AUTHOR'S POV
As Jimin walked through the quiet night, the weight of his emotions seemed to intensify with each step. His thoughts kept lingering to his best friend's departure. The weight of sorrow pressed heavily upon him, each step marked by the ache of separation. Tears immediately welled up in his eyes, threatening to spill over, again. Memories of their shared moments flooded his mind, making it difficult for him to concentrate on anything else.
He kept making mistakes on taking orders at the cafe earlier, he even accidentally poured the drink he was carrying at some customer that's why his manager kindly suggested that he should clock out early which Jimin thankfully accepted the kind offer.
The solitude of the night enveloped him as he stepped onto the well-trodden path leading home, the silence amplifying the echoes of his heavy footsteps. Sniffling as he wanders through the path questioning himself like,
Does Taehyung already left? Is he really leaving? Is this really happening?
He didn't know if he could do this without Taehyung by his side anymore because this will be the first time, they will be separated from each other as they were attached to the hip ever since they were young.
And the fact that Taehyung will probably be gone, when he gets home, making Jimin heart's shattered more.
Gripping his bag tightly, Jimin quickened his pace. The familiar path seemed longer, as he yearned for one last glimpse of Taehyung. The night air felt suffocating, pressing against him as he battled the uncertainty that gripped his soul.
As he walked faster, his senses heightened, desperately seeking a familiar figure that might ease the suffocating grip of farewell. The anticipation weighed on him, making each step an ardent plea, hoping that he could still catch up, and see him, before his best friend finally leaves.
His occupied thoughts left him vulnerable to the sudden, sinister grip that seized him from behind. His eyes widened in shock as he teetered on the edge of consciousness, desperately attempting to free himself from the vice-like hold.
The dim light revealed a masked figure, shrouded in darkness, whose intent was obscured behind the anonymity of the black mask. Jimin's attempts to break free were futile, his body wiggling in a futile struggle against the relentless grasp that confined him.
"HELP!---
Dragged deeper into the shadows, Jimin's racing heart echoed the fear that now consumed him. The cold wall met his back as the man forcefully pressed him against it, caging him with an intensity that paralyzed his senses.
Pleas and sobs poured from Jimin's lips, tears streaming down his face as his panic intensified. The man's eyes, the only visible feature behind the mask, met Jimin's gaze making his breath hitch with an unsettling familiarity that sent shivers down his spine.
As the man brought his face closer and kisses his neck, a visceral discomfort surged through him. The touch on his neck was an invasion, leaving Jimin sobbing, his vulnerability laid bare.
Weariness settled into Jimin's bones, he felt weak, both physically and emotionally. Yet, despite his weakened state, he felt the grip on his hand firm but not as hard as expected.
Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted, taking a more ominous turn as the man began to undo his shirt. The echoes of his cries grew louder, filling the alley with his haunting pleas and sobs, making the man immediately covered his mouth. Jimin's heart raced, fear pulsating through his veins as he felt his shirt being torn down from his body.
Jimin summoned the last ounce of strength within him. He sank his teeth into the hand that sought to silence him, eliciting a pained hiss from the assailant. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Jimin broke free, his feet pounding the pavement as he sprinted away, leaving his fallen bag behind.
His heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of his frantic footsteps as tears blurred his vision, and exhaustion weighed down on him, transforming every step into a struggle.
His breaths became ragged, each inhale a burning reminder of the relentless chase. The world around him blurred, the outlines of buildings and shadows merging into a disorienting backdrop. Jimin's body screamed for respite, his legs heavy with fatigue.
In a cruel twist of fate, he stumbled, and he crashed onto the unforgiving ground. The impact reverberated through his weakened frame making the masked man catch up to him as Jimin layed weakly on the ground.
As Jimin lay vulnerable, the masked figure loomed over him, fingers about to reach him once more. But before he could even touch Jimin, a sudden punch intervened. The air resonated with the sound of impact, a punch landing with vengeance, making the man staggered back, momentarily disoriented.
Before the assailant could regain his bearings, another blow landed, and the sounds of struggle and defiance filled the air.
Jimin, however, could no longer focus on the unfolding rescue but he saw a blurred silhouette of a man towering his assailant. His vision dimmed further; the world started to slowly fade. His senses overwhelmed and Jimin's awareness slipped away.
The last thing he heard was the persistent echo of punches and the muffled sounds of a struggle before he finally blacked out.
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He was about to leave when he received a call from Jimin's grandmother saying Jimin hasn't come back home yet. The clock displayed
2:47 am, an agonizingly long hour since Jimin's shift had ended, making worry etched on his face.
Urgency gripped Taehyung, and despite the feverish haze engulfing him, he propelled himself forward, juggling with the weight of concern and not caring about the cold wind that mercilessly chilled his weakened body.
Dragging his weak legs through the desolate streets, Taehyung traced the path from Jimin's workplace. His breath hitched when he stumbled upon a harrowing scene that unfurled before him like a nightmare. A man was chasing Jimin, who lay vulnerable on the ground. Anguish and fury collided within Taehyung as he witnessed his best friend's perilous state.
Before the man could even lay his finger towards Jimin, a surge of instinctive protectiveness engulfed Taehyung as he lunged forward, his fist collided with the assailant's face.
Red hues danced before his eyes as he towered over the man, fueled by a primal rage that surged through him. The sight of Jimin's weakened form only intensified his anger, a torrent of emotions threatening to overwhelm him as tears streaked down his face, mirroring the turmoil within.
Reality returned when a familiar voice called out from behind,
"Taehyung!"
Turning his head, Taehyung saw Jungkook sprinting towards them. An inexplicable surge of anger and frustration propelled Taehyung towards Jungkook, his fist colliding with his face, and gripped his collar tightly,
"WHERE WERE YOU?!!" demanding answers for his absence when Jimin needed him the most.
Jungkook, apologetic yet resolute, explained that he had asked Jimin to wait for him, but the smaller insisted on going home alone. Regret clouded Jungkook's eyes as he swatted away Taehyung's grip and hurried toward his boyfriend, who lay on the cold ground, clothes torn, eyes puffy with tears staining his face.
Witnessing the aftermath of the assault, Jungkook's anger flared. His hands clenched in fist as he approached the groaning assailant on the ground. However, before he could punch him, a feeble hand restrained him.
"S-Stop," The masked man finally spoke.
His voice sending shockwaves through Jungkook's entire being. His brow knitted as he seeks for the truth. He quickly ripped the mask away, revealing the unexpected face beneath, Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Yoongi hyung?!"
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Unlikely Hearts JIKOOK FF
Fanfiction"It doesn't matter how loud you love, If the other person is not listening." A Vminkook love triangle story where one is blind, one is numb and one is suffering. They're all felt the same- yet so different.
