Looking down, Jungkook noticed blood was now dripping from Taehyungs wrist. "H-hyung?.." He whispered between spurts, trying to analyze what had happened to his beloved hyung. Every cut was deeper and deeper. The more Taehyung thought of his late grandmother, the less he realised how much pressure he had against his worn out wrist. "Aish.." he whimpered, cutting one last time that drew the most blood.