After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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As the police slowly started to leave the house, Jimin was gentle in helping Y/N back to her bedroom. Holding her waist from behind, he couldn't help but try desperately to hold back his tears as he looked at the blood soaking through her white dress shirt she had worn to work that evening.
He felt a pang of guilt when he looked at the mess she was in, thinking that if he had been with her things would have turned out much different. He would be the one in handcuffs in the back of the police car, and Josh would have been the one being seen to by the paramedics. Not his beautiful girl.
He didn't know what had possessed Josh to do this to her. Was it jealousy? Was it just him wanting control over her? Either way, Jimin knew he would never let her out of his sight again.
"Shower or bath baby?" Jimin asked her softly as they entered her bedroom, seeing Cleo still sleeping soundly on her bed.
"I think a shower would be better." She responds, reaching down to unbutton her shirt, slowly peeling it away from her body before Jimin reaches out and takes it from her. Holding her hand as she steps out of her skirt, he picks it up off the floor along with her underwear and blood soaked bra and walks her into the bathroom, turning on the shower before she steps inside under the tepid water.
"I'm just going to go throw these clothes in for a wash." He tells her, kissing her lips gently before backing out of the bathroom.
Humming to herself as the water hits her back, she watches the burgandy water running away from her body and down the drain, along with her past relationship that she fought so hard to get away from, smiling to herself as she lets out a large sigh knowing that it's finally over. The fact that she got to break his nose in the process was just an added bonus.
Looking up as Jimin walks back in the bathroom, she turns her back to him to grab her body wash.
Removing his shirt he pulls the shower door open, stepping in whilst still in his jeans and takes the bottle from her hands.
"Let me help you baby." He whispers, gently pushing her hair over one of her shoulders as he pours the soap into his hands.
"Jimin it's fine honestly. You're getting your jeans wet." She protests, turning to face him.
"I don't care about my jeans." He tells her, tucking his quivering bottom lip between his teeth. "Please. Let me do this."
"Okay." She whispers, reaching up to grab the shower nozzle. "Can we rinse my hair first?"
"Whatever you need, baby." He agrees, taking it from her. "I'm here."
Turning her back to him again, she tilts her head back letting him carefully rinse the blood from her hair, the water at her feet turning completely red as he moves the nozzle over her injury.
Hearing him start to quietly sob behind her, she whips around to see his face stained with tears as he continues to try and focus on the task at hand.
