Taehyung Pov

The maknae's insistent desire to be free from underneath hoseok and I didn't stop for a whole two minutes. Whilst we dealt with the thrashing and crying boy below us, Jin hyung had Namjoon and Jimin carried Yoongi to his room. After being certain that Yoongi was safe in his room, we released Jungkook and watched him rapidly rush back into his room in a fit of tears and whimpers.

"Should we give him some time alone?" I mumbled to hoseok.

"I think that would be best. We can ask Jimin what happened and then sort things out from there...man, this is fucked up. I'd never expect Jungkook to act like that..."

"I know right? Jesus, what are the managers going to do?"

"Don't even get me started with that. It's going to be hell," we stood staring at Jungkook's white door before silently making our way to the others. As soon as we stepped inside we immediately felt the tense atmosphere.

"Is he ok..?" I whispered to Namjoon.

"It's ok. Just a few bruises but no broken bones. Nothing a little time won't fix," he whispered back whilst looking at Yoongi's limp body on the bed.

"We're lucky our schedule is pretty relaxed for the next few days. All we have to do is practice the new choreography but I'm sure a few missed sessions won't affect the performance too bad. We've pretty much got the moves down anyways," Jin replied; apparently our whispering wasn't very quite, "Anyways, Yoongi how are you feeling?"

"Great..." Yoongi gruffly replied with an obvious sarcastic tone. My gaze flickered to Jimin, who was knelt next to the bed with his fingers entwined with his boyfriend's, and the urge to have knowledge of the situation became too much.

"So Jimin...what actually happened?" I hesitated to ask because I was still unsure if it would be a sensitive topic for him to talk about. Jimin let out a sigh and everyone turned to look at him expectantly.

"It's a long story I'd rather not explain which ended in Jungkook punching Yoongi and Yoongi punching him back in self defence..." As he finished his sentence I saw Jimin lightly squeeze Yoongi's hand. I also noticed Jin's strong gaze on Namjoon. Everyone remained silent, just taking in the situation.

"I'm gonna check on Jungkook..." I shuffled out the crowded room and made sure to close the door as quietly as possible for some reason. I then proceeded to walk towards Jungkook's room. I gently knocked and leant against the door to listen for any movement. There was none.

"Jungkook? Jungkook I'm coming in, okay?" I shouted into the door. I slowly pushed it open, careful to make small and quiet movements in order not to startle the unstable boy. "Jungkook...?"

"Leave me alone..." I heard a small voice emit from under the covers of his bed.

"Jungkook, how you doing...?" I cautiously made my way over to him and lifted the covers off him. He peeked up at my from under his brown bangs; god he looked so fragile. His dark doe eyes were glossy and glistening with his tears that trickled down his milky skin and past his trembling pink lips. His nose was runny and red and his hair was messy and fluffy, shielding his bruised face from the world.

"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" His bellowing voice startled me and caused me to pull away from him. He then began to sob uncontrollably, short gasps barely escaped between his wails of sadness and hiccups. He looked broken.

I subtly made me way to him again, closing the unbearable distance, and climbed into bed with him before embracing him tightly. He tucked his head under my chin and turned on his side so he could wrap his arms around me. I felt his tears roll down my neck so I rubbed soothing circles on his back and began to quietly sing.

Don't think of anything
Don't say even a single word
Just laugh with me, yeah

I still can't believe it
All of this seems like it was a dream
Don't try to disappear, yeah

Is it true, is it true
You, you,
It's too beautiful, so I'm afraid

Untrue, untrue
You, you, you

Will you stay by my side?
Will you promise me?

I'm afraid that if I let go of your hand
You'll fly away, you'll shatter

Will you stop time?
I'm afraid that if this moment passes
This might not happen
That I'll lose you

Butterfly, like a butterfly
Just like a butterfly...

His raggedy breaths were now soft puffs of air that ghosted my skin and the tears had dried on his swollen cheeks. I looked down at his sleeping face and softly brushed the few loose strands of hair back into place before gently shifting out of his bed and tiptoeing out of the room. I let out a breath I didn't even realize I was holding.

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