Just a nude by Savaginity
60 ;; Do not go together

January 5th, 2019

"Jimin!" Hyunjin called, rushing to him as the younger was just frozen from where he sat. Ever since they came back to Busan, he didn't utter a single word. Didn't let out a single tear. He felt dead. Numb. "What the hell are you doing?!" Hyunjin screamed, grabbing Jimin's wrist where he had cut himself, blood oozing out from it.

"Hyunjin..." Jimin's tired voice dragged. "You remember how you said you failed to protect Jongin?"

"Did you fucking take drugs?" Hyunjin asked, ignoring him as he stared at the way Jimin's eyes were hooded, his voice slurring a little. He turned his head to look at his desk with signs of white powder scattered everywhere. "Oh my God..." Hyunjin mumbled, turning to stare at an almost...dead Jimin, looking at him with no soul.

"Well, I failed to protect everyone I loved. Everyone." Jimin said, crying. "I loved her, you know. Sh-e was the best sister. I hate that I failed to protect her. I hate that I-I was too young t-to even remember our times together. Why? Why did it have to be like this? I end up losing everyone. There's no point of living a-a-anymore. Every day I wake up, I wa-nt to curl and die from the pain. It's so painf-ul, Hyunjin. I-I-I can't do this anymore. This is—"

Jimin's voice muffled as Hyunjin pulled him into a hug, letting the boy cry in his chest. Jimin knew he had to be strong. He knew he had to stop blaming himself. But it was so hard. He was not wailing, crying his heart out. But he was silently crying, his heart barely even beating. He had no soul to even cry.

"I'm going to put you in bed now," Hyunjin whispered. "you need to rest." That's all he said before helping Jimin on his feet, staggering as he balanced his weight to his bed. Jimin grumbled and cried in slur, faintly moving. Hyunjin fumbled for the first aid kit in the room, patching up where Jimin cut his wrist. He cleaned his desk real quick, throwing the extra packets of crack into the trash bin. He grabbed the bloody razor on the ground and washed it.

He couldn't leave Jimin like that. He really couldn't. When he cried and needed someone, Jimin was there. Now he had to.

So he pulled the chair from the corner and placed it beside his bed. He sat on it, sighing as he stared at the knocked out Jimin.