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There is one day in his life that Seokjin regretted more than any other. It was a day that started off normal, but soon turned into shit as the day went on. To this day the day haunts his memories day and night, and he knew he would have to tell his friends sooner or later. He couldn't keep it hidden much longer, especially with the guilt that hadn't left him since. The memories was clear as day to him still after all these years.
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Taehyung was always the favorite child. He was perfect in his parents eyes, always getting top grades, had more friends than Seokjin ever had, was able to speak in front of crowds easily and could entertain anyone. Seokjin hated him. He hated him since he was adopted into their family. He hated him ever since he saw the younger boy for the first time. He had taken his parents from him.
Taehyung was nothing but an evil little brat, Seokjin thought and he wanted nothing to do with the younger boy.
Taehyung, on the other hand, idolized his older brother. He thought Seokjin was the best person in the world, and strived to impress his older brother and finally make him love him. He tried to make friends with people he thought would impress his brother, he studied a lot to try and impress him with his grades even though Taehyung hated studying. He even fought his own nerves when talking to other people, trying to impress his shyer older brother.
But no matter what the smaller boy did seemed to make his older brother love him. In fact all it seemed to do was make him hate him more.
All Taehyung ever wanted was for his brother to at least accept the fact he was his brother. He wanted to hang out with his hyung, just be around him without the other shooting him glares.
Seokjin never even let him call him hyung unless it was around their parents and had told him, even though they shared an last name, they were not brothers.
On that day, Taehyung had gotten called to the office. He had feared he'd done something wrong, something that would make the teachers hate him like Seokjin did.
But instead, he got an test placed before him and was asked to complete it. He did and managed to get an 98% on it.
His teachers were overjoyed and had given him a note to give his parents after school.
So he did and his mother screamed in shock. Taehyung was able to be placed in his brothers grade in school as he was so far ahead of his age range.
Seokjin, who was in the room, glared even harder at his brother, muttering of course the brat does, before running from the kitchen and out of the house.
At that moment a bad feeling overcame Taehyung and he ran after his hyung.
He ignored his mother's screams at him to stop, and chased after his hyung who was now in the middle of the street.
Seokjin didn't give a damn anymore. The brat had given him even more reasons to hate him. He just wanted to get out of the house and away from his proud mother and overachieving brat of an brother. He just wanted to get away.
In his haste, he didn't notice the car speeding drunkenly down their street, the driver clearly drunk.
He heard his mother scream for his brother to stop, and could hear Taehyung yelling Hyung stop! Hyung!
In turn he screamed back that he wasn't his hyung.
In his anger, he still didn't notice the car, but it was getting closer so very fast.
Right before the car would have made contact with his body and killed him, he felt small hands push him out of the way of the speeding vehicle.
In this time, his soul felt like it was flung from his body, time slowing down as he heard the sickening sound of an body being hit with metal at such an force.
He felt his arms being cut up from the asphalt he fell on after being shoved, and his head cracked as it smacked against the ground. It started to pound as ringing filled his ears.
The sounds stopped, ringing replacing them as he slowly rolled over, turning his head slightly to see what happened.
He wished he hadn't.
He could see what was once an car now smashed into bits in a electric pole, one side completely bent around the pole. He could see smoke coming from the hood, but couldn't see any movement from the car and with a hard feeling in his chest deduced that the driver was gone.
Glass and bits of car covered the ground around him and someone else. He couldn't tell who it was yet, as the body wasn't facing him. He slowly sat up, numb to the pain in his head and arms.
His eyes widened as he spotted familiar high tops covered in highlighter. Taehyung always insisted on drawing on them, saying it made them ‘cooler’. Normally the shoes would be on non-stop moving feet, but right now...right now they weren't moving at all. Not even twitching.
Seokjin felt dread make its home in his chest as he shakily got to his feet, ears still ringing. He stumbled towards the smaller, unmoving form, screams from his mother coming duly towards him now.
Taehyung was pale. Way too pale, Seokjin noted as he fell to his knees beside his younger brother.
His eyes widened as he saw Taehyungs brown eyes, once so full of life and pure joy, now dull and broken looking. At first glance, he looked dead. But the small rise and fall from the smaller’s chest proved Seokjin thoughts wrong.
He raised his hands, not knowing what to do with them as he spotted the bright red blood covering Taehyungs chest, connected to a large piece of glass in the right side of his chest.
His eyes looked over Taehyungs body, eyes widening even more as he saw the wounds covering the boy's body.
“Hyung…” Seokjin’s head shot up after he heard the soft whisper, eyes catching Taehyungs.
Taehyung looked at Seokjin without moving his head, eyes following the olders moves.
Seokjin suddenly felt an overwhelming amount of sadness overcome him after hearings the whisper. He held back a sob as he listened to Taehyungs quite words.
“Hyung….I can't feel my legs…..I can't move my head….”
Fear corsed through Seokjin’s body. His hands shook as he placed them over the largest wound he could see.
“It’ll be alright Tae…” Seokjin said, his voice wet with tears.
