Fully written by Gonewiththewind03!

Ship: Yoonjin

Summary: Yoongi chances upon his boyfriend being in the worst of conditions. And he tries to make it better.

🔻(TW - warning of blood, self harm)🔺

College student! Min Yoongi
College student! Kim Seokjin

Song: Don't - eAeon, RM

2064 words

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Yoongi made it a point to tell his boyfriend, Jin that he made Yoongi fall pretty hard in love. But it all came crashing the day he found Jin crying with his wrists in his other hand. Clutching on his wrists, Jin curled up into a ball of fur on the white marble floor.

Let's reel back in a little, before diving into the situation posed. Jin and Yoongi had been the best of friends since they were 8. And soon with the realisation of developing a crush on each other, they took the next step.

Jin had proposed to Yoongi, on a cold afternoon. Not quite the romantic atmosphere, but it didn't affect either of them, as it finally meant they could do all those cringey things that lovesick couples did. But to be quite frank between me and you, they already were deemed to be a couple by their classmates.

Under the roof of Yoongi's bedroom, Jin popped the question so casually,

"Yoongi-chi, what would you do if I said I liked you?"
Jin asks while swinging his legs off the bed.

"Dumbass, I know you love me. If not, I'm gonna take my shoes out."
Yoongi sternly scolds.

"No... Not like that, but... You know...?"
Jin nervously stammers with a gaze on the ground.

"Oh!... Oh okay, then I'll reply that I love you too hyung."
Yoongi says with a dumb smile plastered on his face.

"Do you mean it?"
Jin asks yet again, as he couldn't believe the words he had just heard.

"Of course. I've had a crush for the past one year, so it wouldn't be fair to let me suffer, would it hyung?"
Yoongi teases his best friend/ future boyfriend.

"So, be my boyfriend?"
Jin asks with twinkling eyes which hardly couldn't be resisted by Yoongi who gave the smallest peck as the answer.

Jin had by then, came to terms that Yoongi is his new forever. But back to today, Yoongi couldn't help but be dumbfounded at the sight of his boyfriend on the white floor which was stained with red.

The red colour so vibrant and bright, unlike the pain that it brought to both of them. The red which could revive you, but could also kill you at the same time. The red which hurt the memories of the past.

The red being the blood.

Unable to see this anymore, Yoongi quickly took upon himself to move forward and help the other. No matter the questions that hurt his head, no matter the tears that threatened to leave, no matter the heavy in his heart, Yoongi will help Jin. And that's a promise due on himself.

"Hyung.... hyung.... Jinnie"
A faint familiriazed voice was heard as Jin lay in the cold after slitting his wrists. Oh! How he just didn't want to get from the mess on the floor. But he couldn't just lay there. Reason being Yoongi.

What if Yoongi found out that he slit his wrists? What if everything goes wrong? What if he is disgusted with Jin? What if Yoongi hates Jin for this What if he cries because of Jin?

The queries in his head didn't get a rest, as everything jumbled up, to even notice that Yoongi had made him sit upright against the wall of the washroom.

Jin opened his bloodshot red eyes to face Yoongi who was searching for a wet cloth. The shorter who was wearing a light blue shirt had spots of red as if the blood created abstract artwork on his clothes.

Soon, Yoongi came in sight for Jin to focus on. Both of them hadn't noticed the damped cheeks that they held with much sorrow. Carefully pulling Jin's wrists out of his own hold, Yoongi took the cloth to clean it off.

Yoongi gently wiped with dainty fingers onto the thin wrists which had slashes of light red on the burning skin. As the thick liquid cleared off as the cloth absorbed it all, the cuts came into sight. They weren't much deep, for it was his first time. And Yoongi prayed it would be Jin's last time.

This would require a lot of work which he will put in. Jin winced with a scowl as it stung. The air that brushed on his fresh wound had the scent of the metallic love. Blood.

It was addictive. The fragrance of blood was neither sweet, nor bitter. One that could still lull him to sleep. One that made him drowsier with each passing minute. Was it possible for someone to be addicted to blood at the first instance?

"Shush hyung. I'll make it better. No worries."
Yoongi hushed Jin who sobbed loudly. All of Jin's high had faded as he focussed back to the reality which filled him with shame.

Shame and disappointment.
Fear and desperation.
No regrets.

He needed that high even if lasted for a few minutes. That escape from his own destructive thoughts. That chilling warmth even if it killed him.

"I-I-m s-sorry, yoonie."
Jin stuttered out as his head fell onto Yoongi's shoulders who held him tightly. Even if it meant for his shirt to be stained with his boyfriend's blood.

"No, don't. Just come on, I'll clean this up later, let's change up and get you into bed."
Yoongi rubbed Jin's back while uttering the words.

"But-"
Jin tried interrupting, alas Yoongi was faster.

"Not now baby. Yoonie will try to make it better. Did you eat anything?"

Yoongi asked in a voice which would normally used with babies. With his highly wrecked emotional state, it was necessary for him to be serenaded. And Yoongi did the same while wiping of the tears from the other's handsome features.

