Yoongi opened his eyes; it was quiet now. the hallway was empty. The boys had left him to sleep. He checked his phone, He'd barley slept an hour. Yoongi really didn't feel better, in fact he felt worse. Visiting hour was almost over.
He got up to go into Taehyung's room. He'd regret it if he didn't go in. A nurse walked out, looking up at him with surprise. "Sir, visit hours are over. I'm sorry but you're—"
"Please let me see him. I'm so worried about him." The boy pled with the woman, his voice breaking with panic.
She looked at him a moment. Then she nodded and opened the door. "Be quick, he's tired."
Yoongi rushed into the room seeing a bed covered in wires. A heart monitor beeped steadily in the background. And, in the center of it all—Taehyung. He looked small in the big bed; smaller than how he'd looked on the stretcher. His wrists were wrapped thickly, his eyes closed.
Yoongi's chest heaved as he dropped to his knees at Taehyungs side. He'd done this to Tae. Taehyung had tried to kill himself because of what Yoongi had done in the past—because of Namjoon's pettiness.
A hand touched his head.
He looked up and Taehyung is smiling at him, his boxy smile. He ran his fingers through the older's hair. "I was hoping I'd see you, Hyung. it's okay, you know?"
"But it's not, Tae—" Yoongi pulled himself up.
"It is. Namj—Namjoon told me—" Taehyung had trouble saying his name. "Everything."
Taehyung reached out and flipped Yoongi's wrist, revealing his sleeve with the gang mark burned into his skin. Taehyung traced them gently, as Yoongi tried not to flinch. Tae's smile faded.
"Please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad, this is my fault." Yoongi took the other's hands, holding them close. "I'm not asking for forgiveness; I'm going to get rid of Namjoon, okay? I promise." Yoongi looked up at the younger boy.
Taehyung as watching him sleepily. "Okay. Just-just don't get lost again, yeah? I've got to get better soon, you know?"
Yoongi nodded. "Please get better and call me if you need anything. I'll come as quick as I can."
Tae nodded. His eyes shifted to the door. Yhe nurse was watching them sadly. Yoongi pulled Taehyung in for a hug before leaving the room.
He couldn't go home. He'd go to Jungkook's instead. He owed his boyfriend an explanation.
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FanfictionJJK-MYG Yoongi is balancing running from the mafia, balancing his love life and keeping it all hidden from his friends. But it's all his fault, right?
