THIRD PERSON'S POV
Jimin had gone to the bathroom to do his business that morning and when he was done and trying to get out, the door was suddenly pushed back closed "uh...what?" he was confused "bring it here" he heard the other guys instruct from outside and the next thing he knew was getting drenched with the coldest water making him squirm surprised, the door opened and a clothe was covered to his head "no...what are you doing" he tried to fight them off "teaching you a lesson" they Snickered as he was pulled outside and they gang beat him up.
"Please- stop..." he begged for a thousand times but they didn't listen but rather continued to hurt him in the possible way but not touching his face, no one should know yet about it, he pulled his hands up for shielding him from the painful kicks but it didn't work out, and after a few painful minutes they left him there laying on the floor lying like a dead log, it was too much he couldn't move a limb, "we'll come back later..." they threatened and walked out leaving him in his own agony the pain numbing almost his senses, he sobbed on the ground as he felt helpless, why couldn't he fight for himself? he felt useless...
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"Jimin this is getting out of hand, I think you should report this to the office" Ann the school nurse suggested worriedly "you've been coming here almost everyday....your wounds previously haven't yet healed" Jimin was only silent only he knows why he has reached this point,DAYS BACK
"do you know who you're messing up with making a report on?" his homeroom teacher asked while he sat on the table, Jimin in front of him fidgeting with his fingers, "but....he's...he.." he couldn't even say it properly "be glad your still in this school or else...." he continued to suggest to him, well the teacher wasn't helping either, to an extent of advising him not to step foot in the principle's office, Jimin felt hopeless, all those teachers don't believe him and now who was he going to turn to."Let me take away your pain...." Jimin looked up and saw how the man's aura changed and started to get touchy all of a sudden "y...you don't need to" he quickly ran out of that office reminding himself not to step foot in there.
"Please don't tell anyone...." Jimin requested as he put back his shirt on and a hoodie on top at least that kept him in a warm safety "anytime you need my help I'll be here" Jimin only nodded and walked out.
"Huh...." Yoongi almost stumbled when someone passed by him, he wanted to shout at him but he looked familiar "huh, Jimin?? Infirmary?" He was confused but shrugged it off, maybe it wasn't his business.
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DAYS LATER.."Jimin... let's go-" Chimin found himself stop speaking when he found the room empty, "hmm that's odd" he was kind of confused, Jimin never goes without him, just then he was about to go out something caught his attention, it was a white shirt, but why was it red?
Curiously he walked back in and took the shirt that was peeking from under the bed and his eyes went wide, "b..blood!" and not just little blood, he could feel himself panicking from within, what was Jimin hiding from him?
"Come to think about it, Jimin has been acting weird for almost a week now...." he was reminded that one time their mom made their fav food but Jimin never came down to eat, and when he tried to call out for him, his room door was always locked he didn't get to see him, and since then they barely spoke.
"Why didn't I realize this sooner.." he frowned deeply "how could i be so blind..." he ran out of the room immediately, what was his brother hiding from him he needed to know.
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"Hey what's up with the mask, is it a trend?" Hobi teased while he nudged the other ignoring his silent groans, "I just wanted to put it on, don't want the rest catching the flue" he lied, "oh, it looks cool should I get one too, and it should look colourful" he was already planning while Jimin nodded with a smile, if only Hobi knew what laid beneath that mask.
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