Jungkook was brought to the hospital. Yoongi and Jimin were informed he was to stay for a few hours, while all they could do was stay in the hall, waiting some more for the doctors to tell them it was okay. The nurse who tended to them was kindly trying to keep the calm, but Yoongi wasn't having it – that was, until Jimin was forcefully keeping him down on his seat. Yoongi was furious and he wasn't afraid to show it.

"Somebody attacked my Kookie! Some fucker-!" He raised his arms, slamming his fists against the arms of his chair. Jimin grimaced, physically feeling the pain himself. "Some fucking murderer tried killing my Kookie!"

Yoongi was almost kicked out of the hospital wing for not being able to keep calm. However, with Jimin's help, he had calmed down just enough to stay quiet. But now that he was silent, he seemed to be literally cooking in his seat. Hushed rage was a very, very scary thing, especially when it came to Yoongi.

Jimin didn't say much the time they were sitting there; it felt like forever and it was awfully uncomfortable. A thick feeling overcame his lungs, a dreadful aroma overcame his nose, and an awful sick feeling overcame his body. He was sweating and his head was a bit fuzzy. This was what hospitals do to you, even if you weren't a patient. Or maybe that was just Jimin...

A few minutes later, another doctor came by to see how the two were doing. "How are you tw- Y-Yoongi?!" The nurse gasped and a smile pulled on her face. Yoongi glanced to the girl, his leg tapping aggressively against the ground. He had no idea who this woman was, but her face did seem familiar.

"Oh sorry – I'm the nurse who took care of you while you were in your coma! It seems you've grown well." She nodded. Yoongi rolled his eyes, staring back at the wall in front of him. The nurse cleared her throat, and then glanced over to Jimin. "Oh, who are you?"

Jimin's throat was clogged with death from this hospital. How could she speak so freely? But either way, he tried being nice. With a gentle croak, he mumbled, "Jimin."

"Hi Jimin, I'm Taeyeon! You're looking a bit pale, would you like a drink?" Jimin hesitated with a little nod, his eyes cowering from hers. She later came back with a water bottle and Jimin started drinking immediately, though in little sips here and there. The water was warm.

"Is Jungkook going to be okay?" Yoongi interrupted. Taeyeon frowned, but assured he was going to be fine. She explained the situation; it was safe to say he was choked, most likely attempted murder. Immediately Yoongi thought of the murderer. Jimin stopped sipping his water, staring down at the ground. He shook his head, squeezing the water bottle with unexplained emotions.

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Jungkook left the hospital a few hours after that. They questioned Jungkook, making him write out what he saw but he refused to write anything. They told the boys to watch over him for a few nights, for obvious reasons as well as giving them a bottle of prescribed painkillers. They mentioned to maybe look over his behaviour, too, since it was most likely a traumatic experience.

He seemed really out of it that late night. He looked around like he was searching for someone, wide eyes darting around wildly while clinging tightly onto Yoongi's arm, like he'd disappear if he didn't hold him hard enough. When they got home, Yoongi was absolutely heart broken.

His baby had bloodshot eyes (though they looked much better now), a swollen neck, thick finger bruises, and a pale face. When he was walking next to him the whole way to their home, he could hear the many attempts of Jungkook swallowing and breathing, but they sounded so pained already. It was awful to think that just a few hours ago Jungkook was running around with a smile like a cute boyfriend.

Yoongi carefully put Jungkook on the couch, rubbing circles on the boy's back. He hushed the boy as he started tearing up, sniffling while the painkillers he took at the hospital kicked in. "I'm here, Kookie," He hummed, bringing him in for a closer hug, "It's okay. I'm here."

That made Yoongi think. Jungkook's vocals were injured. He wouldn't be able to sing for a while! God, what kind of unfortunate even did Yoongi drag Kookie into now? Not only was his health affected, but also his future...!

Oh, Kookie, this really affected you badly, didn't it? 

"Listen Kookie, I'm so sorry I got you involved." Yoongi lightly kissed the top of Jungkook's head. "I knew this was going to get dangerous eventually – I should've kept you safer." But Jungkook started shaking his head vaguely. "What is it?" Yoongi asked, although felt stupid for asking because Kookie couldn't talk or it would hurt (or just be plain inaudible). Jungkook got out his phone and started typing. He noticed a few times, Jungkook hesitated to put something down and deleted a few words, too, but finally showed Yoongi the screen.

