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XIX

{Taehyung's POV}

I stare at the blood stained hands sitting in my lap. They don't look like my own, but they are mine. I feel like I committed a murder and I hate myself for it. I can't force myself to look his family in the eye. He probably didn't expect them to come. They haven't seen him in 3 years.

"This is all my fault." I mumble. I feel a sting as the boy next to me slaps my hand. "It was nobody's fault. He's always felt like this." Jimin whispered. I watched a drop run down my hand and I realize it's one of my tears. I didn't even know I was crying.

I feel a pair of arms wrap around me from someone I once hated, and he hated me too. I lean into his hug and gaze off to the doors that bring me back into reality. The operation theater. He had bled too much. He had stabbed himself in the stomach too. He busted open part of his intestine track. He's malnourished despite Jimin giving him food. His wrists were cut so deep. The image in embedded in my mind. Every time I blink I see the pool of blood.

The doors slam open to two men in scrubs covered in blood walked out panting. Jimin and I shot up and raced over to them. We looked at them with pleading eyes,

and all they had to do was nod.

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Aigoooo these past couple chapters ;((((