Tae crawled out from under the bed and looked at Jiho with concern. He looked at the door, having heard the lock as well. Now he couldn't get a cloth to wipe the blood with! He gently stroked his hyung's face, feeling awful. "I wasn't good, I just hid."

Like a coward. Why could he never be the one to take care of Jiho? He didn't do anything wrong! It made him feel so angry and helpless. "Appa isn't fair! He smells." He rubbed at his eyes, still trying to keep from crying.