“Hyung….I know….your lieing…” Taehyung whispered, blood slowly dripping from his mouth as he spoke. “Hyung….I can I stay….with you…”
Seokjin shook his head, denying it to the young but wise 10 year old. “Yes! Yes of course Taetae! You have to stay with me!”
Taehyung tried to talk to his brother, but found it too tiring.
“Tae...you’ll be ok, ok?” Seokjin pressed even harder on the wound, but what he didn't know was that Taehyung couldn't even feel it.
To Taehyung, he felt nothing at all. Everything was numb, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his lower body at all.
Taehyung could feel his eyelids wanting to close, and it was getting harder and harder to keep them open. They fluttered as he tried to resist the temptation of sleep.
“Tae?! Tae, keep your eyes open, ok?” he could hear his hyung's voice, echoing through the air around him as the asphalt was painted red.
“That's it Tae, good. Now keep them open!” Seokjin desperately tried to make his brother keep his eyes open. He started to panic even more as he watched Taehyungs eyes slowly close.
“Tae?! No keep them open bud, keep them wide open!” his eyes were so close to closing. Taehyung focused all his energy to lift his blood covered hand (which was before laying limply in a puddle of blood that surrounded them both), and placed it ontop of his brothers.
Seokjin felt like his heart was being torn apart as he watched his brother. It was like watching one of those sad scenes in a drama where the one of the main characters dies before the other, except this time it was real. It was real and was happening before him.
Seokjin’s eyes widened and he pressed down even harder on the wound, not holding back his sobs now. The sobs seemed to rip from his throat as tears blurred his vision. All he could see was bright red. Bright red everywhere. He decided he hated the colour, especially on his baby brother. Such a evil colour, dripping from his brother like that and making him even more goddamn pale.
He could fully hear his mother's screams now, the ringing replaced with sirens as help drew closer-why didn't they hurry up? Taehyung was getting so pale and cold! He needed to be warmed up!
Red and blue flashed across his vision as the police finally arrived. A officer, young but experienced.
He felt bile rise in his chest as he saw all the blood surrounding them, and took note most seemed to becoming from the young boy.
The officer dropped to his knees next to the teenager pressing on what seemed to be the largest wound on the youngest body and also started to press on the wound.
He swore as he felt how old the small boy was, and went to keep for an pulse, sighing in relief when he found a small one.
“Sir….can you help my brother?” he heard the teenager ask, and he looked up to meet him in the eyes. He could see the denial and fear in the teens eyes as he glanced down at what the officer assumed was his brother. “He's so cold, can you help me warm him up? Please?”
THe officer swallowed, sadness hitting him as he looked at the teenager. He was in shock, the teen. The officer nodded, hoping the ambulance was close. The youngster really needed one and fast.
“I’ll try.” he went back to holding down the wound. “What's your name?”
“Seokjin. My brothers name is Taehyung.” Seokjin said, tears still falling.
“How old are you both?” the officer asked.
“Im 15 and Tae...he's only 10…” Seokjin replied, even more tears coming from his eyes. Tear tracks make racing fields on his cheeks as they paved their way through the blood on the boy's cheek.
The officer bit his lip. He had a young son only 2 years younger than the boy he was currently trying to save. “Well Seokjin, we’ll try our best to help Taehyung, ok? The ambulance is almost here to help you both.”
Seokjin shook his head, “Help Taehyung, not me. He's so cold. Too cold. TaeTaes always too hot. Now he's too cold.”
“We’ll warm him up when help gets here, don't you worry.”
Seokjin nodded, “Taes my brother, but I never let him call me that. I hated him you know, for stealing my parents when he was adopted. I know it wasn't his fault he was better at everything, but it only made me hate him more. I never let him call me hyung. I never did. I’m such an horrible big brother. Terrible.” the officer listened to Seokjin mutter to himself as the teen stared at Taehyungs unmoving face.
The officer sighed in relief once again as the ambulance arrived, the paramedics rushing out towards them.
Seokjin was shoved out of the way after he didn't move. The paramedics got to work, looking for an pulse before loading Taehyung up on a stretcher and lifted him up into the van.
Seokjin's heart pounded as he watched his brothers small frame be covered in medical things to save his life, and he didn't even notice as one of the paramedics started to treat his more minor wounds. Then he brought his gaze to the pool of blood beside him and started bawling his eyes out.
The PMD stopped working on him, and the officer took her place.
The officer had watched as the teen started to cry harder than before as his brother was brought to the van and driven away.
Slowly he made his way over to the teen and hugged him, his heart breaking for him. A few tears slipped down his own cheeks as he thought of his own son in the ambulance fighting for his life.
“He’ll be ok.” The officer said, watching the ambulance drive away towards the hospital, “He’ll be ok.”
All Seokjin could do was sob and stare at the painted red ground where his younger brother once laid, cold and unmoving.
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To this day, Seokjin wished he hadn't been so foolish. He wished he treasured Taehyung more. He wish life had been different.
He wished he had let his little brother, Kim Taehyung, call him hyung.