A pure Soul

9.

"I am Hoseok by the way, but you can call me Hobi Hyung!"

I was dumbfounded. Hyung? Who are these guys and what do they want from me? I was in such an state of shock and confusion that I didn't fight back at all.

POV. Author

The walk back into the living room was quiet, Jimin looked the whole time at his small fingers. He didn't dare to take a look at one of the strangers. He didn't even know who they were, other than they are seemingly rich and criminals! Wait... Rich and criminals? Are they members of the mafia! Jimin's heart stopped at this thought. It can't be, can it? 

His thought process, was interrupted when he was suddenly placed down on a soft fabric. "I am going to get you something to eat and a painkiller, don't even think about running again.", the last part was particular emphasized. Jimin didn't know what to do, so he just looked down, nodding obedient at the taller's command. What he didn't see was the little uplift of Taehyung's lips, before turning his back to the smaller and walking off towards the kitchen. Even if he tried to run, he hadn't the slightest chance of getting away, was all Taehyung could think of.

Hoseok, who was sitting next to the fragile boy, was watching their discussion amused. He seemed like he had gone trough hell and back, was all he could think of and his heart felt like tearing apart at the look of the bruises, covering the smaller's face. "Here you go!", Hoseok gave the small human in front of him a tissue, for his still bleeding nose.

"Who is this! And what is he doing here?", Jin bursts in the living room, holding his favorite weapon, a wooden spoon in his hand. The sudden unknown and loud voice had terrified Jimin and his head turned towards the source of the screaming voice, with eyes as big as tennis balls, he watches frightened as the person seven meters in front of him is getting closer with every step he took. Panic grew in the smaller and his eyes seemed as if they were going to pop out any second now, when the stranger suddenly stopped. "That's the little boy Taehyung brought a few days ago, Jin hyung.", Hoseok next to the smaller boy said and laid his arm on his shoulders and around his neck, which made him flinch out of reflex and also pain. Jimin looked once again at his small hands kneading them as if they were the most interesting things he has ever seen. Silence spread through the room.

"Oh my God! that's the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life!", Jimin felt a stinging pain on his cheeks, as Jin pinched them, as a grandma does to her grandchild. What's with them and pinching strangers? Jimin thought. "What's your name?", the taller asked, while squatting in front of him. Jimin was terrified his hands were wet with sweat and his heart was jumping in his chest, like a bunny, caged behind his ribs. He looked around everywhere except the eyes of his opposite. The stranger in front of him seems to understand the feeling and anxiety the fragile boy in front of him deals with, the older is heartbroken at the sight of the hundreds of bruises all over his body, that were seen even though he wore a hoodie and jeans... How many more are there beneath these layers of fabric? 

"My name is Kim Seokjin but you can call me Jin Hyung!", the older said, while forcing a big friendly smile on the top of his lips, hiding the big concerns for the little sweet creature right in front of him. Who in his right mind would hurt this angel right in front of him? "J-Jimin... P-park J-Jimin", a nearly inaudible voice answered his till then self-talk. 

POV. Jin

Jimin... Ji-min, why does it sound so similar? (A/N; I am aware that Jimin is in Korea a very popular name, please ignore the fact for the sake of my crappy storytelling O.O) "That's a cute name, it suits you, sweetie!", I give him a big comforting smile, but his glassy eyes show nothing but pure anxiety. What had he gone through? I carefully take his chin and tilt his head to the right side, receiving a better look at the big bruise around his neck, big meaty handprints are seen, he has been choked! My blood started to boil, who dares to do something like this to a poor child. I was  about to speak again, when Tae entered through the kitchen door with a tray in his hands on it was a bowl of my freshly made soup with a bread, a glass of water as well as a small pill. "Oh, Jin Hyung I didn't know you would be here! I took a bowl of soup for this boy in front of you! I hope you don't mind.", I sighed. "No, no of course not but you could have just asked, you literally walked past me less than five minutes ago!" I only earned a confused look. "Did we? Sorry I was deep in thoughts it seems...", he gave me an embarrassed boxy smile and walked over to us placing the tray in front of Jimin. As he got closer to Jimin, the smaller backed away. As I see Jimin's reactions I shoo him away. "Taehyung, don't you see he is afraid of you?", I say with an admonishing voice. "I just want to give him the glass of water and the pain killer!" "Give it to me...", I snatch it from Taehyung's grip and turn to Jimin, "Here you go Jimin.", he just looks between the two of us as I press both things into Jimins small hands. "How do you know his name?", Taehyung exclaims surprised, and I just shook my head "I used my pretty mouth and asked him a incredible complicated question, it's called what is your name? You should try it!", I answered with a good portion of sass, smirking at the boy in front of me. "Don't you worry about these rowdy's, they won't do anything to you! I'll promise you, now how about you take the painkiller and eat something to fill this little tummy of yours." He looks at the tray in front of him with big eyes. "I-I am not h-hungry.", he snaps out of his a bit to long stare, "Could I go home now?", he pleads with big round puppy eyes. Hoseok frowns "We have already answered this question earlier, you can't go. At least not for now.", I observe his hopeful eyes turn into disappointing ones. "Don't be sad! You can go as soon as you are fully healed. But it wouldn't be really responsible of us to let you go in your condition." I tried to cheer him up, which worked pretty decent, "You promise?", he asks quietly and I nod to reassure him. "Thank you", he mouthed and a smile spread on his face, making my heart skip a beat. 

A little grumble was heard, Jimin's stomach draw attention to himself, and his cheeks turned light pink in embarrassment. "I think your stomach doesn't agree  with you saying, that you aren't hungry. You better feed him or I'll do it for you!", Hoseok chuckled amused and Jimin his face turned in a even darker shade of pink, before quietly picking up the spoon and starting to shovel the soup into his mouth. 

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