I don't blame you 💕. It was my fault. I went outside because I thought you and Jimin were... doing things in your room. Im sorry I got jealous because you two were once boyfriends right? I just feel so left out so I left. Then I walked about 3 blocks away from home and that's when he attacked me. Yoongi I was scared... Whoever the man is do you think it's the murderer? he told me I was the murderer while he strangled me. I don't understand what I did wrong Yoongi...

The boy shed a few more tears. Yoong squinted, having a hard time understanding some of the sentences without the commas, but he quickly understood. "Oh my God Kookie, I'm so fucking sorry!" Yoongi full on embraced him – as carefully as he could. "I love you, I'd never leave you! Oh Jungkook, I didn't know you felt this way." He stroked Jungkook's hair, keeping this heartbroken sensation in his heart while he hugged the boy.

"I won't ever let you go." But he had to now or else he'd be suffocating Kookie, too. When Jungkook strained a smile, Yoongi beamed, as well. "I think that you should get some sleep. And don't worry about your classes; I'll get Jiyeon to pay for someone who'll take notes for you." Jiyeon, that woman who took care of him when he was young, after the incident with his father.

Yoongi was to leave the couch to grab Jungkook something to drink, but Jungkook grabbed onto Yoongi's sleeve and kept him sitting down. The black haired boy waited for Jungkook's text, but what he got in return was something he wasn't expecting.

He has my key card. 

"He what?!" Yoongi gulped, instinctively staring at the doorway. "Fuck." He cursed under his breath. That meant that he now knew exactly where Yoongi lived. Jungkook was in danger – why didn't he tell the nurses at the hospital? Was he too scared? "Shit!"

Jimin, who was forgotten in the room, stared at the scene in front of him. He was now an unknown man in an unknown place, an unknown relationship with unknown strangers. Apparently... Yoongi doesn't love Jimin anymore. After what they said in the bedroom...

~ Flashback ~

"You came to see me because you loved me?"

Jimin was taken aback by the suddenly act of bluntness. "I-I..."

Yoongi narrowed his eyes. Jimin looked away with a shudder, nodding.

"You had to deal with looking at me every single day since you came here, and had to pretend like nothing happened between us?" Yoongi started walking slowly to Jimin but the boy kept taking a little step back.

"I did." Jimin's lip quivered. His heart started to throb. Every single day he had to make-believe as if Yoongi wasn't somebody he knew – somebody that was so fucking precious to him ever since he was a young boy – he had to pretend that none of that ever fucking happened for months, living with him in the same god damned house. He had to pretend like that wasn't anything at all. That was the most dreadful thing he'd ever been through, and oh did Jimin go through some nasty things during the past 6 years. Do you know how much that hurts?

"You had to watch me love someone else that wasn't you..." Yoongi's voice was deeper now. Jimin's back hit against the wall, his escape now doomed. He saw Yoongi still walking closer to him, but he had nowhere to go now. Jimin didn't answer, instead letting a tear fall.

All those times he and Jungkook were getting close, all those times they kissed in front of him, all those times they said 'I love you' to one another, his heart broke and broke and broke. Those times that he and Yoongi said that to one another were long gone, but he wanted to say it one more time. No, he couldn't, though. Yoongi loved Jungkook.

And why did I come, anyway? Did I hope that Yoongi and I could somehow be together again?

His heart was only in more pain than it ever was before.

"I made you that cute little glove... That's all you had of me during those 6 lonely years." Jimin gasped upon those words. Jimin opened his mouth to ask how Yoongi knew that, but a pair of lips touched his own. He melted under Yoongi's touch, letting the boy do anything he was going to do. Jimin craved for this man's touch for over 6 fucking years; he had no self-control anymore.

Yoongi pulled away, his hot breath fanning over Jimin's mouth, tempted to be pecked again. That kiss had felt way too short... "I read more than you think from your diary." Yoongi displayed something from his hand; though it took Jimin a few seconds to clear his head, but upon registering what the object was Jimin quickly looked down at his now naked left hand. He immediately covered it up with his sleeve.

