Don't be scared when I am around (yoonmin) [finished]

[Warning triggering content]

''You don't understand Yoongi''.

''What? Tell me what I don't understand. I want to help you''.

''I cannot face him. Every time I see his face I feel like he hates me''.

''He doesn't hate you. He just...''

''Doesn't like me''.

''Do you want me to talk to him ?''.

''I cannot deal with this situation right now. I have other things in my mind''.

''Such as ?...and don't say homework cause I might end up killing you''.

''I was thinking about Jimin's birthday in two days, but homework is also important, cause...''.

''How could I forget about Jimin's birthday? What am I going to get him? And you think you are the one with problems, Taehyung'' Yoongi said exasperatedly.

''I have already bought him something, so I don't have to worry about that. We are still following the plan, right ?''.

''Oh, yeah. Yes, yes we do''.

''Thanks for bringing me home, Yoongi. Do you want to come in?'' Tae offered him, having arrived at his house.

''No, thanks Tae. I should be going. Promise me that you are calling the guys to tell them that you are alright''.

''Don't worry. See you on Monday. Oh, and Yoongi''.

''What is it?''.

''You might want to check my Instagram'' Tae said with a small smirk on his face, walking in his home.

''Okay ?????'' Yoongi wondered what Taehyung meant by that. He was always a little stupid and yet, in reality the boy was so clever. A lot of people misjudged him.

Yoongi walked down the pavement, stopping in front of Jimin's house. Its porch was so beautiful and the yard had a huge variety of flowers, full of colour and life. The exact opposite of what is really going on inside Jimin's house.

In that moment, he realised that he had never visited Jimin's house. He knew how unapproachable it must be, considering the way Jimin is being treated. The last sleepover the boys had in Jimin's house was two years ago. The boys didn't mind, but Jimin hated the fact that he couldn't even bring his friends to his own room - a restriction his father initiated-.

It was close to 13:00 so Jimin must have returned from Jungkook's house. Yoongi remembered that his parents were away for a business trip, having seen that the garage was empty. He decided to ring the bell, hoping that Jimin wouldn't be mad at him for earlier.

''Hey, Jimin'' Yoongi said, ringing the bell. Nobody answered him. He knocked again. Still no answer. He could swear he heard some noises, perhaps it was his vivid imagination, playing tricks on him.

Now he certainly heard a voice.

His mind quickly flooded with memories of Jimin's bruised wrists, their first meeting in the bathroom, Jimin's inability to play basketball due to the suffocating pain. His parents were abusing him, he was sexually assaulted twice, he was forced to quit being with his friends and coerced to stop doing what he loves -dancing-. And yet this unselfish creature only cared for his friends. For Hoseok in the bathroom incident, for Yoongi when Lisa tried to take advantage of him. Jimin is an angel.

With those thoughts in his head, Yoongi found an open window and jumped in the house. He understood that he walked right into Jimin's room, considering the immense amount of colours on the walls. The room was so strange, the decorations, the furniture even the colours on the walls. He heard the voice again. He noticed a small letter, onto Jimin's bed. He followed the voice and his eyes met the most heartbreaking spectacle of his entire life.

Jimin was lying down the concrete ,mantel floor, shaking. His little, brown eyes were now puffy, red, sorrow, distress and affliction still lingering inside them. His body was cold, unsteady. His wrists were dripping blood and were cut in all sort of directions. They had multiple cuts, each one deeper that the other, showing that Jimin was not satisfied with the outcome. Something that he always did. He was still holding the razor blades in his small hands, and he was breathing heavily, his lungs barely moving.

Yoongi stood there for a moment, not exactly knowing what to do. He couldn't call an ambulance because in that way, his parents would find out that they were together and they would punish Jimin harder this time. He has been in a similar situation in the past but he had his grandma. His grandma.

''Grandma...'' Yoongi's voice cracked because he was crying really hard.

''What is it honey, you are scaring me, are you alright?''  she answered the phone, extremely worried.

''I need you to come to Jimin's house as fast as you can. It's not too far from ours. You know where it is?''.

''I do. What is going on Yoongi ?''.

''Just come quickly. Quickly grandma'' Yoongi hang up the phone and diverted his eyes to Jimin. He quickly found the first aid kit in a drawer. It seemed like it was frequently used. He cleaned the blood from Jimin's hands and tried to tie his swollen wrists. Yoongi's hands were shaking so badly. The boy he liked so much is in his hands and he is unable to save him. Like his parents death all over again. He knew he couldn't save them. They were doomed after the fall. But he can save his Jimin.

He tied the bandages properly and gave Jimin some pills, appropriate for his situation. He heard the bell ringing and run down the stairs to open the door.

''Hold on Jiminie...''.

He opened the door, averting his eyes from his grandma's worried expression and led her into the bathroom where Jimin's body was.

''Oh, my God. Why ...did he do this to himself? I..I...''.

''Grandma you were a doctor, just please...'' Yoongi sobbed.

''Son, I...''.

''Grandma, I love this stupid boy, just please make it all okay'' Yoongi wrapped his hands around his knees and sat in a corner, observing his grandmother.He was a kid after all. A kid that has suffered more than most adults have,in their entire lives. She treated each and every single one of his wounds carefully and she commanded Yoongi to prepare  a warm bath.

He was still breathing. Yoongi felt like all his worries vanished out of thin air. He left the room while his grandmother cleaned Jimin's body with a sponge. Yoongi cleaned the blood blemishes on the floor and found some clothes for Jimin. They dressed him up, Yoongi's eyes not glancing at all on Jimin's naked body, because he didn't want to see him naked like this. Not without his content. His grandma asked him to go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine, necassary for Jimin's convalescence.

Yoongi ran like the wind to buy the pills. His grandma put Jimin on the bed, taking his blood pressure. She warmed up some microwaved soup she found in the fridge, and sat beside Jimin, anticipating for Yoongi.

''I got them. These things are too expensive'' he said, trying to catch his breath.

''Give him one when he wakes up. Change his bandages every single hour. I have to leave for a bit. I have something to do. Prepare him some clothes, cause he is coming home with us tonight. I am leaving him on your hands''.

''Thank you so much''.

''He is a sweet boy Yoongi. Good job'' she said, kissing them both, and left.

Yoongi sat there beside Jimin, playing with his orange locks. After an hour he changed his bandages, just as his grandma tought him. He opened his phone and went to Tehyung account. He saw that the picture Taehyung had posted looked exremely familiar. It had over one thousand likes. He looked at it again, recognising his own hands, that were interlocked with Jimin's. Yoongi wasn't a softy, but when he was around the boy ,a new side of him made its appearance. Sitting beside the boy, he noticed the letter. He immediately recognised Jimin's handwritting.

It was a suicide note. Jimin wanted to kill himself. He despised nosiness, the most ,among other things. But he couldn't stop his urge and opend to read the letter.

He hugged Jimin's body softly, and started rubbing his back soothingly, with his thumb.