Jin pov

I had three cloths. Two damp ones and dry one. I rinsed the blood out of his hair and let him use one of my headbands I have for when I wash my face. I can't put any pressure to stop the blood, the wounds too large. From what I can tell, he'll need stitches.

"I-I just... I didn't know when lunch was and I heard you and Jungkook scream and I worried and when I was getting up my foot got stuck in the sheet and I fell out of my bed and knocked my head on the dresser. There's a lot of blood on the carpet, I'm sorry" Jimin said. He spoke softly and in a hurry.

He still wanted to apologize despite being injured.

Then I realized that my socks are baby blue and I'm sitting beside his dresser. I took a deep breath as I slowly lowered my gaze. Beneath my foot was a red stain on the carpet. I took a second deep breath to remain calm. Theres other baby blue socks in the world.

"Forget that, you could have a concussion" I said back to him as I continues to dab around the wound.

I picked up my foot and rested it on the part of the frame that sticks out. There's no point in it considering my socks already ruined, but then again I don't want to keep my foot in a puddle of Jimin's blood.

"Oh! Iet me grab a flashlight then!" Taehyung said.

I laughed a bit. Taehyung's so helpful. Although, there's nothing I could do with it. I'm not even a med student yet. We'll need counselor-nim to come and check him out. Maybe even call a home doctor.

"I can't check for the concussion myself. Go get counselor-nim, alright?"

Taehyung nodded at me. He leaned in and placed a peck on my head quickly before running out of the room. He left the door opened.

I continued to clean his wound, the blood wasn't pouring out anymore. He definitely will be needing stitches though. Its pretty gruesome.

"Jin Hyung!" You could hear Jungkook shout.

I quickly looked into to the hallway, but I couldn't see much past Taehyung's bedroom door. I didn't even hear a door open or any footsteps, but Jungkook's voice was closer than what I would've expected. However, just as I did expect, you could hear footsteps growing distant and see the door quickly slamming closed only a moment later.

Jimin's eyes darted towards the hallway, but he only frowned. I sighed and looked away and continued to dab his wound. Until I felt a hand on my shoulder that is.

"Oh dear. Let me take it from here, Jin. Thank you" Counselor-nim said as he pulled out his phone.

I only nodded and smiled before taking my leave.

I need to check on Jungkook.

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Jungkook pov

"Jin hyung!" I yelled out as I ran out into the hall.

He's usually either taking a shit, arguing with Yoongi, or sleeping with Taehyung.

Looking ahead I could see Jimin's bedroom door wide opened. I didn't spare the room a second glance before turning and running back into my room. Slamming the door behind me and laying back down in my bed.

I've been so well. I can't see him now and let him destroy my growing happiness. These days I can get up. I can eat meals with Jin Hyung and smile. He'll ruin all my progress.

"Jungkook-ah? What did you need?" Jin asked as he slowly entered the room.

I hesitated to look over at him.

"I-I wanted to just tell you I finished and I was wondering if you and Tae-"

when I brought myself to look at him, my eyes widened. He had a bloody baby blue piece of fabric balled up in one hand and a red tinted fingers.

"Y-you're bleeding?" I questioned.

I searched his arms, hands, and even sockless foot for a source, but to no avail. Instead all I could conclude was that the baby blue fabric was his sock.

"A-ah no, it's not mine. Its um- Jimin's." He was reluctant to say.

"Is he ok?" I instantly blurted.

I bit my lip right after to keep myself from saying anymore. My heart suddenly weighed what felt like a hundred pounds. I tore my eyes from Jin hyung and stared down at my bandaged hand. I tried to not to ball it up, I tried to keep from injuring myself again. I flexed my fingers still. It took great effort to simply not give a shit.

"Yeah. He fell- he's got a small gash on his head, but it's under control." Jin said.

How did he fall? What was on the floor that caused him to get such a deep wound? I hope he doesn't have a concussion.

Fuck no. I don't care. I don't. It's ok if he has a concussion. It'll heal in time anyways. He'll just have to take it easy for a bit- no! I don't care. It's whatever.

I nodded my head in acknowledgment and looked towards my bedroom window. My vision was going blurry.

Why do I feel like crying? There's nothing to even cry over. Jimin's fine. It's not like I care anyways.

"It's ok to be worried about him jk... don't feel ashamed or upset with yourself." Jin spoke softly. His tone was so sweet and nurturing.

I could see his kind smile in the reflection of the window. I hate that he actually cares. I hate that he can read me well like he's my mom or some shit.

"He's fine, so it's fine. I don't care, that's why I looked away. I'm not worried" I spat out pure lies.

I do care.

No I don't, fuck! I don't care. Jin thinks he has me figured out, but he really doesn't, ok?

I continued to scold myself mentally until I felt a hand rub circles into my back.

"You can cut the crap, you're worried. I told you that you can't just push people out" he said.

He does know me well now, I must admit. I can't fight it. I let out a sigh and let my body relax.

I do care. I just hate that I care so much.

"T-take care of him well and then you taehyung and I should all watch a movie later. I haven't seen anything in almost 3 weeks" I spoke quietly.

I looked back and up to see Jin hyung smiling and nodding. He patted my cheek once before messing up my hair. 

"i'll get you in a bit"