Jimin's POV

As soon as we walked into the cabin, I turn on the lights, and dart for the kitchen. I need to eat something to calm me down a little.

I start to dig through the pantry looking for something that can ease my panic. I'm realize I'm still touching him too much, and it seems to bother him.

Will he start to hate me because I'm always too clingy?

"Where's your mom?" Taetae says as he looks around, half-expecting her to come out from a corner and jump him.

His voice makes me turn to him, but my focus is still finding something to nibble on.

I finally find a container of chocolate chip cookies when I answer his question, and I take out a cookie or two before putting it back.

Does this mean it's only you and me?" He says, now sounding a little nervous.

Why is he getting nervous?

"Well, yeah basically," I say as I raise an eyebrow, wondering if Taetae was joking or not about that obvious answer. So?"

"It-it's nothing," he stutters a little.

He start to fidget a lot, seeming semi troubled about something. Maybe I should offer him a cookie, it's definitely a better snacks than his way past due date yogurt.

"Hey, do u want one," I chew-say, raising one up so he knows what I'm talking about.

"N-no thanks," he says, not even looking me in the eyes.

I shrug at his answer. More for me then I say as I shove it into my mouth.

I dust my hands of the little crumbs as I swallow the rest of it. I take a deep breath after as I calm myself from the panicked state I was in before.

"Ok," I say as start to walk out of the kitchen, feeling less stressed about the touching thing since I ate the cookies.

"Take off your shirt," I tell Taetae as I loom over him sitting in the living room. He's still staring off into space as he starts to pull it up, but stops halfway and turns his gaze quickly towards me.

"Wait, What?!" He says as he looks at me questionably and shocked.

"Take off your shirt," I say again, a little louder just in case I mumbled before.

He looks at me questionably, like I'm not making any sense.

"YOUR. SHIRT," I say slowly and carefully as I make excessive hand movements." TAKE. IT. OFF."

"Shut up," he scoffs as he punches me, making me chuckle at his reaction. " Why do I have to take it off?"

"What do you mean," I say as I let my last few chuckles escape my lips; me now starting question a little. "To treat your bruises of course."

He seems like a computer still loading an update as he processes everything, so I say something before he completely finishes his update.

"I'll be right back," I says as a stagger back a little, turning swiftly to go in the direction of the bathroom.

"YOU DON'T HAVE TO TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT YET," I yell from the other room as I look for what I came for.

Once I find what I went into the bathroom for, I come back into the living room and rest it down on the coffee table in front of Taetae.

He stares at the white case with the red cross on it then looks up to stare at me with questionable eyes.

"What's that," he says pointing to the medical case.

"The equipment I'm gonna patch you up with," I say as I sit down next to him, making sure to keep a good distance from him.

I open the case and put some peroxide on a cotton, making sure not to add too much to make it super soggy. Taetae watches my every hand movement as I do this.

I start to reach carefully towards his face with the cotton in my hand, and he stares at it intensely as it gets closer to his cheek, suddenly grabbing my wrist when it was only centimeters away from touching his skin.

"What are you doing?" He says seriously as he holds my wrist, surprising me.

"I'm just going to clean the cut," I say, not knowing what to do in this situation.

"Oh, Sorry," he says as he slowly lets go of my wrist, putting his hand back onto his lap.

"Taetae," I giggle at his sudden behavior as I start to move in with the cotton once again. "Why are you so nervous?"

The cotton swab touches a bruise on his face and he flinches at the pain of his cut disinfecting.

"I'm not nervous," he says, but I can tell that's a total lie. He always scratches apart of his body when he lies; this time it's his arm.

"Taetae if you don't tell me how you feel or if something is wrong, I can't help you," I say as I clean other bruises on his face.

Every time he makes a pained expression at the stinging of the peroxide doing its job. After a few minutes, I can tell that he has no intention in telling me why he's so nervous.

I sigh at his surprising yet not surprising stubborn side, and give up on the question knowing he wouldn't answer it. There was silence for a decent amount of minutes while I cleanse the bruises on his face.

"Jiminie, are you ok?" Taetae asks me all of a sudden with worry overflowing in his voice.

Why is he asking that?

Yeah," I say as I start to panic a little," why do you ask?" My voice cracks mid sentence and curse myself for letting that happen.

"You seem a little.......... Different," he says. "And distracted." He adds on. " do you want to talk about it?"

I look at him speechless, because I really don't know what to say. My anxiety of him ever hating me starts to kick in and I start having a little panic attack.

"No I'm fine. Don't worry about it. Now's the time to take your shirt off," I say trying to quickly change the subject as I get a new cotton swab and put the peroxide on it.

He looks at me, questioning why I just said so many words just now, but then he thinks about the shirt part. He's hesitate at first, not really moving to take it off.

"Come on Taetae," I say as I look at him. "Let me clean your bruises."

He avoids my eye contact as he slowly takes off his shirt, exposing the fearsome bruises and the scar on his back.

I stare at the state of how his skin has become, with the bruises turning it a purple color. Somehow, a volcano of anger just erupts in me, and it starts overflowing.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU SHOW ME THIS EARLIER." I yell, startling Tae so much that he actually jumps from the loudness of my voice.

"I-I didn't think it was important," he says softly, and I don't know why but that answer really annoys me.

"YOU CANT DO THAT."

"IT COULD OF BEEN INFECTED BADLY IF IT WAS LEFT UNTREATED FOR ANY LONGER."

"TAE THATS NOT GOOD FOR YOUR HEALTH."

"S-sorry," he stutters his answer.

I look at his back again and the sight pains me.

What caused this?!" I question, now really wondering what can hurt him this bad.

"Nothing," he mumbles, which just adds gasoline into the burning flame.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS NOTHING TAE, IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING."

Why am I yelling at him so much? He's my age, not a little kid. But even though I know that, I can't shut my big mouth.

"TAE YOU HAVE TO TELL ME THESE STUFF!"

He sits silently now with his head down and his hands in his lap.

"Why won't you tell me Tae?" I say, starting to feel little waves of sadness at the situation. "Don't you know I'm here for you?"

"Jimin," TaeTae says in an unexpected serious tone, turning to look me in the eyes with a stare that feels like it's stabbing me with a thousand little needles;

All of my sudden feelings being overpowered by his smothering glare that sends a bad chill down my spine.

"you're really a hypocrite."