Yoonmin FF - In Love with my abusive best friend

Part 1

Jimins POV:

"Yoongi!" I shouted joyfully as I arrived at the university and caught sight of my best friend. Yoongi caught me as I jumped into his arms. I snuggled up to him tightly. "Hello Jiminie," Yoongi smiled. 'My name is Park Jimin, I'm 25 years old and I'm studying at Seoul University. Min Yoongi is 27 years old and we have been best friends since primary school. "Hello Chim!", Tae called out to me. The doorbell rang. Yoongi hugged me. "See you later, Jiminie." "See you, Yoongles," I smiled. Yoongi grimaced. I giggled. I love teasing my best friend and walked towards the lecture hall. "Hey Jimin, wait for me!" an all too familiar voice called from behind me. I turned around. It was Minjun, I smiled. "Minjun." We hugged. Minjun ran his hand through my hair. Uncomfortably, I took a step back. I was about to move on when Minjun gently held me back by the arm. "What is that on your wrist?"

Taes POV:

I stepped up to Jimin. "Hi Jiminie," I beamed and hugged him. "Hi Minjun," I said to the boy next to Jimin. I don't like him. Ever since primary school, I've been hoping that Jimin and Yoongi would become more than best friends. "What's that on your wrist?", Minjun wanted to know from Jimin. Jimin laughed. "Oh you know me. I'm so scatterbrained. I actually managed to tie my watch too tightly on my wrist." I raised my eyebrows sceptically. Minjun dragged Jimin by the arm into the lecture hall. "Come the lecture is about to start." Jimin looked back at Yoongi, who looked angry. Jimin eluded Minjun's grip and ran into Yoongi's arms. I saw Jimin's face contort in pain at Yoongi's grip. Yoongi said something to Jimin, who nodded. Jimin came over to me. "Jimin, are you okay?" Jimin nodded. "Let's go." 

Yoongis POV:

After university, I took Jimin home with me. Jimin hugged me and nestled his face in the crook of my neck. My heart raced and I swallowed hard. "Let's go, homework," I said grimly, pulling Jimin into my room with me by the wrist. "Yoonie, you're hurting me," Jimin whimpered. I quickly let go of him. "Someone like you should stay away from people like Minijun," I growled at Jimin. "Or what?" hissed Jimin. CLAT! I had lashed out and slapped Jimin hard across the face. Jimin looked up at me with wide eyes. His mouth was open. With shining eyes, I sparkled at Jimin. Jimin jumped up and hastily picked up his bag. Before Jimin yanked open the door he whirled around to face me. "What do you mean 'someone like me'? Am I not good enough for him?", Jimin shouted at me. "Let it go, Jimin," I growled angrily. "No! I want...", Jimin shouted as I lashed out again and hit Jimin again.

Jungkooks POV:

The doorbell rang just as I was making out with Tae. I groaned in annoyance. "Who's disturbing...?", I grumbled. Tae kissed me lovingly. I stood up and stepped towards the door. "Jimin-hyung?", I asked in surprise. Jimin fell around my neck, crying. Reassuringly, I stroked his back. "Jimin! You're bleeding!" cried Tae in horror. I gently pushed Jimin away from me and lifted his chin to examine his wound. "What happened?", I asked briskly. Jimin shook his head. "Jimin!", I said quietly but demandingly. "Did Yoongi do this to you?" "No, no!" lied Jimin hastily. "I'll finish him off," I growled angrily. "No, Kookie. He didn't do anything to me!" said Jimin quickly, pulling me back. "Tae get me the first aid kit," I asked my friend. Tae fetched the first aid kit. I took it, grabbed an ointment and smeared it over Jimin's red skin.

Jins POV:

Namjoon, Hobi and I rang Jungkook's doorbell. We heard Jungkook shouting, "What do you mean Yoongi didn't do anything?" Tae opened the door with a worried face. "What happened?" asked Namjoon without mincing words. "Jimin is bleeding...", Tae said. "What?", I asked sharply. I pushed Tae aside and rushed into the flat. "What happened?", I demanded to know. Tae said quietly, "I don't know. Jimin has a black eye and his temple is bleeding." I ran into the living room. Jungkook was standing in front of Jimin with his arms on his hips. "Chim? What happened?", I asked worriedly. "Hyung, I'm fine." "I think that was Yoongi," Tae murmured softly. "No, it wasn't him," Jimin lied again. "Why are you lying to us?", I asked Jimin sadly. The doorbell rang. Namjoon opened the door. "What do you want here?" Yoongi asked gruffly, "Is Jimin here?" I stood up angrily and stepped into the hallway. "No, he's not here, Yoongi. You should leave now."