coping

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Chapter 3

My phone softly fibrates on my night table I look at the screen and see it is an unknown number my hands scramble to get the phone "Hello?" I answer pressing it against my ear waiting patiently for the other person to speak "Bella it is Jungkook. please don't hang up. I need help its Jimin" my body goes cold in an instant as Jungkook rushes the words out "what about him?" I ask closing my eyes hoping he is okay "well he is locked up" Jungkook explains making my heart sink "what?" I asked confused "where is he?" I ask standing up and grabbing my keys to go bail the idiot out "we are at the one closest to your house" he explained I nod for a moment until his words sunk in completely "wait what do you mean we?" I ask running a hand through my hair "well Jimin and I are arrested but just come and get him out please he is losing his mind" Jungkook explains sounding tired I nod " I'm on my way" I say cutting the call before rushing down the stairs I jump in my car and drive to the police station "Hello" I say smiling at the counter "I'm here for Jimin and Jungkook" I explain pulling out my credit card to pay for their bail the receptionist smiles at me before taking my card "what happened?" I asked her hoping she would give me some intel "well the blond forcefully made out with a girl and the dark hair one beat her boyfriend" she explained looking at me "Blond?" I asked confused she nodded before handing me my credit card "Are you sure you're talking about the right people? I don't know a blond; well, I do but his name is not Jimin or Jungkook" I explain feeling lost and confused "is it them?" She asked pointing towards Jungkook and a blond Jimin I massage my temples and let out a sigh 


"Yeah, that's them" I say walking towards them feeling anger bubbling up in me. I stop in front of them the smell of alcohol invading me in the worst possible way I slap Jimin "forcefully making out with a girl? what the fuck were you thinking?" I yell at him wanting to slap him again. But the way he looks at the ground I can clearly see he is regretting it "and you" I say my voice sharper than I intended "beating up her boyfriend? are you fucking stupid?" I yell slapping him across the face h also looks down "One is not enough for you why the fuck would you tell me to only bail Jimin out?" I yell rising my hand again, but it gets caught midair "I think that's enough" Yoongi says from behind me "Fine" I mumble pulling my hand free before I step in front of Jimin again I use my index finger to tilt his face up. there is a fresh scar over his eye, his lip is bleeding, and his cheek bone is bruise's purple "fuck it Jimin" I whisper feeling my eyes tearing up I do the same to Jungkook and see he has similar scars on his face.


"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask cupping Jimin's face forcing him to look at me his eyes searches mine for a moment "I am sorry Bella" he whispers his eyes dropping to the ground I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Let's go" I whisper before taking his hand and leading him to my car, he follows me without saying a word "Please don't take me back to my place" he whispers looking out of the window "I was not planning on taking you to your house" I say keeping my eyes on the road as I pull up in my driveway "let's get you cleaned up okay? we can worry about the rest tomorrow" I explain getting out of the car he follows again. Maybe he is not as drunk as I thought he was? 


"How much did you drink?" I ask walking into my bedroom and closing the door behind us "We didn't drink Bella" Jimin explains I look at him confused "Okay let's talk about it tomorrow then?" I ask looking at my bathroom "there is fresh water in the tub go bath I'll fix you up when you're done" I say gesturing to the bathroom he nods and walks into the bathroom slightly closing the door behind him I walk to my closet and grab my medical aid bag I throw it on the bed before looking for some of his clothes between mine eventually I find a pair of shorts just as he walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist water droplets still running down his perfect body.

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