Safe With You | Yoonmin

Chapter 11: Ruin

Trigger Warning: This chapter involves non-con / sexual assault. The deed is implied, not shown, but the scenes directly before and after could still be very triggering. If this could be harmful for you, you can scroll to the end of this chapter for a brief summary or skip the chapter altogether. The story will still make sense. Take care, dear readers!
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| Jimin |

After hours amidst the ruckus in the Great Hall, it was a relief to be alone. Not a soul was in sight as Jimin ventured north, up the snowy village road toward the palace.

Behind him, the sounds of drunk singing and shouting echoed up from the large gathering, mixing with the sound of his footsteps crunching on the compact snow. But the further he walked, the softer the noise of the pack became, and gradually the tension in his muscles eased, his heart warming as he reflected on the way Taehyung and Hobi's faces had lit up with joy at seeing him after such a long winter. He had missed them both so dearly, and now he looked forward more than ever to the days to come. Springtime meant he could return to his apprenticeship, the routine of spending each day with Tae, each evening cozy in the corner of Hobi's kitchen.

Jimin took in a deep breath of the cold, clear air and paused to look up at the night sky. Despite the clouds, one could easily spot the glowing silver halo that gave away the moon's hiding place.

Then something out of place registered on the edge of Jimin's senses, making the hairs rise on the back of his neck.

Was it a sound?

A scent?

Or perhaps just his imagination?

Jimin looked over his shoulder, but he had recently rounded a bend in the street that now obstructed his view. Both his pulse and his footsteps quickened, as he realized how alone he was, how still and dark the night.

He squinted this way and that as he hurried along, but there was nothing, not a--

Footsteps! Heavy sounding, and rapidly approaching.

Jimin and whirled just in time to see a large, familiar silhouette appear from around the bend.

His breath caught in his throat, muffling his whine of fear before it could escape.

"There y' are," Sejin growled, as he marched toward the omega. The tall alpha looked quite disheveled from the night of revelry. His fine garments rumpled, the cloth covering his knees dark and damp from where he must have stumbled and fell into the snow. "Where are you runnin' off to, Little Ghost?" Demanded the alpha, his words slightly distorted...

Jimin's gaze fell to the delicate, ceramic wine bottle the alpha clutched in one of his hands, the hollow sloshing sound telling him that Sejin had already drank more than his fill.

"I'm just g-going to the palace," Jimin stammered, backing away, his heart jackrabbiting in his chest. He couldn't seem to look away from the wine bottle. "Are you... are you f-following me?"

"Hav'ta make sure... that you're not sneaking off with some low born alpha," The pack heir slurred, taking another threatening step forward.