I Want the Headline

14

There was caked blood everywhere. Jimin laid perfectly still, his breath hitching as he tried to muscle through the pain with each breath he took. Sprawled out on his back, he whined lowly when you started to tug his shirt up over his head. "Baby, that hurts.." he breathed, fingers curling around your wrist.

"I know, but I need to check." You replied, laying his hands up over his head. "Where does it hurt most?" Shirt pulled up to his underarms, you gently pressed against the dark bruise flourishing under his ribs. He flinched away, jaw dropping at the pain. His body had completely stiffened, in too much pain to relax immediately. Placing a hand on his navel you tried to coax him to lie down flat again. Jimin shook his head,

"It hurts too much." He whispered breathlessly, "Just let me sleep for a bit here, okay?" Jimin was trying to slowly inch away from your hands, but by the faces, he was making you could tell that he was harming himself more than helping. You pulled your hands away momentarily,

"Jimin, let me help you." You huffed,"Stop moving so much.' Frustrated, you pulled on him a bit rougher than you intended and he cried out, glaring at you,

"That hurts, Y/N!" He hissed,"Everything fucking hurts!" He seemed to have gotten mad at you, but he had finally stayed still enough to let you check him over and stitch him up. It didn't surprise you as much as it should have to find surgical thread and needles in one of Jungkook's drawers. You wondered if those scars on his hands were once stitched up by himself.

Hands still raised over his head, Jimin quietly watched you work, eyelids drooping occasionally. You glanced at him, gaze softening, "You can sleep Jimin." You whispered, "You're safe now." He grinned sleepily,

"You're gonna keep all the bad men away from me?"

You chuckled, nodding to him, "Of course, Jiminie." His eyes had slipped shut but quickly reopened at the pet name. Jimin stared up at you thoughtfully, reaching one hand out to hold onto your arm lightly while you worked on the gash on his ribs.

"No one's called me Jiminie in such a caring way in a while." He mused, running his hand over his face to wipe away the drowsiness. "Are you done yet, baby? I'm tired."

You looked over the stitching and then dabbed gently at it with gauze and alcohol. Leaning over, you blew against the wound, ignoring the iron smell wafting from Jimin's body. You sat back up, covering the wound with a dry gauze patch. "I'm done, are you ready to get into bed?"

"No." He gently pushed your hands away from his sides, careful of his new stitches. Jimin shook his head, wincing at the pain that shot up his back at the action. You sighed, brushing his hands aside to grip onto his arm and lightly pull on him. He winced, but you ignored it.

"Jimin, come on." You begged softly, "You're hurt, just lay on the bed and rest." You watched him eye Jungkook's bed dangerously before shaking his head no.

Uncomfortably sprawled out on the floor, Jimin, tried to roll onto his side, insisting that he would sleep there for the night. You weren't having any of that and insisted that he sleep on the bed. You didn't mind sleeping on the ground and if Jungkook disapproved so much, you were sure he could find a cot or something for Jimin. "Jimin.." You pleaded, "Sleeping on the floor is not going to help you heal any faster." You reached out, brushing back his hair that had fallen into his eyes. "I'll talk to Jungkook when he gets back, everything will be okay. Just lay in the bed for tonight."

He stared straight at you, gaze disbelieving, "Y/N, you're not his girlfriend." He whispered, "Whatever pull you think you have on Jungkook, you don't...You're just a girl from the prostitution room who picked him." His expression saddened at the stunned look on your face. Jimin softly cradled your hands between his bandaged ones,"I'm sorry Y/N, but that's all he sees you as; a prostitute that he's now in charge of..." His fingers tightened around your hands, "For your sake, I wish he viewed you as more...but you're not; not to him."