Heal me // A Jikook Trilogy //

《27》Rule Nr.2: Prepare to Run if You Did

We jumped out of the car with laughter on our faces, our bodies painted from head to toe in vivid colors. We hadn't bothered changing since this was a rave and we would hardly be the only one's appearing like this.

Heechul's mansion rose up before us, massive and alit in beating, throbbing lights in rhythm to the music.
By day, it was no doubt a regal, modern mansion with high windows and an artistic touch, but now, with the lights and the music, the dozen people buzzing around, drinking, laughing, dancing, it was anything but.
And if we knew Heechul only a little bit, he had build up a massive arrange inside to give people the night of their life.
He lived to impress.
And Heechul always lived up to his reputation.

Lian had that glow in her eyes again- to explore and experience all this life could offer, watching the people around us like she was utterly transfixed by it all.
We had parked close to the front, the long alley we had driven through packed with cars, but Heechul always left a spot for us in the front.

I felt giddy and couldn't wait to loose myself in a raging crowd.
But we didn't make it far.

"Hey, my handsome," a female voice purred but it was not Lian.
No.
It was someone who had my blood freeze, my heart twist painfully and nasty memories bombarding me.

"I was almost afraid you wouldn't show up tonight. But I'm so glad you could make it. This party just got so much better."

I turned, slowly, my lips trembling when I caught sight of the dark haired female in a red, sparkling bright dress, pressed all over Jin who stood rigid and unmoving, looking down at the girl with a cool, impassive face.

"Joy," Jin let out through gritted teeth, but didn't fight the girl off, allowing the touch yet letting out: "I don't remember giving you permission to touch me."

No she didn't.
She wasn't the kind of girl waiting for permission.

I remembered hating her.
I also remembered the feeling of my body not being my own as she dragged me to my own room and took what she wanted from me.

The same thing she had tried to get from Jin for months now.

I hated her.
But as always when the people of my past appeared, I was not JK anymore.
I was only a scared off, weak Bunny.

Joy pouted up at Jin as if she wasn't aware of how the tall boy loathed her touches.

"Don't be like that Jini! I know you like me too.

You're just playing hard to get as always. Or are you afraid of my brother?"

The mere mention had me flinch back and Joy's eyes ever so quickly landed on me and in her eyes the cruelty enjoyed my misery.

I felt a soft touch to my shoulders and looked to my right- then stopped breathing.

Three days. Since three days, Jimin had not touched me, not spoken to me nor looked at me for too long.

He was standing close now, his hand rubbing my shoulder in slow circles and his eyes, as he looked up at me held all and so much more than I thought I would get to see.

That he understood- still.
That he would be there for me- always.
That he wouldn't give up on me- never.

He gave me strength like no one else, had me stand straighter, my shaking ceasing and my breathing relaxing.
All because of him.
Because I had him by my side.
My little angel who would never leave me.
This beautiful, selfless person I didn't deserve.

"Is Suho here today?" Namjoon asked and before I could flinch once more, Jimin's other hand dropped to my own, where it was balled to a fist and held on to me tight.
Warmth flooded me, chasing away the cold of the past.