Yoongi stared at the boy sleeping, eyes closed and breathing peacefully. After all that he had survived through, he still slept like a kitten.

It was perhaps ten in the morning, Yoongi didn't know. He hadn't slept all night. How could he? After all the remorse devouring him up. He was just standing at the doorframe of Jimin's room and gazing at the boy sleep from afar. He didn't believe he was entitled to be any nearer.

He hoisted himself off the doorframe when he saw Jimin slightly shifting under the blanket tugged firmly above him. He opened his eyes, rendering Yoongi's heart to jump in worry. He took a step nigher when Jimin sat up. He yearned to take care of him, tell him how much he adored him...but halted his steps, staying where he was; afar.

Their gazes hooked as Yoongi opened and closed his mouth, wanting to say something to cut the thick stillness but couldn't find any words. He wanted to tell Jimin how sorry he was.

But darn with his sorry. It didn't mend anything. It was nothing against what Jimin had to go through.

Jimin's doe eyes were creased, carried this resentment and ache, a glassy layer coating them.

Yoongi wanted to say something so bad, just as he was about to voice a question, Jimin let out a small moan of pain, his eyes averting towards his shoulder which captured Yoongi's attention as well.

Jimin pulled the blanket off his shoulder and Yoongi's breath hitched. The entireness of Jimin's collar was drenched in blood, Jimin inhaled sharply, tugging down the collar of his t-shirt to see what had happened to his puncture mark. Blood was gushing out of it, some already dried and forming a disgusting colour of brown.

"Ah," Jimin let out a small mewl, fastening at his upper arm to stop the terrible throb of his injured wound. His stitches were open. It was no secret that he hadn't taken care of his wound. He knew how to, but couldn't give it much thought. The doctor of the hospital he had woken up in had told him to come for daily dressings but he couldn't care less and had run away as soon as he was discharged.

It tugged at Yoongi's chest when tears slipped past Jimin's eyes. God, he couldn't see the sight. He couldn't see the sight and just do nothing. So they ended up in the closet, standing in front of the mirror as Yoongi cleaned his wound and put a band aid over it. He was shocked Jimin hadn't refused.

The air was thick with emotions as both of them stayed silent. Mostly because Jimin was crying. And Yoongi couldn't do anything, so he tried to suppress it, focusing on changing the band aid, occasionally lifting Jimin's arm slightly, which would add up a wince in his silent sobs.

When Jimin started hiccupping, Yoongi couldn't help it and ask, "Am I doing it too harshly?" He asked, referring to the band aid. Little did he know that wasn't why Jimin was crying. When Yoongi looked up at Jimin, he realised he was looking at his wound through the mirror.

The sudden pain of his wound had made Jimin realise how badly Yoongi had injured him. That's what all the tears were for. He was helpless. It wrecked everything.

"Why couldn't you think twice before doing this to me?" Jimin blubbered out between his crying. "You didn't trust me enough that I wouldn't kill your brother, you didn't love me."

Yoongi's eyes stung at the truth. He just couldn't think twice. Seeing his brother's body, lying limp on the floor had rushed so much adrenaline through him, and his rage had taken over so much when he saw Jimin pointing a gun at him. He had pushed the trigger before thinking anything. He had felt betrayed by Jimin. So betrayed. He wasn't completely at fault to think that...but he had shot Jimin nonetheless. Nothing cleared that up.

"Jimin, I'm sorry..." He helplessly let out and that's when Jimin slapped him, hard across his cheek. Yoongi's head turned to the side by the blow, the echo of the slap resonating throughout the closet. His cheek stung so he placed his palm over it, facing a sobbing Jimin, his teary eyes forcefully glaring at Yoongi, jaw taut and knuckles clenched.

"Get out."

Jimin ordered, stoic. Anyone but Yoongi could do this to him. And if he thought that he could make up for it by bandaging Jimin, he was wrong. He'd never forgive Yoongi. His sorry couldn't kill it.

"Jim-"

"GET OUT!"

Yoongi gave Jimin enough time to change his mind, eyes practically begging to do so. But when Jimin's lips stayed pursed and eyes glaring at Yoongi with so much hate. He knew it was time...time to let go.

And then Yoongi turned around and went away because that's what he thought he deserved. That's exactly what he deserved.

