"yoongi," jungkook's breathing was ragged and stiff, coming in short, heavy hitches.

"what is it? are you okay?"

"i'm... i'm fine. it's just, hoseok's in the hospital." jungkook paused to breathe. "he hurt himself really badly. i'm so scared and... and-"

"i'll be right there."

he hung up and bolted out the door.

***

yoongi was merely inches from breaking down when he saw the bloody bandages around hoseok's arms.

"why?"

it was all he could bring himself to say.

the tears came when hoseok replied.

"i'm sorry."

"you stupid, fucking bastard; what are you sorry for?" hoseok's face was nothing but a blur through yoongi's teary eyes. "next time you consider doing something like this, call me, and i'll do anything to help stop you."

yoongi sighed. "jungkook won't stop crying. i hope you know how to calm the kid, because i sure as hell don't."

hoseok laughed softly. "he'll be okay," he said. "the 'kid' probably knows a lot more than we think."

yoongi nor jungkook left until late at night. when hoseok fell asleep, yoongi left the room and found jungkook sitting in the hall.

they walked to the cafe together and had some coffee, silence engulfing them and astute eyes skimming over the view outside.