi hyung’s bed, he’ll be gone mad. I don’t wanna see the Seokjin beast.”

“Let’s hope for the best.” Namjoon says, more likely to convince himself than anyone else, one hand running up his temple to rub soothing circles on his sudden throbbing head.

“Stop…” Yoongi’s fingers stop from the younger’s hair when he heard the soft voice, choosing to give his full attention on the troubled face in front of him. “Please…” Jimin again mumbles through his sleep, voice shaky and airy as thin sheet of sweat started to collect on his face down to neck.

The elder, who’s still sitting quietly on the edge of his bed silently watched every scrunch of face Jimin would make, it’s as if someone is still hurting him even through his current half-conscious state. He stares when Jimin started to gasp for air, looking as if there are hands trying to stop his breathing. And the sight was enough to dig a deep frown in between Yoong’s eyebrows, deep growl bubbling up his chest.

“Jiminnie?” he softly calls nonetheless, completely opposite from the groan of anger biting in his throat, tasting the familiar name rolls out of his tongue tenderly. His right hand immediately slides down the younger’s flushed cheek; thumb carefully rubbing against the warm skin.

“Hyung? H-Hyung?” was Jimin’s desperate answer in between his gasps, eyes still closed and choking out a small sob.

“Shh. Hyung is here, Jiminnie.” Yoongi shifts slightly, eyebrows furrowing before carefully leaning down to whisper on the younger boy’s ear, “What’s wrong? Tell hyung what’s wrong,” and cupping Jimin’s cheek with one hand, thumb brushing the drops of tears starting to soak the boy’s face.

Jimin doesn’t seem to calm anytime soon, though. Sobs just getting louder and cries getting harder, calling Yoongi’s name in between his broken and almost inaudible whimpers a couple of times.

Yoongi can clearly hear the loud and harsh beats of Jimin’s heart from the short distance, thrumming loudly in his ears, setting fire of anger in his own system. Weariness jabbing under his skin at the sight of Jimin this vulnerable and brittle and weak. He’s not particularly amused hearing Jimin sobs and wails and gasping from the lack of air for crying so hard. Jimin should be all sunshines and rainbows and laughs. Not this. Not this.

Those bastards.

His hand leave the younger boy’s face to wrap it around his shoulder, drawing soothing circles on the exposed flushed skin in an attempt of comfort, hugging the shaking frame and nuzzling his face on the younger’s neck.

It’s almost as if the gesture was enough for Jimin to calm down, hearing the younger sighs in contentment.