I shot him without thinking twice, I don't deserve to hope about him even seeing me indifferently, let alone be looking at me the way he looked before and forgiving me.

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Two days have been since then.

Jimin hadn't left the house. He was frightened. Initially, because he was scared that Taehyung would track him down and eradicate him. He had rented this house as an isolated locale to obscure. But now he was scared of someone else as well. Hurt even more.

All he had done is wept. Sitting on the sofa, against the shower wall, lying on his bed. He had just wailed and sobbed, clutching at his hair, dragging nails down his cheeks until they were scratched. He cried for hours and hours then got numb. It continued until he felt suffocating inside the house and wanted to go out.

He stepped out of his building, inhaling a drag air for the first time in days. Just as he was about to take a step further, Yoongi blocked him out of nowhere. Maybe Jimin was too caught up with himself to notice the man, so it scared the fuck out of him when Yoongi appeared out of the blue, making him jerk violently.

"Jimin..." Yoongi's voice was hoarse as if he had been shouting very loudly. His entire appearance was a disaster, his hair messy and all over the place, eyes heavier than they usually were, a miserable expression on his face, shirt all wrinkled, and he reeked strongly of alcohol.

Jimin didn't know his tears were so at the edge, he didn't even need to hear anything before they were rushing out. He shuddered, stepping back. "No, no please, I can't do this..." He whispered, shaking his head. He had gone through this kind of storm so many times within three months, and Yoongi being in front of him intensified it even more.

Yoongi undoubtedly started crying as well by seeing Jimin step back, he reached out a helpless hand which wasn't granted by Jimin.

"Please, Jimin... I need you. I need you so fucking much it's killing me."

"No, no..."

"Jimin, I beg of you please listen to me..."

Jimin inhaled sharply to stabilize his wavered breath, mustering up some boldness to speak.

"It hurts to even see you, Yoongi."

Yoongi's lips twitched into a saddened curl.

"Same, Little mob."

Little mob?

It was like honey on Yoongi's mouth, a sense of closeness, a reminder of everything they had. A reminder of Jimin's adorable pout to the glint in his eyes whenever Yoongi called him that.

It was like a tug at Jimin's heart, a sting in his eyes, forcing tears forward.

"No, you don't get to call me that!" He shrieked out loud. His thoughts coming to words. "That name...no one can call me by that! It was given to me by a person whom I trusted with everything! A person who went through hell to gain that trust. He endured so much just to tell me that my life is worth something. He would have never hurt me..."

Jimin paused, looking at Yoongi with blurry eyes. He wanted to believe the man standing in front of him wasn't Yoongi. Because "How could he hurt me?" It came out broken, merely a whisper. "He was my saviour."

Maybe it was because he was a sociopath that he got too attached to Yoongi and now he was hurting more than necessary, but he truly believe it was all real. Jimin pulled his bottom lip with his teeth to keep it from trembling, he gulped, chest heavy with emotions as he gathered himself to say the next sentence.

"But that person was also a lie, and you created the lie so you...-you can't call me by that name."

"It wasn't a lie, baby...I swear it wasn't."

Jimin breathily laughed, tone sarcastic. He wanted to suppress it so deep that his heart fluttered when Yoongi called him 'baby'.

"The wound in my shoulder says something else."

He started walking away from the man and Yoongi immediately ran after, catching Jimin's wrist and almost stumbling in his half-drunken state.

"No Jimin- wait!" He panted, "just wait."

He gathered himself from what he was going to say next. If this was what was going to keep Jimin close to him, then so be it.

"I've come to know a lot...about your parents "

Jimin gaped at Yoongi, mouth opening and closing, eyes widened with shock. He locked himself, inhaling sharply before saying, "you're bluffing. Don't you dare trick me, Min Yoongi-"

"I'm not tricking you I swear!" Yoongi cleared his throat, trying to sound all business with the man he loved. "I know you want to know about them...don't you? I'd tell you everything I know if you just...if you just come with me."

Jimin scoffed. "Why would I trust you? I did it once, remember? You broke it."

"You have no idea how much I regret it...but it's your loss if you don't take this offer. I can provide you with information, Jimin. A lot of information. Being the new mafia leader has its benefits. You'd finally know where you've come from."

Jimin cursed at the fact that Yoongi knew he was pulling onto the very right strings and playing with the very right words. He'd finally know where he had come from. His parents...

How could he resist?

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