{your fault, my fault, our fault}

5:32pm

The world was a blur as Yoongi opened his eyes, body splayed over the cold cement of the back alley. His vision became clouded as pain throbbed so violently around his skull that he wondered why it didn't just crack open. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing for the pain to go away as the rest of the world seemingly became detached and all he could concentrate on was the pain rooted deep in his bones. 

Without looking he knew there was blood seeping from his skin that was seconds ago smooth. He didn't move - anything to delay the part where he took a look at what his body looked like now. Sliced and dirty skin, reddened, weeping. 

He felt the warm substance pool around him, brushing against his fingertips as blood continued to seep from his every wound. 

Was his back the most hurt? 

His arms maybe?

Or perhaps his legs... he couldn't really feel his legs. 

Letting out a grunt, Yoongi managed to splay his fingers over the concrete floor, the rainwater reflecting his pained expression as he tried to at least lift his head. He could feel himself growing weaker and weaker with each passing second, the rain washing over his face, the only thing keeping him conscious as he weakly reached a hand forwards. 

In front of him he noticed his phone, the screen cracked down the middle. He gritted his teeth as he used all of his might to reach forwards, biting down against his lip to suppress his pain as his fingers brushed over the device. He pulled it towards him, managing to switch it on.

The bright light of the screen was unfocused and a blur to him as he swiped a finger against the screen, blood staining against the glass as he located his contacts. He couldn't read the names but he knew Jimin was located as his second contact after Joon, so he was certain he was pressing down on the right name. 

He could feel his vision begin to cloud as the phone began to ring, each buzz painfully drawn out as Yoongi waited for a voice. He could barely hold his head up any longer, blood mixing with the rain and soaking into his clothes as he lay against the pavement. 

Yoongi's heart only burned when one final beep of the phone sounded, the call switching over to voice mail... but Yoongi didn't care to call back, he was slipping, so mustering up his last bit of strength he opened his lips to speak, "J-Jimin." Yoongi didn't even realise he was choking on his words as he began to sob, "Jimin please..." He felt the hot tears run down his face, "I need you, I really, really need you." He rasped out, voice so distant and broken. 

He tried to get up but quickly realised how futile it was when he had to bite his lip to keep from crying out. Sharp pain laced through his head and colourful spots flashed in front of his eyes, it felt like his whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. His stomach felt sick and then one by one he lost control of his arms, until finally his head slumped. He could still hear, but control none of his body. Then, like a ghost, he slipped into darkness. 

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5:42pm

From inside the pocket of his jeans, Jimin continued to feel the buzz of his phone. It had been going on for a few minutes now, messages and calls coming through but Jimin shrugged it off as one of the members probably hearing from Seokjin about his anger outburst. 

His hands were shoved in the pockets of his oversized winter coat, his orange hair matted to his forehead as water periodically dripped from the tips and rolled down his face. He'd been walking around for hours now, head down, eyes against the rain-washed pavement as he made his way through the city. He'd calmed down a while ago, so as the anger washed away all that was left to surface was the guilt. 

The guilt sat heavy on his chest, the hurtful words he had shout could never be unsaid and he found himself cursing under his breath for even allowing for his emotions to get so rilled up. This wasn't Yoongi's fault, people couldn't be forced into a relationship, it just wasn't right. 

The soft buzz of Jimin's phone pulled him into the present once more, the male giving an eye roll as he finally slipped his hand into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out the device. He knew he had to return to the tattoo parlour eventually... so sucking in a breath of cold air he switched on the device, bringing his eyes down to the screen. 

He shielded it from the rain, squinting as he skipped past the 3 missed calls and read the first message. 

He dragged his feet to a stop, hands beginning to tremble as his eyes grew wide in disbelief. He had to bring the screen closer to his face to make sure he was reading it correctly, reading it over and over again. 

Namjoon: The tattoo parlour has been infiltrated

Namjoon: Get back here RIGHT NOW

He found his heart begin to race as he pressed a finger against the screen, scrolling down to the next message... one that almost made his heart stop entirely. 

Anonymous: Jimin this is Jungkook

Anonymous: Taehyung and I are just outside of town, we had a run-in with the Jeons. 

Anonymous: Our phones are down and we're messaging from a stranger's phone so please trust that this is us!

