Serendipity | Park Jimin ff (21+)🔥 *ONGOING*

~Nineteen~

(Jing-Mi POV)

       My eyes slowly fluttered open and I looked around, noticing I was no longer in the room with Taemin. I immediately noticed that I was in Jimin's bed. Jimin was sitting in a chair next to his bed, his head resting on his comforter. His hand was gently yet firmly holding mine. I gently stroked his hair and he immediately sat up.

     "Jing-Mi, are you feeling okay? I'm so glad you're--." Jimin said softly. I immediately wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

     "Thank you...Jimin, for saving me from Taemin." I said as Jimin hugged me back even tighter. "Other than feeling like I've had the life sucked out of me, I feel okay. But...wait...how did I...how did you get me here?"

     "Jungkook," Jimin replied. "Turns out you butt dialed him and then he called Taehyung and I. He said he was immediately concerned when he heard Taemin's voice. Taehyung and I took off as fast as we could, even though I drove way over the speed limit, I felt like I wasn't getting there fast enough."

     "Jimin...I'm sorry...." I muttered. "Taemin didn't touch me. I...I...I don't remember everything but..."

     He got up onto the bed and sat next to me. He ran his hands through my hair and cupped my cheeks in his hands. He looked at me with such a tender look in his eyes. I could feel myself melting into a literal puddle.

      "Jing-Mi, you don't need to explain." Jimin said softly. "I know you, and I know you didn't go with Taemin willingly."

      I then noticed that the corner of Jimin's mouth was slightly swollen.

     "Jimin, your lip..." I muttered. He then brought his fingers to the corner of his mouth.

      "It's just a busted lip, nothing I haven't dealt with before." Jimin said as a small smile crept up on his face. Then, I started having flashbacks of the fight between Jimin and Taemin as I slipped in and out of consciousness. I remember seeing glimpses of some of the punches Jimin took from Taemin and my heart sunk a little.

      "Jimin, take your shirt off." I demanded.

       "What?" Jimin muttered, his face bearing a slightly surprised expression. Clearly my statement had caught him off guard, but I didn't care.

     "Take your shirt off. Now." I said sternly.

     "Okay, okay." Jimin muttered. He then got up off of the bed and took off his shirt. I felt my eyes starting to tear up as I covered my mouth with my hand. Jimin's chiseled physique was battered and bruised. His torso, his chest...the bruises were obviously fresh. I noticed that there was a light bruise starting to form around the corner of his mouth. Taemin clearly did quite a number on Jimin. I felt horrible that he had to put himself through that. Tears started running down my cheeks and I felt like my stomach was moving upward into my throat.

      "Jimin....I'm...I'm so sorry..." I choked out as tears continued to flow. Jimin immediately knelt down in front of me and tenderly grabbed my chin with his thumb and pointer finger. He slowly pulled my face up to meet his and I could tell he was trying to hold back tears as well.

     "There's no need for you to be sorry, baby. It's not your fault." Jimin said softly.

      "But...but...if I didn't....Taemin wouldn't--this wouldn't have--you wouldn't be...." I cried.

      Before I could even finish, Jimin immediately pulled me up off of the bed. He pulled me into his chest and wrapped his arms around me. I felt his hands softly stroking my hair, and in that moment I started to sob. Jimin lightly kissed my the top my head and continued stroking my hair.