mad.

seokjin tapped his foot against floor of zelo's car the whole way to his hospital. he was so ing angry; at himself, at taehyung's father, at the world. because how dare he? how dare he do this to them? how dare taehyung's father think about hurting his own son? how dare the world let this happen to two beautiful boys? really, how dare anything?

namjoon had his fingers intertwined with seokjin's, but seokjin couldn't find it in himself to pay much attention to the younger boy. he kept his eyes on taehyung and kept being so unbelievably angry- mostly at himself for the stupid mistakes he'd made. how dare he hate taehyung? taehyung did nothing; he did nothing, nothing, nothing at all. it wasn't his fault, it was his family's, it was seokjin's family's, it was someone's fault, but it wasn't taehyung's.

"you okay, hyung?" namjoon whispered. even thought it was a lie, seokjin nodded. (he wasn't okay until taehyung was okay, but namjoon didn't need to know that.)