the first thing jimin saw was min yoongi sitting in a pool of blood on his bathroom floor.

a bloody blade sat beside his limp wrist lined with slashes meant to kill him.

and then yoongi's eyes opened to look at jimin.

jimin knelt down beside him, tears streaming down his face and pooling into the blood on the floor.

the tears and blood were nothing but dying flowers in dying watercolor paintings.

and the two of them were the dying painters.

"yoongi!"

"i'm so sorry."

jimin took him to the hospital that night, his frail, bony hand never letting go of yoongi's wrist.

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