The door to the infirmary swung open an d two males ran inside with looks of alarm and panic painted across their features. The small Japanese nurse jumped with a gasp, her bangs fell in front of her wide eyes as she stared at the men in front of her.

Hoseok's features were a bit more calm and controlled, yet the urgency was visible in the way his eyes jumped around the room and his grip tightened on the limp form of Jimin. Despite looking quite calm, Hoseok's once white shirt was now painted a bright scarlet red color and his arms looked like they had been dipped in crimson paint. In his arms, Hoseok carried the unconscious body of Jimin, who had almost stopped breathing on their way to the infirmary- the only reason he had restarted was because of Hoseok giving him quick CPR.

Yoongi, on the other hand, looked frantic as he grabbed a hold of the hospital bed and wheeled it in the middle of the room. His breathing was harsh and eyes were wide, he didn't know what to do as he scampered over to the white medicine cabinets and flung them open. His bloody fingers left behind trails of ruby ​​red before they caressed the surface of bandages and medicine.

The small nurse jump up to her feet, slamming her magazine shut and throwing it on top of her desk, "What's happening?" She gasped in horror at the sight of Jimin before rushing over to him.

Hoseok easily brushed past the nurse in order to walk over to the bed and lay Jimin down on it. Jimin's head rolled to the side and hand fell limply over the edge of the bed as he was placed down. Blood smeared against the white sheets of the bed, only for Yoongi to scramble over to him and quickly rip his shirt off.

A large tear appeared in the middle of Jimin's shirt, revealing the few stray hickey's dancing along his pale skin from Yoongi, and the redness from blood.

"Fuck." Yoongi hissed, reaching out his trembling hands, only to rip them away a second later when he realized that he didn't know what to do. His eyes snapped up to the nurse cowering in the corner with wide eyes and her hands pressed against her lips. A sneer curled around the edge of Yoongi's lips before he marched towards the nurse, making her flinch and stumble into the wall behind her.

"Yoongi-" ​​Hoseok reached out and grabbed him by his arm - allowing a low warning to fall from his lips as he sent Yoongi a warning glare.

Yoongi's narrowed eyes found their way onto Hoseok before flickering over to Jimin. He huffed and ripped his arm out of Hoseok's hold, "Step aside." Yoongi growled lowly, brushing past Hoseok in order to get to the nurse.

Once he reached her, Yoongi grabbed her by her bicep and ripped her away from the wall. The small woman gasped and cried out as she was dragged across the room and pushed into the direction of the bed, "You're a nurse, it's your job to fucking heal people, so do your fucking job." Yoongi hissed, glaring down at the nurse as he pushed a tray full of medical equipment into her direction.

The nurse glance down at Jimin and instinctively took a step back once she saw the state he was in, "I..I don't-" She began to stutter, shaking her head side to side.

Yoongi pounced towards her- his hand wrapped around her throat and other hand curled around a small scalpel resting on the metal tray. He pushed the nurse against the hospital bed and pressed the edge of the scalped against the bottom of her throat, "Fucking figure out how to help him or I swear to god, his throat won't be the only one slit open." Yoongi uttered lowly- voice dancing between the lines of a growl and a hiss. His eyes burned through the bambi eyes of the small nurse, making her brown eyes tear up and lips begin to quiver, "Do you understand?" Yoongi hissed, tightening his hold on her neck and pressing the blade deeper into her skin until it broke and revealed a scarlet red color.

The nurse cried out in pain and fear just as a hand grabbed Yoongi by his scruff and ripped him back. The scalped fell out of Yoongi's hand and cluttered as it fell to the ground, yet Yoongi ignored the sound and stayed glaring at the small nurse. The woman allowed a few sniffles and tears to leave her before she shakily pushed away from the bed and turned around to face Jimin. Yoongi completely ignored the fact that Hoseok had pulled him away, and observed the girl's every move as if she would kill Jimin any second.

"Yoongi." Hoseok's hand settled on his shoulder and his voice caressed his ears. Yoongi's eyes never strayed from the nurse as she sniffled and carefully untied the white cloth wrapped around Jimin's throat, "Yoongi, you need to step outside and allow her to do her work. You're unstable right now and your uncontrollable emotions aren't helping her work. "

Yoongi merely clenched his jaw and narrowed his eye, he took a step forward and allowed Hoseok's hand to slip off his shoulder as he kept watching Jimin. A deep sigh followed after his actions before Hoseok grabbed him firmly and whirled him around.

Yoongi's eyes grew large at the bold action, only for Hoseok to grab him by his cheeks and rip his head upward. Hoseok's face was dark and firm, his lips were pressed into a thin line and brows were narrowed. He leaned down, making sure to glare into Yoongi's eyes and speak firmly as he released the next words, "You need to step outside the room and wait until I come get you. Jimin's gonna be fine if you allow the nurse to do her job without the fear of you looming over her shoulder. " Hoseok straightened back out and dropped his hand to his side before nodding his head towards the door without looking away from Yoongi, "Go ahead."

Yoongi inhaled sharply, staring back at Hoseok for a few more seconds before finally turning his head around to peer at Jimin. He ignored the nurse working on his neck and stared at his angelic features once again.

God, he could never get enough of Jimin's ethereal features or Devine body.

"Kitten."

Yoongi's gaze left Jimin's in a split second and quickly found Hoseok. Despite his soft voice or the nickname falling from his lips, Hoseok's eyes were cold and face was guarded. He didn't show Yoongi any weakness as he used the old nickname. Hoseok just wanted to capture Yoongi's attention and it seemed to be quite hard with having Jimin in the same room, especially if he was in this state.

"Jimin's going to be fine, I promise you that." Hoseok breathed out, not once breaking's eye-contact with Yoongi, "I promise that I'll look after him and make sure he survives. But you have to leave the room and allow the nurse to do her job."

