He wouldn't talk. He was in pain. Mentally and physically. I tried to coax him into talking to me. At least me. I just wanted to hear him speak. Instead I just watched him silently cry. 

I kept my hand on his but he wouldn't move at all. He just lied there on the seat. The drive to the hospital seemed like it would never end. I just wanted him to be ok but he seemed to want everything to fall apart. 

It was broken. His ankle was broken in two places and he wouldn't be able to dance for 2 months and then after that lightly. He could barely even walk on it which killed him of course. He was devastated by it. But no matter what we said he wouldn't do anything but sulk. 

We sat him on the couch carefully and he didn't say anything. He just sat there staring at the wall.

"Tae, please."

"Leave me Jungkook."

I did as I was told. He was obvioudly upset at something and I wasn't sure what had happened. I wanted to know but I knew that he would never tell me if it was the last thing he ever did. 

I needed him to trust me though.

Later that night I was in my room when I heard sounds, like a dog whining. I got up off my bed and saw Taehyung with his head in between his hands, crying. I walked over to the couch and sat down next to him and wrapped my arms around him. He instantly fell into them.

"It's ok Hyung. I'm here now." 

He didn't say anything. He just lied there crying in my arms. I put my head again