Jimin Protectors ' Book 1 '

Chapter 111 '✅'

Taehyung's POV:

It's been 2 days since Jin talked to me about getting professional help. I locked myself in my room. Jimin tried to knock on my door many times, but I didn't let him in. Kook makes sure I'm fine by forcing me to send him a picture of myself every 3 hours. I know he can break the door, but I need to be alone. I can't take this anymore.

I thought Jimin was fine. That's what kept me sane somehow when I knew he went through the same hell I did. But he's not fine. Jin hyung said he's not. Maybe in my deepest mind I knew this, but I didn't want to bring it up and face the fact that he's not okay.

I gave up the idea that I needed to heal myself when I believed that he could have a girlfriend and live a normal love life. I thought it was fine if one of us could survive this. He did, so I don't need to try.

But everything was wrong. I just made up something I could live with. I know no one can be normal after facing something like this, but I thought his case was different.

Jimin was locked with his uncle. He was naive about what was really going on, and it happened to him just once. But I was not naive. I knew every single touch's meaning, and I was helpless. For how many years he waited for me to get much older, like a pig, so he could eat it when it was fat and worthy.

I had to obey him, or he was going to hurt Jungkook. I knew no one would stop him. There was no one to complain to. He was the law there, and we were just kids who had been left behind by our own parents. Who would feel sorry for us when our own family didn't?

I knew I needed to endure this. I believed this was more bearable than seeing Kook's hurt face. I couldn't be the cause of it.

Sometimes I hated my face. This is what got me into all this. I was the most beautiful kid in the orphanage. Don't mention Jin hyung - he's the handsome one, plus he's not an orphan anymore.

I thought a lot about ruining my face so he would hate me and stop what he was doing to me. But I was a coward kid. I couldn't hurt myself. Every time I held the blade, it would fall the moment it touch my cheek.

I was afraid in the first few months to share what was happening to me. I was just a kid, and he made sure that I needed to keep this secret, or he would make his threats come true.

One night in his office, I was screaming my heart out. That was the first time he let my mouth stay free without gagging me with a cloth to keep me quiet. He wanted to hear my agony out loud. That's where Namjoon hyung found out. He was suspicious. So many nights I would disappear, and I would have a fever the next day or keep silent for even a week. So he started to follow me. But the orphanage manager would lock the door, so Namjoon couldn't figure out what was going on until the night my voice spoke up loud enough for him to understand what was happening to me.

He also had no power to help me. He was just 16. But I remember this clearly - that guy couldn't get his hands on me again. Namjoon hyung never left my side. He used every excuse to not let me be alone with him. He would sleep beside my bed on the floor, walk with me to school, and eat every meal with me. He even waited in front of the bathroom for me to take a shower. I wondered back then if he had time to take one himself. Those days were when I felt the safest.

It didn't take more than a week to find out that they were planning to run away. Not only me, but Yoongi, Namjoon, J-hope, and Kook too. They were really taking the risk - all of them for me. But what shocked me was that it was Jin hyung's idea. He was not the one who would usually break the rules.

I knew what he went through with those monsters. He never deserved this. He even endured this for 4 years, telling us it would get better at some point. But when Namjoon hyung told him what happened to me, he took the lead. I believe he's the bravest man I have ever met. He helped us run away from there and rented a small room with his savings so we could all have a safe place for us.

It was a single room with a small bathroom and an open kitchen. Yes, we were 6 boys in a small room. Even with this small space, they gave me the space I needed. I couldn't stand to be touched, so there was a corner that only I was allowed in.

Jin was already 21 years old, so he was out of his adopted custody. He started to work in a nearby bakery, and the rest of them started to work small jobs that didn't require papers. None of us had our papers.

They didn't let me work. My attacks would hit every time I was touched by any human being, so I stayed there alone. Kookie never knew that what happened to me was under the threat of him being hurt. I begged Namjoon hyung not to tell him. He had nothing to do with this. It was my choice. It wouldn't be fair to let him feel the burden of something he never asked for.

But he was the one who was there, trying to get me back. His touch was the first that I accepted. I don't know why, but his doe eyes never held a threat. He was just a kid. Maybe back then he didn't understand what I was going through, but he grew up with me being this broken, so he learned the hard way how useless I am...

Jungkook: "TAE HYUNG OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR, IT'S TOO MUCH, IT'S ALREADY 2 DAYS, YOU NEED TO EAT SOMETHING, I WILL COUNT TO 3 IF YOU DIDN'T OPEN THE DOOR I WILL BREAK IT"

Kook's loud voice brought me back from my thoughts. Maybe I'm his hyung, but he's scary sometimes. I guess I need to let him in now...