Beneath the surface [BTS JIMIN FF]

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YOONGI POV

I woke up and jumped a bit in shock when I realized where I was.

It took me a good few moments to come to terms with the shit that happened last night.

At least he is alive. He's been tossing about and moving, running a fever, but he's alive. I would chew him up when he's up, but I have a feeling he will want to be dead.

I left the door open again and went on a new expedition. This place needs airing out. Desperately.

I opened all the windows, trying to get the smell out. I drowned his shower in bleach that I found in the bathroom, although it would be easier to just buy a new shower. Or a new place entirely.

I have a slight headache, although it's from the lack of sleep. Coffee. That's what I need.

I sat down on the now cleaned up sofa and turned on the TV, not even paying attention to it. I was just trying to think, but groaning behind me pulled my attention.

I turned around and watched him drag himself out of the room, squinting and holding his head. His moves were practically in slow motion, and he looked like he's in pain just by breathing.

'Jimin.' I called him in a soft tone, not wanting him to get startled, and he looked at me, his  eyes widening

'Hyung? What-'

'What the fuck is wrong with you?' I cut him off. 'You could have died, man. You literally drank yourself to half death! If I didn't come to check on you, you wouldn't have woken up today!'

He just looked down, his shoulders slumping even more. 'You should have let me.'

'I'm going to kill you myself. What the hell are you doing?!'

He ignored me and went straight for his kitchen, opening a cupboard and taking out a bottle of whiskey from underneath.

'You must be fucking kidding me.' I hissed and ran over, pulling the bottle from his hands, and almost pulling him along

'Yoongi, give me that.' He reached for it, but I only pulled a step back

'Are you insane!? Are you actually trying to die?!'

'So what? No one cares if I die.'

'What about your family? Friends? Me?! Amora??'

I made the mistake of mentioning her name, and his eyes flooded in a milisecond.

'She doesn't care. Not anymore. She doesn't want me... Amora... Amora doesn't love me anymore. Hyung... why doesn't she love me?!' He dropped down on his knees and started bawling his heart our, sounding more like he's wailing than crying

He curled up in a ball and hugged his knees, rocking back and wront, repeating, 'She's gone. My baby is gone.'

This makes me want to cry. There are layers of sandess and grief, and he obliterated all of them. To say he is devastated is an understatement.

I put the bottle down on the counter and crouched next to him.

'She's gone. She left me. Everyone leaves me. She did, too. She left... my baby left me...'

All he needs is a white shirt and a bracelet, and he is ready for a madhouse.

'Come on, Jimina.' I pulled him up, dragging this wreck of a man to the couch while he cried and sobbed

'Can you please calm down and explain to me what happened?'

He looked at me with those swollen, hooded eyes, bags underneath so big that his eyes were almost closed. His nose was red from crying, and his mouth was so dry that he could barely talk.