Anonymous: Yoongi's in danger

Anonymous: PLEASE don't leave his side this is serious!

A breath left Jimin's lips as he took a step back, "What kind of danger..." he mumbled to no one but himself. He froze, hands now shaking uncontrollably as he remembered the missed calls, quickly unlocking his phone to check who had called him. 

Two were from Seokjin, and one was from... "Yoongi."

With frantic and clumsy motions Jimin swiped over to the voice message, bringing the phone up to his ear. He held it in a death-like grip, his lower lip beginning to tremble as a crackle sounded through the phone and Yoongi's broken voice filled his senses. 

All Jimin could do was allow his eyes to fill with tears as Yoongi's strained voice rung out, so distant and pained Jimin found himself choking back a sob. He brought the phone away from his ear, vision blurred as anxiety began to flood through his veins, the adrenaline was pumping as he fumbled with his phone. "FUCK!" He screamed, not caring for the startled looks he got from passers by as he scrolled through his contact list. 

He pressed down on the call button, pivoting on his feet as he broke out into a sprint. He ran, feet pounding against the rain-washed footpaths as he sprinted his way through the city. The rain and wind was cold against his face as he listened to each ring that sounded from the phone, until finally, Hoseok's furious voice rung through, 

"Jimin do you have any idea-"

"WHERE'S YOONGI!?" Jimin shouted, tears now rolling down his face and mixing into the rain. 

On the other end of the line, Hoseok was taken aback, "What-"

"TRACK HIM!" Jimin only ran faster, "HURRY!" His thighs burned as he sprinted the fastest he had probably sprinted in his life, the slippery tiles of the city streets causing him to almost slip at moments, but nothing was slowing him down. There was one place Jimin knew Yoongi would be... he just needed Hoseok's confirmation. 

There was silence from Hoseok's end, a few seconds or so before the male's voice rung through the phone, "The tracker says he's located on the edge of the city, down by the building near-"

"I know where he is." Jimin responded, immediately disconnecting from Hoseok as he focused on sprinting towards that place. 

He pushed past person after person, not even mumbling an apology as his mind was focused on reaching that one place. He could feel his breaths coming in short and sharp spurts as he began to exhaust himself, but gritting his teeth he pushed on. 

It didn't take more then a few minutes to reach that place, and as he neared the alleyway he could feel his heart drumming in his ears. Oh God he prayed that this wasn't as bad as he feared, that he would round the corner and everything would be okay... that this was just some sick nightmare he couldn't wake up from. 

He ran a hand through his dampened hair as he pushed himself around the corner. 

And he froze. 

Knees almost buckling at the sight before him. 

A wave of nausea washed over him as he felt his breath leave his body entirely, every thought and sound evaporating as his eyes shook at the male laying almost lifelessly on the concrete path. Like a scene straight out of some sick slaughter movie Yoongi lay idle in a pool of his own blood, his hair even soaking it up as some of it stuck together. 

Jimin didn't even realise he let out a cry as he stumbled his way to Yoongi's side, falling to his knees in the blood as he brushed Yoongi's hair from his eyes, his entire body now trembling as he looked at the male's face. Scrapes and bruises coloured his ashy skin, and from his chest down was nothing but open wounds and bloody clothes. Tears streamed from Jimin's eyes as he let out a sob, gently moving Yoongi's upper body off of the cold cement and into his warm embrace. 

The blood was now soaking into his own clothes, so locating one of the wounds, Jimin pressed his palm against the mangled flesh. He was told you were supposed to stop bleeding by putting pressure on wounds. But, oh, there was so much blood - dark crimson, with a discreet, metallic scent. It cascaded across Yoongi's torso, right through Jimin's fingertips. 

From Jimin followed the most hysterical crying, the screaming only interrupted by his need to draw breath. He cradled Yoongi in his arms, digging his head into the male's shoulder as he held him tight... not wanting to let go for even a moment. 

Jimin figured his heart rate was high because the sound of his phone ringing caused him to lift his head, using a shaking hand to answer. 

District Unknown was right around the corner, the car would be faster then an ambulance maybe. 

Still sobbing he didn't care to hear Hoseok's voice, he didn't even care about Bangtan's strict medical rules as he choked out one sentence, gripping the phone tightly in his hand, "Pick me up at my location..." He clenched a fist, 

"HURRY!"