Wallflower (Season Two)

Chapter Six: Jehun

TW// implied rape. nothing is explicitly mentioned.

A pained gasp escaped between bruised and swollen lips as Jimin's lungs desperately sucked in air, he coughed a few times before he rolled onto his side and groaned in pain.

Jimin slowly opened his eyes, his vision hazy and swirling as he tried to regain his sight. He tried to lift his head, but it was painful to do so. Jimin's vision cleared, and he looked around. He was somewhere dark, cold, and wet. Feeling around the floor with his hand, he felt a hard surface. Jimin winced, slowly forcing himself to sit up as he winced, placing his hand over his swollen belly as he swallowed. His head felt like it was going to split open, the throbbing growing as soon as he was fully sat up. Jimin raised his other hand to his head, feeling the dried blood as he looked around in confusion. Where was he? How did he get here? He tried to remember, closing his eyes tight. It was then that it flashed in his mind. The door to their apartment being kicked open, that horrifying sight of a familiar face and the pain of being punched and knocked to the ground before a few kicks came. Jimin's eyes widened, quickly lifting his shirt to look at his stomach. He felt panic fill him at the few bruises he saw, and he felt all over his stomach. His racing heart stopped in relief when he felt the subtle kick. Thank god. Jimin closed his eyes tightly, his head hurt so bad, but he had to go. He felt around himself, but it was clear he didn't have his phone. Jimin looked around the dark space. Jehun could be anywhere. Jimin forced his body to move, use all the strength it had as he slowly stood up but that was when he felt it, something heavy weighed his ankle down. Jimin looked down and his eyes widened as he shook his head, a rusted chain was wrapped around his bruised ankle and secured with a brand-new padlock.

"No, no, no!" Jimin said, following the chain to see where it led to.

It was secured into the wall, Jimin looked around. Where was he!? He then jumped when the lights suddenly came on, he spun a bit until the chain stopped him and he looked down, seeing a rusted pipe, he leaned down to grab it and held it in front of him as he looked around quickly. It looked like an old automotive warehouse from the various car parts all over. Jimin swallowed as he slowly backed up to the wall that the chain was connected to as his eyes darted all over.

"J – Jehun? Are you here?" Jimin asked, his voice cracking with emotion, with fear.

No reply came. Jimin lowered his eyes, trying to hold back his tears as he looked down at his stomach before his head lifted and he froze when Jehun was suddenly standing a few feet in front of him. Jimin couldn't help but notice how much the other had changed. He was no longer a scrawny, shy looking man. He built up a lot of muscle, his face covered in unkept stubble, his hair long and wild, he looked like a wild animal, save for the jail jumpsuit he was wearing under an oversized coat. Jimin slowly let his gaze go to the plastic corner store bag he was holding and then back to Jehun's face. The other's dark gaze was piercing as he stared at Jimin. Jimin tried not to show he was scared, tried to control his scent but it was difficult. He had no idea how angry Jehun was, but if the bruises and aches he felt now were any indication, this wasn't going to go well.

"J – Jehun?" Jimin called, his voice shaking.

No answer. Jehun just continued to stare at him. Jimin's eyes lowered but widened when Jehun started to walk towards him, and he pointed the pipe at him.

"J – Jehun!? Please stop! Don't!" Jimin shouted, but Jehun grabbed the pipe and yanked it away despite Jimin's protests and Jimin immediately wrapped his arms around his stomach to protect it. "Please don't!"

Jimin closed his eyes tightly, waiting, but no pain came. Instead, he felt a brush of rough fingers against his cheek. Jimin slowly opened his eyes as he glanced up at the other and he trembled.

"Jehun, wha – "

"Food." Jehun cut him off, raising the plastic bag and Jimin blinked, looking at the bag before up at the other.

"Jehun, please, you can't keep me – "

"Food." Jehun cut off, growling lowly and Jimin quickly took the bag as he looked down.

"Thank you." Jimin said.

Jehun nodded, moving to sit down and looking up at Jimin with an expectant stare. Jimin let out a shaky sigh as he slid down the wall and set the bag down. Jimin wanted to scream for help, wanted to cry and beg the other, but he knew it was pointless. Jimin slowly opened the bag and saw some random items inside. Jimin slowly took out one container and realized it was one of his favorite junk foods. Jimin glanced up at Jehun as the other watched him like a hawk.

"You...got this for me?" Jimin asked.

Jehun nodded.

"You used to eat that a lot during your breaks at the company." Jehun said.

Jimin swallowed, nodding and forced a smile.

"Y – You remembered..." Jimin whispered.

"I remember everything about you, I know everything about you." Jehun said, sounding a little irritated suddenly and Jimin quickly nodded.

"T – That's right. You know me best Jehun!" Jimin said.

Jehun smiled at this before he looked down and it faded.

"...but you are pregnant." Jehun said.

Jimin's eyes widened as he tensed and he felt his heart starting to pound. Jimin couldn't help but settle his arms on his belly, just to offer a shield to protect the unborn pup.

"Is it his?" Jehun asked.

Jimin lowered his eyes, giving a small nod.

Jehun growled before he suddenly stood up, making Jimin jump as he came towards him.

"Jehun! Wait! Wa – "

Jimin gasped as Jehun suddenly grabbed a handful of his hair, forcing him to drop the food on the floor and forced him to the ground on his stomach. Jimin struggled until he felt something sharp and cold against his neck. It didn't take him long to realize it was a knife as Jimin closed his eyes tightly.

"You never answered my calls or letters. You ignored me. Picked him over me." Jehun growled, burying half his face into Jimin's hair and inhaling his scent.

Jimin dug his nails into the hard floor as he swallowed.

"I – I'm sorry, I – I was wrong. What can I do to make it up to you?" Jimin asked as Jehun smiled darkly, lowering the knife down the length of Jimin's side and stopping at his butt as he squeezed it in between his hand and the knife.

Jimin let out a soft whimper.

"P – Please...don't..." Jimin pleaded, but Jehun ignored him, turning him over roughly as he started to cut and rip Jimin's clothes from his body.

Jungkook could feel it all. All Jimin's fear and pain and it was only fueling his own rage. He was going to kill Jehun this time. He wouldn't let anyone stop him again. Jungkook went around a corner, trying to follow the faint pull of their bond until he felt a sharp pain, almost like a sick feeling take over their bond. He gasped, stumbling on his feet and falling against a nearby wall. Jungkook winced, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he lowered down, and he panted heavily. His inner Alpha howling in rage and pain as he closed his eyes tight. It only took him a moment to realize what happened. Jungkook slightly opened his eyes, the subtle glow of red signaled his Alpha, and he gritted his slightly sharper teeth. How dare that piece of shit. Was a thought his wolf and himself shared as he suddenly heard his phone ding. Jungkook wanted to ignore it, but something told him to look at it, he pulled it out and saw it was a message from Jimin. His brows furrowed and he quickly unlocked it, ignoring the worried looks of people that passed and what he saw when he unlocked it made him scream out in rage and startle the people around him.