Ignorance was never Bliss (VMIN)

Chapter-11

Jimin has never been more disappointed and embarrassed of himself. Sure, he goes through self-loathing sessions every month or so, where he has internal discussion on how he is the most ugly and fat person alive. But this by far is a new low. He has hit rock bottom. What he allowed to happen with Taehyung was a crime, an unforgivable sin.

But frankly, he had never expected his ever composed and calm Hyung to go ballistic. In all the years that he has known the older, Yoongi has never raised his voice even when Jimin had given him plenty of reasons to be upset with him. He has always been soft spoken, and introverted. Though he isn't physically affectionate, Jimin knows that he loves him fiercely.

How would he have known that Yoongi would do what he did? Though his heart was in the right place, the deed that was done was a crime. A hate crime.

Jimin was now laying on the couch. Yoongi has long since left after his outburst, warning the younger not to free the hybrid of its restraints.

"If you free it of its bindings, I will come back and bind it again", he had said, looking Jimin in the eye. "I am doing this for you Min. You have to understand I want you safe", he had added, caressing the younger's cheeks. Jimin stared on with disbelief, his eyes blurry with tears of rage pooled in them.

"I will come back tomorrow. Maybe I will bring Hobi along," he said as he walked out the apartment and shut the door behind him.

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Jimin was lying in a pathetic puddle of tears and snot. He looks at the time and it read 4:00pm. It dawned on him that they last had food yesterday night.

As he busies himself with chopping vegetables, a whirlwind of emotions consumes his mind. He wants to make the best tasting dish that his cooking skills will allow, but then what? How will he bring himself to deliver it to Taehyung? How will he face him? What can he do to redeem himself?

"Ouch! Dammit!", he yelped and dropped the knife. There was a small cut on his pointer finger where the knife sliced his skin, drops of blood now dripping down his tiny finger. Instead of rushing to wash off the cut and disinfect it, he just stood staring at the ugly gnash. He watched as drops of blood gushed out from the wound and surged down his finger, settling at the base of his thumb.

Why couldn't I do anything to protect Taehyung?

It took him a couple of minutes for him to unfreeze and clean the wound and secure it with a band-aid. Another forty minutes later, he served the prepared meal into bowls.

With trembling footsteps and lips that were almost on the verge of bleeding from the immense pressure with which it was getting chewed on, Jimin made his way to the guest bedroom. When he opened the room, he found Taehyung sitting on the bed with its back resting on the wall behind it. It flinched from the creaking noise the old door made. Taehyung shuffled back struggling because the bulky chains around its ankles were weighing it down. The hybrid couldn't use its hand (because they were bound together) to lift its legs up, so it kept squirming in place.

All of Jimin's pent of emotions surged forward and overwhelmed him. He slowly made his way to the bedside. Sensing his presence, the hybrid stopped in its track and bowed deeply, trembling. Jimin tapped on its muzzle and upon getting the approval, he opened the buckle. Yoongi had fastened it tight which was evident from the red indentation of the leather strap on the hybrid's cheeks. He proceeded to open the buckle and untuck the ball gag out of its mouth

Jimin's eyes landed on the angry red spot on the hybrid's neck. A small puncture followed by swelling around it. It was located at the base of its neck, to the side. He continued to stare at the wound. It made him feel uneasy.