Jin shook his head as an answer to the previous question. Yoongi had already taken some bandages from the first aid box from the shelf to wrap his hyung's wrists. With much concentration, Yoongi was done with the necessary medical attention.

"Okay then, let's get some noodles."
Yoongi smiled even though the muscles in his chest hurt seeing Jin so pale and weak.

After helping Jin change into some black trackpants and his favourite blue tee, Yoongi left to the kitchen to get some noodles. His mind was filled with thousands of thoughts, but he couldn't find a single one which could be pinpointed.

Getting out the hot water from the kettle, Yoongi poured it into the instant ramen set aside. With some kimchi on the side, he set course to Jin's bedroom.

Jin, on the other hand had no thoughts. None. Just a blank mind trying to rewind the moments ago. But it clearly didn't work.

"Jinnie, c'mon up. Start eating I'll come soon."
Yoongi ushered the chestnut haired boy to eat the hot spicy ramen noodles.

He too wanted to join Jin, but remembering that his shirt was still dirtied and not wanting to trigger Jin more, he rushed outside to grab one of his boyfriend's small hoodies (which was large enough for him to reach the thighs).

With no words exchanged both of them are the food in peace. The atmosphere in the room was heavy. Heavy enough to suffocate anyone. Heavy enough to be cut by a knife.

But, Jin found comfort in that eerily strange state. And who was Yoongi to make his love/ his best friend go through more trouble? Thus, he let the unsettling elephant in the room without digging up further.

Yoongi put the dishes in the sink for later, while Jin brought out his favourite pale pink comforter. Pink could be seen as girlish and too cringey by many, but Jin couldn't care less. Pastel colours have always been his favourite. Until recently he found liking for darker colours. Like the deep shade of red in the blood.

Yoongi came back to the bedroom to find Jin turning his back towards the door cuddled up. Without thinking twice, Yoongi creeped in beside Jin to hug him from behind. Though the taller should be the big spoon, Jin loved being held by Yoongi.

The younger's scent felt like the Daises in the fields. And the older couldn't help but let the feelings was out after being held by Yoongi. The latter had already made plans for tomorrow. The both of them acted as if one of them hadn't just slit his pretty wrists. As if the bathroom floor wasn't stained a few hours back. As if Jin had even come to terms to take the blade in his hand.

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"Come on hyung!"

Yoongi held Jin's other wrist which wasn't covered in the same white like the floor yesterday. As the sun rose up early, Yoongi was the first to wake up. After untangling himself from his boyfriend's strong hold, he took into notice Jin's bandages which needed a little bit of changing- since the yellowish red liquid had seeped through out.

Without waking up the older, who was pretty tired, Yoongi changed the bandages carefully. Not wanting to wake his cute yet fucked-up-at-the-moment boyfriend the shorter backed off to wash up, (both himself and yesterday's clothes) get ready.

"Yoonie... Where are we going on?"

Jin asks an excited Yoongi. Both of them were seated in their car. And given Jin's inability to drive at the moment, it was Yoongi who did the main role of transporting them to the place. The blond wasn't one to initiate trips or picnics and Jin found it strange.

He had woken up to a small Yoongi who was drowned in his black shirt looking him right in the eye. Jin had by then wiped his itchy eyes as a start to a better day. He had a complete Wipeout of yesterday's disasters, until he felt the throbbing ache in his hands. Yoongi had to remind him not to wet the bandaging while washing himself clean.

"It wouldn't be a suprise otherwise."
Yoongi answered the unsuspecting boy who let his shorter boyfriend lead him to that unknown place.

Jin hummed a tune he had heard that morning. Jin wasn't himself today. His quirky, funny attitude thrown out of the world for once was upsetting. He was stiff for most of the time for some reason. And Yoongi noticed it. The unusual quietness that hung above Jin's head. The uneasy feeling that clouded his features.

And to resolve this issue was the same reason why Yoongi planned this unexpected trip to the past. The younger was always shielded and protected by Jin for most of the times. For the taller it was more of an instinct to serenade his best friend/ boyfriend.

But with yesterday's turn up of events, Yoongi realised that Jin needed him as much as he needed the other. It was finally his chance in pacifying and understanding the older.

Yoongi being the affectionate and empathetic person he is, he didn't force Jin to speak as to why he had done it. Done the act of spilling blood by his own actions. Done the act of self inflicting pain. Even if the shock, disappointment, sadness and grief made Yoongi lose his composure inside, he didn't let it affect Jin in any way.

Yoongi wanted Jin to be much comfortable in his own space. Let him reflect as to what overcame his conscious to adore the blade.

"Hyung, you okay?"
Yoongi asked softly, soon realizing the humming had stopped.

"Hmm... Yeah"
Jin answered with an unconvinced tone. As if he wasn't able to identify himself since yesterday.

It was an expected outcome, especially with the dissection of the event hadn't yet taken place. They chose to ignore it all. Ignore the signs of the impending doom that their talk would have.

But, Yoongi was sure of himself that it can all be bettered for good. He'll hold onto his other half's hand so tight as to not let him fall in the abyss of darkness. He'll comfort his worries, pacify Jin's heart of gold. Everything to ensure that his lovely boyfriend will be okay.

Why are they so cute? Science explain this? :-\