Whiskey colored eyes flickered down to the white tiles and blood dusted boots squeaked as Yoongi shifted around. He blinked down at the ground before clenching his jaw and squeezing his eyes shut. He listened to the sound of Jimin's shallow pants and the nurse cautiously moving around before scoffing and whirling around on his heel.

A glare adored Yoongi's face and a hostile sneer parted his lips. His hands were curled into fists as he stomped towards the door of the infirmary, completely ignoring Hoseok's gaze burning into his back as he left the room.

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  The steady beat of a heart mo nitor caressed the walls of the infirmary. A small body rested in a single bed pushed against the wall. The lavender haired boy was hidden from everyone around him by a white curtain and a thick fluffy blanket wrapped around him.

An equally white bandage was wrapped around Jimin's slim neck with a touch of scarlet red in the middle of it. Jimin's eyes stayed glued shut and his pink lips parted to release soft breaths. His lavender locks tickled his forehead and lashes brushed against his cheeks. Jimin's small fingers momentarily twitched before going completely still once again.

A single chair was pushed against the end of the bed with a pale man occupying it. Yoongi's long fingers stayed curled into a fist that was pressed against his jaw, and his eyes bore into the gray tiles of the infirmary. A deep exhale left him before he lifted his head and turned around to stare at Jimin.

Yoongi observed the way Jimin's plump lips wrapped around each breath leaving him, and the way his black lashes contrasted against his pink cheeks. He observed the way his naturally blond hair began to appear in the form of blond roots, and the way his button nose occasionally twitched in distaste.

Yoongi didn't even realize that he had reached out his hand and placed it on top of Jimin's small foot. His fingers caressed Jimin's foot through the blanket and he didn't notice as his lips lifted into a genuine smile, not until the door to the infirmary opened with a small creak. Yoongi's smile crumbled in the beat of a heart and he ripped his hand away.

Slim fingers gently took a hold of the curtain and pulled it back, revealing Hoseok standing there once again. Yoongi rolled his eyes and slumped against the chair before offering Hoseok a plastic smile, "Can I help you?"

Hoseok ignored Yoongi and frowned as he eyed Jimin before finally allowing his eyes to settle on Yoongi, "What are you planning with Jimin and Taehyung?" Hoseok's question was firm and demanding, it sliced ​​through the air until it reached Yoongi's awaiting ears.

Yoongi's smile shattered and shoulders tensed, "Hoseok-" Yoongi began, sitting up straighter and staring into Hoseok's blank eyes.

"No, really." Hoseok cut him off before he could finish. He took a step towards Jimin's bed and took a careful seat on the corner of his bed- mindful to not accidentally touch or sit on Jimin. Hoseok placed his hands on top of the back of the bed and leaned towards Yoongi, "I know you, Yoongi, more than anyone. Hell, look where I am now because of your mind games. And the best part is that I still ended up locked inside a fucking prison for two years, despite you telling me that you loved me. Imagine what would happen to someone you loathe. "

Yoongi's face softened and frown deepened, "Hoseok, I did love you." He breathed out, reaching out his hand to place it on top of Hoseok's, only for his movements to falter and hand to hover above Hoseok's.

Hoseok stared down at their hands before scoffing and shaking his head, "Yet you loved your gang more." Hoseok grumbled with a biter smile. He pulled his hand away and placed it onto the white bed instead, "That's the thing, Yoongi, you'd sacrifice anything and anyone if it benefits or saves your gang. It doesn't matter if the person is the love of your life or your own family, you'd still do what you have to do, because it's the person you are. " Hoseok huffed out a bitter chuckle, he ignored the flash of hurt in Yoongi's eyes and turned to look at Jimin's unconscious form, "You'd sacrifice him in a heartbeat too."

Yoongi's eyes followed Hoseok's until they led him to Jimin, he watched as Jimin's breathed out a deep sigh and smacked his lips shut, "You don't know that." He whispered under his breath, swallowing down the lump in his throat as a few unnecessary thoughts rushed through his mind.

"No." Hoseok agreed with a nod of his head before turning to stare into the side of Yoongi's face, "But I know that you getting arrested and being in this prison isn't a coincidence. Just like I recognized all of your men coincidentally stationed around Jimin to keep an eye on him. You're not slick at all, Yoongi, I know you've been planning something for a long time. " A dangerous glint coated Hoseok's eyes as he leaned forward and lowered his voice, making sure to not break eye-contact with the pale gang leader, "And the reason you're so protective and worried about Jimin's life isn't because you care about him, it's because you know that if Jimin dies, your plan will fail. "

Yoongi flinched back at Hoseok's words. Not wanting to look into the eyes of the man he once loved or face the reality of his words, Yoongi turned away from him. He bit his cheek and glared at the white curtain swaying ever so slightly as Hoseok stood up from the bed. Yoongi's eyes never strayed from the swaying curtain as he listened to Hoseok parting the curtain to leave.

"Hobi."

Hoseok paused at the sound of his nickname falling from the lips he had once kissed and felt wrapped around his cock. His expression hardened and head swung around in Yoongi's direction, he observed the way Yoongi never met his eyes and looked quite pathetic sinking into the chair with a look of guilt painted across his features.

"I did love you." Yoongi breathed out, finally lifting his head to connect his teary eyes with Hoseok's stone cold ones. He flinched as Hoseok huffed out an empty chuckle and shook his head, "If you loving someone means that they'll end up in prison or even dead ...." Hoseok trailed off, allowing his eyes to momentarily bounce over to Jimin, "... then I hope you don't love him."

And with those words, Hoseok brushed past the curtain and left behind a pain stricken Yoongi and an unconscious Jimin.