Still With You [A Jikook Fanfiction ©️ Book 2]

Chapter Twenty Five: An Unwilling Messenger

So I'm actually in a fairly rough patch right now, as a close friend of mine passed away recently and my mental health has now been termed as 'severe'... But all your comments on the last few chapters made me smile so f**king much. I love you all and being on Wattpad really gives me an escape that I truly, truly love. 💜💜

Same disclaimer as last chapter.

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Jimin's silence confirmed all Yoongi needed to know.

A burning feel rose from deep within his chest, firing across his heart in painful, hellish waves. His heart pounded in response, his peripheral vision seeming to flicker as his eyesight narrowed from anger. Jimin looked at with timid eyes, his bottom lip quivering as his hyung sat in silence attempting with each second to control his raging anger.

"Am I-am I in trouble hyung?" The younger suddenly stuttered, clenching the older's fingers tightly and gazing into his eyes with an aura of panic.
"No Jimin-shii..." Yoongi murmured, letting go of the tearful figure's hands and gently running his fingers through the younger's colourful hair. How had they not seen this? How had none of them noticed? Slowly, his anger intensified to not just Ji-Seok's behaviour, but also, to himself.
"Jimin would you be able to tell Seokjin or Namjoon this?"
Timidly, the little one nodded, "B-but... But Yoongi-hyung... Is-is... What did I do?" His words spluttered amid a rise of salty tears. Yoongi knew his vision too was close to blurring in the exact same way.

"Nothing Jimin-shii... You didn't do anything wrong...let me go get them now." He rose to his feet, clenching his fists as he struggled to contain his fierce anger. Reaching the balcony door, he saw both hyungs mentioned clustered beside it, having noticed his anger gradually increase the longer he'd spent outside.
But they hadn't been prepared for where his anger really stemmed from.

"Go-" he weakly jabbed a finger towards the door. He could barely force the words out of his throat. "-G-go ask... Him about... Ji-Seok."
"Yoon-? "
"NOW!" He yelled, reaching towards them both and shoving them through the open door.  Ignoring the looks of confusion from his other bandmates and their manager, he stumbled into his room, slamming the door behind him.

And promptly screamed.

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Not a single hyung wanted to be the one to tell Jungkook.

They'd spoken about it logically, but when that didn't work, they had drawn lots, and then rock, paper scissors and every single elimination game they had the heart to attempt in their current state of mind. But with no conclusion. No one had the courage, nor the heart to explain to their little, sensitive maknae about Jimin's past.

And of course Jimin was completely out of the equation. So was Yoongi.

"... Why is... Why is everyone asking me all these questions?!" The younger stuttered, his eyes wide with panic as he looked between Namjoon and Seokjin."I-I just had a thing with someone is it so bad-?!" Seokjin could not help but bundle him tightly into a bear hug, cradling the now sobbing young adult tightly within his chest. Jimin reached out his arms, squeezing the older tightly, his shoulders shaking with each wracking sob. Moments later, he felt a second pair of arms wrap around them both and the two tearful singers gratefully accepted the added comfort from their leader.

"What did I... " he cried through the heavy flow of tears, that soon began seeping through Seokjin's shirt, "Wha... But what did I do?" he howled.
"Nothing Jimin-shii..." The eldest muttered, cradling him even tighter and rocking back into Namjoon's chest for support.  "You didn't do anything wrong." Their leader leant forward and intetwined his fingers in those of Seokjin's that clutched the trembling youngster as they both patiently waited for Jimin to expel his pitiful emotion.

Whilst this had all occured, Hoseok had another mission to achieve.
On hearing his best friend and better half of Sope scream across the dorm, he had instantly flown to his feet, throwing the papers he had been clutching into the air and hurtled towards Yoongi's bedroom.

"Yoongi!" he yelled, ducking as a lamp hurtled past him and smashed against the wall oppsite, "Yoongi stop-! What's with this-?!"
"I'm going to kill him!!" The older cried out, his faced flushed red with anger.
"Who? Jimin-?"
"-No! His bastard ex!"
"W-why-"
"-He hurt him Hobi!" The older rapper screamed, not flinching as their dance leader wrapped him in a tight hug, refusing to let go as SUGA kept raining curses down on the one man who'd caused already so much destruction. They struggled for a few moments, small tears forming in the corner of Hoseok's eyes as he grit his teeth and used all the energy he had to hold his screaming, flailing hyung firmly in one place. Gradually, the screams of anger became wordless. And then, a few more minutes later and he fell silent. Exhausted.

The older rapper then, simply crumbled. His limbs grew weak, he placed all his weight onto his best friend, burying his fingers tightly into the back of his shirt. And as Hobi began whispering comforting words, gently guiding the two of them onto the nearby bed, Min Yoongi broke down in a torrent of horrific tears.

An onlooker might have been surprised at Yoongi's reaction compared to the others. While certainly it wouldn't amount to Jungkook's expected rage, it might even still be considered too much. But, despite his stone-cold, grandpa reputation among the fans, mixed with the occasional adorable moments that had simply resulted in his transformation to a kitten, there was something else there too he showed less of. But, while infrequent, undeniable.

He was fiercely protective of all of them. Especially the maknae line. And especially Jimin. He and the contemporary dancer could babble on for hours in a topic the others found incredibly boring, or spend hours raining down curses at each other, only to then be found huddled up under one blanket as if none of their insults had mattered. When Jimin had first fallen into a horrific state of mental health due to hater commentary, Yoongi had been the first to notice something was wrong. And, just like now, when the younger had fainted in Japan after he'd spent weeks aiding Jimin in his struggle, he'd had a complete meltdown. As a young teenager who still found difficulty in hiding his emotions to protect Army, everyone had noticed Jungkook's distress on stage. But Yoongi's reaction had infact, been far, far worse.

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At three o'clock in the morning, the remainder of BTS were still awake, wide eyed as they sat on the sofas in the BigHit office with Sejin and Bang PD. It had become far too great an issue to deal with solely between band members.

Their CEO glanced at the artists, realising with dismay that not a single young man was absent of either tears or bloodshot eyes. Yoongi understandably had fallen asleep at the dorm, too weak to even lift his head off of the matress. Hoseok had remained with his best friend, unable to escape his tight hold. They'd tried to move him, but SUGA had let out stream of curse words, his sobs growing more intense. So Hobi had stayed behind. Jungkook had been forced into his room, with only the explanation that Yoongi had had a serious meltdown and the little one couldn't go to BigHit incase Hobi needed help.

That had left Seokjin, Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, who were all seated in silence in front of the two people who perhaps held the most control over their lives. And despite Bang PD being a fatherly figure to them, each member had, at least once, a flash of thought towards BTS being forced to disband.

Jimin wanted nothing more but to sleep. He'd fallen asleep twice on the journey to the office, and once against Taehyung's shoulder while waiting for Bang PD to arrive. But Namjoon and Seokjin had agreed that he was the best person to tell the CEO his story. A nudge on his shoulder awoke him again, and he suddenly found himself subject to a number of pairs of eyes looking in concern at him. He yawned, shyly burying further into the bundled hold he had against Taehyung,

"Jimin..." Bang PD murmured softly, concerned at how vulnerable the poor singer looked. The contemporary dancer lifted his head weakly and shuffled respectfully into a seated position,  "Can you tell me what you told your hyungs and Tae?"

Too weak to argue, he simply nodded and begun.

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Out of curiosity, based on my writing style and interactions with you all etc, how old do you think I am? 🤔