when jungkook received the phone call, the sun had just set and his heart beat loud and clear in his chest.
he was scared, beyond words.
the statics screeching loudly through the line along with cut words, petit jimin's words, brought jungkook in a cold sweat.
how was that possible?
mustering up some courage, he ran and ran after completely forgetting to lock the door of his own house.
everything was a blur until he reached his hyung's apartment. his trashed up, messier than before, apartment.
petit yoongi hadn't moved a single limb but jungkook couldn't know that. he still sensed something wrong as he rushed towards the unconscious pale boy while trying to get his phone out of his coat.
"hyung," he whimpered, sticking two fingers out to feel petit yoongi's pulse. slow, cold thuds. jungkook shed a tear.
he couldn't go through this again. he wouldn't forgive himself.
