"Hyung, hit me." 

Hoseok grits his teeth, anger in his eyes as he looks at the younger, who continues to pester him. His lungs ache from behind his ribs as he keeps the tears threatening to spill to himself and suddenly his hand is full of the material of Jimin's shirt, with his own fist raised. 

"I can't," he mutters out, face turning red. "I can't!" He yells this time, and Jimin looks like he's in pain from Hoseok's words.

Hoseok doesn't want his hands to be the cause of the boy's pain. They haven't yet, and he doesn't ever want them to, because Park Jimin is precious to him.