yoongi's pov:
me: YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM, BASTERED!
- my fist went to his face, sending him flying to the wall. he then grabbed me by my shoulder going back to the living room and pushed me into the TV. shuttering it completely. my back was aching. he kept me there frozen in that awkward position, unable to escape.
me: namjoon...why...aghh..!
- I was struggling, the pain was too much for me.
me: why are you doing this?
- my voice cracked.
with no response, he tossed my limp body aside like trash. my insides were burning, I felt like throwing up at any minute. I watched him going back to the bathroom. I cursed under my breath.
I grabbed the broken table leg from my crashed coffee table and went behind him. I know I will regret this, but...its the only way to stop you...you've gone insane..
namjoons: park fucking ji-
thud.
he collapsed on the carpet. his hand trembled searching for something to help him stand.
shit, how are you still conscious? fuck...fuck...fuck..I grabbed jimin into my arms. he was in a terrible state; bruised, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. he was in such a condition that I was questioning whether to take him to the hospital or no.
I grabbed my phone and went out of my apartment going strait to my car. namjoons zombie-like face groaned, hands attempting to grab my running figure in distance. I don't know what the actual fuck happened to you joon, but I know we wont be talking for a long ass time.
me: goodbye namjoon..
- I muttered breathlessly.
jimin: Mmh..
I looked down, jimins small hands trailed down my clothed chest. I could feel how weak he was.
me: we're gonna be ok..we'll...we'll get in the car and..drive away, ok?
I threw myself and jimin inside slamming the door shut and starting the engine. namjoon was clumsily jogging after us. I drove right past him. jimin weakly grubbed my shirt, hardly having a grip on the fabric at all. his eyes looked so glassy..so sad. it broke my heart. i felt like i was looking at an abandoned puppy.
I pulled over into a deserted office car park. I couldn't jusy ignore him and drive on..at least we were out of that monsters sight.
he looked at me and broke into tears. I rubbed his back comfortingly.
me: your safe now...your gonna be ok..
he sat up and wrapped his legs around my waist, burying his face into my neck. i was slightly surprised, but hell.. i don't blame him at all. he needed all the support he could after that.
Jimin's pov:
what's wrong with me?!
my rescuer looked down at me with concerned dark eyes. he looked like he was about to cry. he cupped my face with his hands, soft fingers brushing against my cheeks.
yoongi: are you hurting?
I winced a bold of pain shooting through my body. I whimpered, tears running down my cheeks.
yoongi: ..oh god..jimin, are you going to be okay? should i call for an ambul-
me: NO!
we fell silent.
me: i-im sorry, i d-don't want them to know..
-I shamefully avoided eye contact.
yoongi: jimin..they have to know ..otherwise.. namjoon will never be stopped.
me: I..I just..I would rather take him down myself..
yoongi: are..are you sure?
- I nodded
me: a-and again im sorry for dragging you into this-
yoongi: this is my problem now too namjoon is my friend as well as your ex. its not your fault that i coincidently know him..and i cant rest thinking about what he's done to you..
im fine with him being my problem..as long as you don't blame yourself for it. we can stick together jimin, we can go against namjoon together..
