Care for me(Namjin×yoonmin)

If You Help I'll...

Jimin pov

"I can have Namjoon give you a ride to Flowers of Hope. It's getting kind of dark." Jin offers and my eyes widen.

"Oh no,that's fine." I answer while backing away. "I should probably get going before I miss my train."

"It's not that big a deal. I want to do this and I'm sure Namjoon won't have a problem." Jin insist as I look behind me to the exit door.

"I really have to go-bye!" I yell as I run away. I can hear Jin calling for me in the distance, but I ignore it as I run out the front gate and down the sidewalk. The last thing I need is for Jin to meet Mr.Il. Jin has that sixth sense thing going on and I can't risk him asking questions.

So I continue to run until I reach the station. I pull out my card that Mr.Il so kindly loaded for me yesterday and I still can feel the haunting sound of his voice as he explained why he gave it to me.

"This way you can get home faster. I wouldn't want my precious gem to be out in the cold all night."

I shake the thought from my head and run onto the crowded train right when the doors close. To say that I feel beyond uncomfortable is an understatement. Everyone's breath is fanning my face and their bodies are pressed to all parts of my body.

My coat is making everything worse as the fabric sticks to my skin and it's making me nauseous, but I suck it up for the 20 minute ride. When it's my turn to get off, I shove my way through the crowd of people and spurt out apologies left and right.

When I'm off, I bend over and hold my knees as I suck in the cold bitter air. From this stop it's only a five minute walk to Flowers of Hope and I wish it was longer. I take my time walking down the side walk and crossing the street until I'm met with the misleading white fence and welcoming front porch.

It's all lies and only the kids who live inside know the horrors that go on in here. I take out my key from my pocket and unlock the front door to see all the kids paralyzed with fear. Mr.Il stands in the center of the hallway holding this girl that couldn't be more than 11 in a death grip.

"You're coming with me! You know where disobedient children like you go!" His voice boomed throughout the house and all the kids shrunk back in fear.

"Please, it was an accident. I won't do it again. I-I promise." She stuttered, but Mr.Il's horns only grow as he lifts her hands up in the air as he slaps her face hard causing spit to fly out of her mouth. He is breathing hard when his eyes land on me.

"Oh Jimin, you're home." He says in a completely different tone. He notices my petrified eyes as I stare at the scene in front of me. "Oh, are you worried about this little brat? Don't be- I'll be right with you when I'm done." If it meant escaping him, I would bite my own tongue and happily welcome death, but I can't leave this earth yet.

"D-do you have to punish her?" I question hesitantly as I drop my backpack by the front door. All of the children's faces pale at my defiance. No one has probably ever questioned Mr.Il except Minjae. However, being his favorite is another story.

"Jimin, I don't want to get mad at you. Why don't you just clean up and wait in your room?" He licks his lips as his eyes trace my body from top to bottom. I shake my head and step forward.

"No, please. Just let her go and-"

"You know what will happen if you try to help her. Do you really want to go down this road...again?" His voice is stone cold and I shiver from the memories that try to resurface-

Kiss it

Suddenly my hands begin to shake and my head feels like it's been filled with air as I struggle to keep my head afloat. "Y-yes. I-I'll go." I glance at the girl who has silent tears running down her face. "Just give her another chance."

Mr.Il pouts at my sacrifice, but releases the girl and lets her drop to the floor. she waste no time running into another girls arms and burying her head in her chest to cry. Mr.Il's pointer finger curls towards his body as he ushers me to follow him. The room parts like the red sea as he guides me towards a door at the end of the hall.

It creaks as it opens to reveal a steep staircase with carpet the color of vomit. We quietly descend the staircase until we reach the bottom. It's like I just entered the pits of hell except instead of heat that could melt your skin, it's a bone shattering freezer in the basement. I hug my winter coat to my body as he takes a set of keys out his pocket.

"You know you don't have to do this love. If you want we could just go back to your room and just forget about all of this." Mr.Il states as he rubs my arms, but this fate is better than anything he could possibly do in that cursed room.

He sighs when he sees that I'm not budging and grunts as he slides an old dresser and a few boxes to the side of the room to reveal a small door in the wall. I bite the inside of my cheek drawing blood as he takes my hand and pulls my body against his. I instantly tense against him.

"Jimin, it really hurts me to do this." He lifts my chin up towards his and rubs my cheek so softly that it makes my feet tingle. "I love you." He leans down and kisses my lips gently before pulling away and waits for my reply.

"...I l-love you too." I whisper right before he throws me into the cramped room and locks me inside. The sound of the dressers and boxes moving makes my throat close up as I stare into the darkness. I can't even see my hands in front of me or my breath that I know is releasing small puffs of air.

I hug my legs closer to my body. I love you too...

Every time I let those words leave my lips I feel like a sword has pierced my heart. If I was stronger like Jin or even Minjae I could've said no and just found a way around everything, but I'm not. I'm weak and I have no backbone. I let tears fall down my cheeks as I curse my unfortunate life.

...I wish my parents were alive.

A/N I know this chapter was sad as I don't know what, but I promise to make the next one more light on your hearts. Comment and vote on this chapter. Tell me all about your feelings. Until next time, deuces my faithful burritos.