Broken is Beautiful (PJM 18+)

Satisfactory

Jimin's arms sneak around my waist, and he pulls me to him, hugging me from behind. "Are you alright?" He whispers into my ear, and I feel my wrath dissipating. "Yes." I answer him quickly. I wasn't afraid of Aera. She could hurt me, but not nearly as bad as I've been hurt before. I've been broken mentally and emotionally and have felt more agonizing pain than a normal sane human being could handle. I wasn't afraid of some skinny girl with an obsession.

"But she took something. I saw a piece of paper in her hand." Jimin drops his arms from my body, and he rushes over to his desk and starts searching around. I approach his desk next and watch as he frantically flips through papers.

"Shit!" Jimin screams and slams his fist to his desk, causing everything to vibrate and rattle. I look at him concerned. "What?" Jimin leans against his desk, hands sprawled out against the wooden surface and drops his head. "She took papers about you."

A devilish smile appears on my face. Jimin lifts his head and locks eyes with me. "Why the hell are you smiling?!" Jimin leaves his desk and places his hands on my shoulders, staring at me with confusion and worry.

"Let that bitch come find me. I'll end her so quickly. I've got a decade of pent-up agony I can use against her." My fists clench tightly, my knuckles turn white. Jimin's eyes narrow and he pulls me to his chest, embracing me tightly. "Absolutely not. You'll go nowhere near her. I can't have her hurting you."

Jimin sighs in my ear.

"I'm not afraid of her Jimin. She can't hurt me like I've been hurt before. No one can." Jimin's arms tighten around me.

"What do you mean?" His voice comes out barely above a whisper. "I'll tell you someday, but not today." I whisper back to him. He nods his head, understanding my words. "Okay."

Jimin buries his face into my shoulder and warmth spreads across my body from his breath. "You'll come stay at my apartment for now. I don't want you to be alone. Aera is capable of anything." I freeze in his arms, my blood runs cold. Stay with him?

"No, it'll be okay. I can handle myself." I fight back with him. Jimin pulls away from the hug and searches my eyes deeply. "If something happened to you, I couldn't handle it." I focus on his softened eyes. He truly looked worried; his forehead wrinkled. "But..." I fought back again. I was too independent to be babysat like that. I loathed the thought.

"Stop fighting me!" Jimin raises his voice, and my mouth falls open. I suddenly felt so small and insignificant. I only nod to his demand and feel like shrinking down into my shoes. "Good." Jimin says with a small smile. He grabs my hand and laces our fingers together. "Come on, we'll go get you some things to bring to my apartment. Jungkook can manage without me."

With a bag packed of my own things, Jimin lets me into his apartment. "Welcome to your new home." My eyes widen at his words. He was joking of course; a snide smile across his face.

I follow Jimin's quieted footsteps against the carpet towards his room and I abruptly stop. "Can't I put my things in your guest bedroom?" I hear a sweet giggle escape Jimin's lips. "What? You don't want to stay in my room?" He gives me the cutest pout and I almost second guess myself. But not quite. I'm not that comfortable around him yet.

Jimin takes my bag from my hand and turns around. We now head towards the empty, unoccupied bedroom. We step inside my temporary room and it's quite lovely. All stark white, white carpet, walls and even the bedding is white. It feels like a room straight out of heaven. The scent of clean linen fills my nose. I could get used to this.

Dropping my bag onto the white bed, the weight of it sinks into the soft comforter. "I'll feel much better having you close to me. I won't have to worry now." I turn around and see the gentleness in Jimin's eyes. He truly was worried about me; I could tell with how his forehead creased.

"I can take care of myself," I reminded him with bluntness in my voice, Jimin laughs quietly. "I bet you can. But I quite like you and I don't want anything happening to you." His words make my heart speed up and my face heat up simultaneously. I didn't know how to respond, so I blurt out the first thing I can think of.

"My roommate, Taehyung could have watched over me." I cross my arms, not wanting to give in to the fact that I temporarily lived here now. With my new boyfriend. Jimin silently laughs and grabs my hips, pulling me closer to him. "I don't want anyone's eyes on you but mine." He smirks deviously and it makes my head swim. He was turning on the charm and I don't think I was ready for it yet.

I awkwardly look everywhere but at him, he made me so damn nervous. When Jimin was being cute and sweet, I could handle that. But when he flipped that switch, he was almost deadly. I needed to change the subject, to deter this kind of attention he was putting on me. The way his eyes were drinking in the curve of my lips as he stared down at them made me beyond nervous.

"Taehyung is going to flip when he finds that note I left him." Jimin laughs and his eyes disappear. "You need to invite him over so I can meet him." I scoff. Putting those two together would certainly be interesting. Actually, I was intrigued to see how Taehyung would act. I never introduce him to any men in my life. Usually because they don't last long enough.

"He might barge over here when he finds out you whisked me away." Jimin's sweet laugh fills the guest bedroom. "He's more than welcome."