Forced to be his ♡✔️

3.My love ♥

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Author's Pov

Jimin carefully carried Yoongi to his room and laid him down on the bed, his touch gentle. He couldn't help but notice the bruises marring Yoongi's skin, his heart aching. Immediately, he retrieved a first aid kit, determined to tend to the injuries. Hesitantly, Jimin reached for Yoongi's shirt, a wave of courage washing over him. As he peeled it away, a gasp escaped his lips. On Yoongi's stomach, a deep, angry bruise blossomed. With the utmost tenderness, Jimin cleaned the wound and applied a cold compress to the swollen area. He then changed Yoongi into a fresh shirt, pulling one from his own closet, hoping to provide some measure of comfort.

Jimin's POV
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y heart ached with every ragged breath Yoongi took. He looked so pale, his skin stretched taut over the bone, his usually vibrant lips pale and marred. Those bruises on his stomach, those cruel marks of violence, made my blood boil. How could they have done this to him? To my Yoongi, the sweetest, gentlest soul I've ever known? It was all I could do to stop myself from hunting down those thugs and making them pay for the scars they'd etched on him.

I wanted to kiss those bruised lips, to soothe him, to show him how much I cared, but I couldn't bear the thought of adding even a touch of pain. He was already hurting so much.

Jimin : "Why didn't you report them?"

I whispered, my voice thick with worry.

I gently pulled his shirt off, the sight of his pale, injured body making tears well in my eyes. With trembling hands, I slipped my own shirt on him, the fabric too big, but it was all I had. He looked so small, so vulnerable in it, like a lost puppy. He was so beautiful, even in pain. My own heart ached for him, each beat a thrumming echo of his suffering.

Gently, I laid him down, trying to find a position that wouldn't aggravate his injuries. He snuggled into my embrace, his head resting on my chest, his breaths shallow and unsteady.

Jimin' : "It's okay, Yoongi,"

I murmured, stroking his hair, trying to soothe him.

Jimin : "I'm here now. You're safe with me."

Finally, he was in my arms, where he belonged. My fingers traced the outline of his ribs, feeling the slight tremor beneath my touch.

Jimin :  "I'm here, my love,"

I whispered,

Jimin : "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere."

I held him close, feeling his small frame trembling against mine. I'd protect him with my life, I vowed, shielding him from the world's cruelty, holding him safe within the embrace of my love.

Three hours later...

Yoongi's Pov

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he dampness of hand on my waist sent a shiver down my spine. It felt like a cold snake slithering across me, making my skin crawl. The weight of someone's body pressing down, heavy and unfamiliar, made my breath catch in my throat.

It wasn't a good feeling. My mind was foggy, a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes.

Yoongi : "What...what's happening?"

I whispered, my voice trembling. The words caught like a fishbone in my throat, making me gag.

A sharp sting jolted me awake; a wave of nausea swept over me. My eyes snapped open, and I was met with the face of a stranger, his features blurred, his eyes a dark abyss.