Care for me(Namjin×yoonmin)

Hell is real

Jin pov

Jimin and I pant as we reach our apartment building and run to our door on the first floor. I take out my keys as fast as possible and open the door.

When I enter, my face slams into Mr. Seon's chest. I stumble backwards and Jimin catches me.

"What time is it?"

I train my eyes to the microwave time across the room and gently place my backpack on the floor.

"6:02." I whisper.

"That's right. Now, why were you late?"

I could point out the fact that we could get here faster if he gave us bus fair instead of making us walk 45 minutes, but I don't.

"We got held up at school." I reply simply.

"Held up at school?" He shoves me backwards further into Jimin. "I've been waiting for you two to get home. You thought it was so clever to leave before I woke up didn't you?"

I stiffen and hold Jimin's hand behind me. "Leave Jimin out of it." I state firmly.

"Why don't you two share the beating?" Mr. Seon's right hand balls into a fist and he swings directly at my face. I know if I move Jimin will get hit so I let it connect with my jaw.

My teeth vibrate from the force, but I barely have time to steady myself as he lands another punch to my chest before grabbing my shirt and flinging me into the couch behind him.

I hiss in pain as my wrist twist in an awkward position. When I try to get up I instantly fall back down. My heart rate is frantic as I see Mr. Seon closing in on Jimin who is just standing there frozen in place.

"Jimin, run!" I scream, but he won't budge. I try to stand again and have to turn on my side before I get one knee up. However, it's already too late. Mr. Seon knees Jimin in the stomach making him double over in pain.

Jimin covers his face with the back of his arms as he gets kicked repeatedly.

No! I force myself to stand applying pressure to my probably sprained wrist and ram myself into Mr.Seon full force. He crashes to the ground and I take that time to hull Jimin off the floor and out the door.

I barely notice that we ran past Mrs. Seon until she screams at us to come back. But, I am not going anywhere near that house. I don't let go of Jimin's hand until we are a good three blocks up the road.

I block out the sound of all the cars zooming by us as I take in Jimin's form. He's an absolute mess. His light jacket he was wearing has shoe prints all over it and he has a busted lip. Not to mention his hair that is all over the place.

"Don't worry, I'm fine." Jimin smiles and waves his arms in front of him like it's nothing, but I can see the pain in his eyes.

"Jimin, don't lie to me." It's pure silence between us except the car tires that speed on the road. If it weren't for their headlights I would have missed the way Jimin's face crumbles and his eyes that glaze over with tears.

I don't care if lifting my hand hurts. I wrap my arms around Jimin and don't let go as his body shakes in my arms and he let's everything out. " It hurts."

I shush him and stroke his hair. "I know." I choke out as I let him continue to cry. After a few more minutes, I look at the moon that has risen over the sky and white smoke that leaves my mouth when I breath.

It's freezing and we are not prepared.

I try to think of any place that might be good to go to but end up coming up with only one.

"Come on." I grab Jimin's hand with my good hand and direct him to start walking on the sidewalk towards the school. "Everything's going to be okay."

I glance at him and he's only focused on the cement sidewalk and has a distant look in his eyes. Right when I'm about to nudge him, he lifts his head and responds. "Tomorrow will be better right?"

I nod my head and smile at him. "Yeah, tomorrow will be better."

***
When we finally get to the front doors we stop. On the front entrance is a banner that reads: Welcome to our annual Winter Festival. Standing by the front door is Jungkook who is passing out fliers to the guest.

People of all ages enter through the double doors; children and their parents, teenagers and grandparents.

"Let's head around back." Jimin nods and follows me towards the back entrance. When I test the back door to see if it's open I'm happy to know that it is. I wave Jimin over who was patiently waiting for further instructions.

"To the nurses office." I guide him passed corridors and evade the small traffic of people by staying in the dark and the non occupied classrooms. It takes a minute before we finally get there, but when we do I open the door and usher Jimin inside."Sit on the bed. I'm going to look for something to clean your lip."

Jimin drags his feet to the bed and slowly sits on it. I exhale deeply finally allowing myself to feel the effects of all the hits I took. I touch my chest from the punch. I probably have a bruise there. Then, I crack my jaw because it's throbbing from the hit I took to the face.

Then I hold my wrist in place and twist it around, but stop abruptly when that small movement causes it to sting. I shake it off and begin to rummage through the nurses office supplies. When I find what I'm looking for, I run over to Jimin and place the first aid kit on the pillow next to him.

I pull out some gauze and put some on my finger. "This might sting a little." He closes his eyes as I rub some on his busted lip. My eyebrows furrow as I examine him again.

This is all my fault. If I had just been faster I could have stopped this. If I wasn't so weak-I glare at my wrist.

"Don't blame yourself." Jimin speaks up, but I frown.

"I'm not."

"Yes you are. You always do. The truth is, it's my fault for freezing up like that. If I'd run like you told me to then-"

I shake my head. "No, I know that happens whenever you get into these types of situations. It's fine. I don't know why you do it, but as long as I'm here you'll be fine." At my words, Jimin smiles but something about it seems forced. Unfortunately, I don't have time to question it when the door slams open.

We snap our gaze to a puzzled Namjoon who is holding five pizza boxes.

"What the hell happened to you guys?"

A/N cliffhanger yay!!!! Are you guys excited for the next chapter, I know I am. This is how you can tell I was a counselor. Always motivating people and whatnot. Anywho, continue to read this amazing story that you stumbled across that you absolutely love. I'll catch my Burritos in the next chapter. Until next time, Deuces!