"M-My glove...!"

Hands slid over his back, making their way down to his hips. Yoongi's chest was against Jimin's. The pink haired boy's breath hitched when Yoongi licked his ear. "Did you miss this?" Jimin shook his head, unable to understand why Yoongi was doing such a thing to him. "I remember." Yoongi paused. "I remember you." Jimin's eyes fluttered, attempting to get the water out of his eyes. The black haired boy looked Jimin in the eye, brushing his pink locks from his eyes. "I remember your soft black hair." Yoongi's thumb stroked Jimin's wet cheek, "I remember your cute chubby body." He inhaled with a shaky breath. "I remember what your parents did to you."

"H-How did you..." Jimin croaked, bringing a hand on his face to wipe his tears.

"I looked through your diary while you were out – I'm sorry. I also had a flood of memories come, too. They nearly fucking killed my brain," He chuckled.

Yoongi came to see Jimin's room for the first time, but Jimin wouldn't let him in that night. It wasn't the first time he tried pushing him away, but that night Yoongi wasn't having it. Luckily for Yoongi, Jimin's parents were out, so Jimin let him in finally for a few minutes. He remembered that the place looked clean, and even neat. Everything looked pretty normal, and for a moment he thought that all the things Jimin had told him about his parents were probably over exaggerated stories. Then there was Jimin's room.

Yoongi shook his head, hugging the pink haired boy in front of him once again. "I'm so fucking sorry I treated everything about you horribly when you came here." He remembered that Jimin's room was barely even a room – the walls were tearing apart, the floor was old hardwood, with only one little window. Other than that, there was absolutely nothing in his room. Nothing but his backpack, a pillow and the three blankets he bought specifically for Jimin in the far right corner of the room.

"Hey... Jiminnie," He couldn't stop petting his bangs now, as one question lingered on his mind. "Why did you change your hair colour?"

Jimin blushed at the stupid reason he had. "... I-I had doubts you lost your memories, so... It was just a precaution, so you didn't know it was me..."

Yoongi tilted his head, "It's cute, but... Why would you want to hide yourself from me?"

"Because I'm..." He hesitated. "Because you left me! You didn't want me anymore!"

He didn't quite hear that. "I what?"

"You-You said..." Jimin shook his head, sniffling up tears. "I don't want to say it. Please. I don't want you to remember! I don't want you to think that way of me like that again!" He sobbed into Yoongi's chest, gripping tightly on his shirt.

Yoongi pulled him in, feeling the wet fabric on his skin, though not knowing how to respond to this. He didn't remember everything. There were still gaps. Hearing this coming out of Jimin made him feel awful, and at the same time terrified. If he was a bad person, did he really have something to do with his own father's murder?

What the hell happened between us?

Whatever it was, Jimin had every right to let his feelings out. Maybe that's why he went on a rampage? "You've been keeping this in for years... I'm so sorry." Physically, he felt his chest paining just over the idea of Jimin having to live with this, alone, for 6 years. Meanwhile, Yoongi was blissful with a new boyfriend, only trying to figure out what happened to his father a few years after his death.

Yoongi wasn't exactly interested in it for about 3 years. Jihyun, his caretaker, was all he needed, including catching up on his classes which weren't that hard, anyway. He didn't even remember his father, so that was a reason why he didn't want to search up anything about himself. She didn't question it, either – Yoongi had this feeling she didn't want him to know.

It wasn't until those notes started coming in, that he started wondering what had happened that night.

The notes from the murderer.

"Jimin." He looked down at the pink hair from the top of his head wearily. What if...?

Jimin let out an audible noise, and Yoongi bit his lip, whispering, "... I love you."

~ Flashback over ~

Jimin gulped. He looked down at his covered hand again, thankful that it was there. It will be, and always will be the only thing that reminded him of Yoongi. He should be lucky with just that. He was tired of seeing his life break apart. He was tired of seeing the broken relationship he had with Yoongi. He and Jungkook deserve each other; Jimin was just in the way. "I promise, I'll start making things right." With that said, although neither of the two heard him, Jimin left the building.

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welp 

who still thinks jimin or jin is the murderer?

who knows whats gonna happen next? does anyone have any ideas?