"My foot-- No, come on, that is not a real injury. I hit it on my dresser. You're being a baby." Namjoon had so many injuries but he treated them the same way he treated a lot of his dad's beatings. Just whatever he could pull together at home. He remembered being at school and getting Jin to bandage some of those... he kind of regretted that on hindsight. Probably made him worry.

"Look, just -- my boyfriend was on me over it too. Between you, him and Tae, it's just ... I dunno. Easier to handle it and prove to you all that I'm fine." He would move his finger a tiny bit already so it couldn't be broken... right?

He felt Tae stiffen a little in his hold and kissed his forehead, soft and gentle. "What are you so worried about? Hyung is fine. You know how Jin-hyung gets all worried." He stuck his tongue out playfully then looked up at Jin. "It doesn't hurt that much."

It did. "I always feel like a faker whenever I go to these places. You know? People are hurt and I'm here, taking up time."