Save Me

Chapter Twelve

CHAPTER TWELVE

Quiet

[9:24 AM]

After Taehyung revealed Jimin's suicide attempt to what was left of the group, he received nothing but nagging.

"Jimin, we can't lose you!"

"What's gotten into you, boy?"

"You must be insane to try to kill yourself like that!"

Seokjin was the only one that wasn't calling Jimin out. Just like Jimin, he was slowly suffering too. Jimin merely started sobbing and pulled his knees close to him, wrapping his arms around himself – he couldn’t even look at Namjoon.

Ever since the day Hoseok died, he never looked at Namjoon the same way again, and when he and Yoongi fought, he thought Namjoon was just cold-hearted, and he never wanted to be around people like him. Yet, here he was, sitting with the same person that drove Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok to suicide.

When Jeongguk tried to touch Jimin, he simply swatted his hand away and scooted towards the corner, rocking back and forth and muttering incoherently under his breath. The boys didn't say a word as Jimin was the softest one out of the whole group before anyone died.

When the boys yelled or argued, Jimin always stood in the side lines, and he only spoke his mind when it was convenient for him. Jimin should've kept his mouth shut that day. He wished he did.

He yanked at his hair, nearly screaming.

"Jimin, please calm down," Jeongguk tells him, crawling towards him, "we're here for you, we're going to— "

"Don't f*****g come near me!" Jimin screamed, kicking his legs, "killers! All of you!"

Jeongguk stopped in his tracks and stared at Jimin, balling up his fist and falling back on his knees, "we're not."

"You are!" Jimin spat, then standing up, still in the corner and wrapping his sweater tightly around him, "if it wasn't for you and your dirty mouths, Hoseok and Yoongi might still be alive!"

"Let's not forget you had your words too, Jimin," Namjoon glared.

"Yeah?!" Jimin spat at him, causing Namjoon to slightly jump, "and I regret it! You never regret anything! You meant every f*****g thing you said! Taehyung and his f*****g conspiracy theory that even had me thinking it was the right thing to agree and have a say to! I feel like s**t! Because of all of you!"

Seokjin crumbled in his spot on the couch. Jimin just needed time.

"Leave," Taehyung muttered.

Jimin stopped ranting and looked at the red-haired boy, anger hidden but somewhat present among his features.

"W-What?"

"Leave, right f*****g now," Taehyung repeated, angrier than before.

Jimin didn't hesitate and slammed the front door shut, so hard, that everything in the house shook.

Seokjin bowed his head. What has become of us?