(Hoseok's POV)

     I rubbed my hair with a towel, before walking into the house. They tried to be all secretive but it's pretty obvious what they were doing. I saw them sneak back into the house, Jungkook giggling.

     I found my shirt and put it back on, soon finding the rest of my belongings. I jumped when my phone started ringing suddenly. Picking it up I realized it was Namjoon.

"Hello-"

"Y-you need to come right now!" Namjoon's voice was yelling, he sounded extremely panicked.

"Where? What happened?" I held the phone between my shoulder and ear as I pulled on my pants, my shoes right after.

"It-he- Jin." Namjoon's words were scrambled, I wasn't able to understand any of it. My heart began to race faster, was Jin hurt?

"Just tell me where I need to be."

"T-he hospital by that church." Namjoon said slightly calmer that the last few sentences were. I immediately knew which one that was. I hung up the phone immediately running to the door.

***

"Name-"

"Kim Seokjin." I said quickly, probably looking slightly crazy, but as if I care right now.

"Room 402-"

As soon as it left the desk lady's mouth I was already sprinting, not even bothering to get an elevator, taking the stairs 2 at a time. I got to floor 4, my eyes scanning the hallway when I spotted Namjoon standing in front of a door.

I ran up to him, his eyes immediately looking at me.

"What happened?"

As soon as I asked the question his eyes brimmed with tears, his panicked expression turning into a pained one. What? What fucking happened?

"J-Jin...he g-got jumped but it's really bad. H-his face was so bloody and it looked like he-" Namjoon didn't finish, bursting into tears. I wrapped my arms around him, letting him cry into my shoulder. "It's all my fault." He mumbled over and over.

I still don't know what's really going on. But Jin's hurt? Badly. Why would he be jumped!

     My eyes landed on room 402 as it opened, a man came out, closing the door behind him.

     "What happened?" I asked the doctor, telling Namjoon to go sit in the chair beside us. He slowly nodded doing what I said as I turned back to the doctor.

     "He's lost a lot of blood. We're working on a transfusion right now. Several things are broken as well as several obvious blows to head. He's in critical condition-"

     "Is he going to be okay?" I felt my heart in my ears, when I looked the doctor in the eye, any hope I had immediately vanished.

     "We're not sure."

     ***

     (Jin's POV) a few hours earlier

      "What the fuck is this Jin?!" Namjoon slammed his hands on the table making me flinch. "Well?!" His eyes were so angry, I blinked back the tears looking down at the lunch table. I could feel everyone's eyes on me.

     A few moments earlier a few kids passed our table, throwing three photos onto the table saying things like 'disgusting' and 'fag.' I looked at the photos, my eyes widening.

      It was of that one night. Where Namjoon and I were experimenting.

     "You took fucking photos?" Namjoon stood up immediately.

     "No! How would I take one of the both of us?!" I looked at him in disbelief. He looked around the cafeteria, everyone was staring at us. Most looking completely disgusted, how did everyone know? I looked back to Namjoon, obvious fear and anger apparent on his face.

"I told you no one should ever-"

"It wasn't me Namjoon!" I felt like crying, he had to believe me. Looking back at the photos I felt sick, someone must've taken them from my window.

"Don't." He held his hand, he looked disgusting...just like the others. He completely regretted it while I didn't. He hates me, even though this isn't my fault. "Just don't come near me." He left the cafeteria people throwing things at him and calling him names.

They were doing the same thing to me but I could only stare at the place Namjoon had been seconds ago.

Why is this happening?