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Jimin's pov

I opened my heavy lids just to shut them down again because of the intensity of the light, I waited for my eyes to adjust to the brightness before fully opening them again.

My body felt heavy, maybe due to the effect of the medicine not wearing off entirely. I stretched my body a bit to make it relax some more before  looking around the room.

Hyung was cuddled to the pillows on the couch as he slept. It was a vip suite. We all stayed in vip rooms when we got sick cause we couldn't risk the masses finding out and spreading rumours or disturbing our recovery period.

He must have fallen asleep reading while looking out for me, so cute I marvelled. I wanted to pick him up and set him on the bed, but I don't think I'm strong enough to do that.

"Jiminie..." I heard him call breaking me out of my train of thoughts, I gave him a smile as he made his way towards the bed, pouring me a glass of water.

I didn't know I was thirsty until I gulped down the entire content of the cup, I let out a relaxed sigh as I patted the space next to me for him to climb on.

I snuggled into him immediately he claimed the bed, but I could feel he was worried and wanted to ask something.

"Is something bothering you hyung..." I asked, looking into his eyes. "Baby... are you okay..." he asks, uncertain, making me confused.

"I'm fine, hyung... why are you worried," I said, giving him a gentle smile. "What happened with Na... namjoon. " Not sure if he should call the name, he finally let out what was on his mind.

I wish he didn't because I had totally forgotten what had happened the previous night. The smile on my face immediately dropped as the memories flowed into my brain.

How could I have possibly forgotten about what happened yesterday? My brain was in its little euphoria of reuniting with hyung that I didn't notice that we were still in the hospital.

"Babe..." he calls, rubbing my cheek with his thumb, turning my face to look at him. "... what happened, are you okay, why didn't you tell me," he says, worry lacing in his voice.

That was when it all came to me, and I burst into tears. I didn't know I still had this much tears left. Honestly, I wanted to let them out since the day it happened, but the fear of all the consequences that comes with it made me think twice.

His threat is still clear in my head, I don't know what will happen. I can't believe I actually said it in front of millions of army all across the nation.

What's gonna happen now? How will everything turn back to normal again. I ruined everything, why couldn't I wait just a few minutes more, I handled him for weeks after the incident and two years of bullying, why couldn't I have endured it for a few more minutes like I always did?

And then it happened again, for the second time within God knows how many hours. I had another panic attack, but this time around, I didn't faint because he was here. He was here to calm me down.

He stabilised my breathing and hugged me tightly, rubbing small circles on my back. Moments later, I calmed down a bit, hugging him and inhaling his cologne, which helps in calming me down.

"He... he ra..raped me, hyung, h.. he said that if I told anyone, he's g.. gonna hu...hurt me. I.. I  was s...so scared, he was so scary," I admitted clutching tightly onto his chest, hiding my face, afraid someone might snatch him from me, I told him everythingthat happened that night, and what Namjoon hyung did to me.

I could feel his grip tightening around me. I raised my head from his chest to see his jaw tightly clenched, trying to contain his anger.

"I.. I'm sorry..." he finally let out, burrying his face in my neck and letting his walls fall. He cried, sniffing and blaming himself for not being able to protect me.

"I'm sorry I  shouldn't have drank that much, I was just so happy that they had finally accepted you and were ready to treat you like before that I couldn't help myself but to drink, I'm so sorry Jimin-ah" he says kissing my forehead.

"It's okay, I'm just glad you're here. You're more than enough for me, hyung. Promise me that you'll always stay with me. You are the only one I need right now," I said, giving him a reassuring peck on the lips.

I pulled away, but he pulled me back, connecting our lips again. It felt so heavenly, I missed the feeling of our lips on each other. I melted into the kiss as he sucked on my lips, pushing me down on the bed.

He sucked on my lower lips, biting it, and I let out a low moan as his tongue slipped into my mouth finding my own and sucking on it, I let out a low moan, more like a whine as my stomach did the thing.

His hand slipped into my shirt, coming in contact with my bare skin, I could swear I felt that spark in werewolf stories. This was not the first time we were doing it, but it has been so long that the touches felt foreign yet familiar at the same time.

I let out a loud moan as his hand gripped my niples, his lips now on my neck claiming and marking me there. I tried containing my moans, but my body was completely under his mercy. I felt so sensitive that every touch felt like we had already did the deed.

He lips were above my nipples ready to suck on it when the door was opened, and in came Jin hyung with a food flask.

He stood frozen on his spot, unable to utter a single word, his face flushed red. Yoongi hyung moved away from me like it was normal to see people in that position.

"There is something called knocking, you know," he says, looking, I mean glaring at Jin hyung. "...and they are places where these things are supposed to happen, and its called a bedroom. You find them in a house," he says, rolling his eyes before placing the food flask and getting a plate.

My cheeks were flushed red, and my face was facing the floor. I was so shy for some reasons unknown to me. I meekly took my food, wiping it off and letting out a small burp at the end of  it.

I thanked hyung with a smile who was busy chatting with yoongi hyung. I wanted to ask them about namjoon hyung, but I was scared of their reaction  so I just kept quiet.




Enjoy😘

SpadeZ

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