fixa

nine

jimin and i have been going out in public a lot more, and eventually it came to where I was just fine going alone, and I wasn't at all nervous. I was allowed to return to work, even if i didn't want to. but I still had to, as long as I didn't want to be put in jail.

today has been like any other, except for a woman I work with handing me a blanket as a return present, even throwing in a flirty wink. her attempt at flirting almost makes me groan.

I'm sitting at work, having just gotten back from a case, when I get a phone call. i vaguely recognize the number, so I pick up. the person on the other line is crying, and I recognize them as Jimin.

"jiminnie? why are you crying?" I ask, beginning to pack my things incase he needs me.

"yoongi, they found me. it hurts so bad," he sobs, and it's difficult to understand his words.

"what? who found you?" i ask, gathering my things quicker.

"the guys from the jewelry store, yoongi. they found me a-and they-" he's interrupted by his own sobs. I finish putting everything into my backpack, rushing out the door.

"baby where are you?" i ask, clocking out for work.

"the dance studio I took you to when we first met. please hurry yoongi, they might come back. I need you," he says, his sobbing dieing (dying???) down just the slightest.

"I'll try baby, I've already left. if they come back do whatever you can to make sure you don't leave that room," i say, hanging up.

i try my hardest to remember where the studio is, and when I do I set it in the navigation of my car, wasting no time to pull out of the parking lot.

I don't bother to park my car perfectly, jumping out as soon as the car is off. I sprint around the corner of the studio, pushing through the door, to find one of my worst fears.

jimin is laying on the floor against the large mirror wall, completely naked and sobbing. his hair is messed up and he has marks all over his body, marks that look painful. there's only one thing they could've done to him. I throw my backpack on the ground, walking over to him.

the closer I get the more fainter marks i can see. I reach him, holding my arms out for him. he falls into them, wrapping his arms around me, his fists curling into my shirt.

"they did this to you?" i ask, pulling back a little to look at some of the marks on his back. they look like marks made from punches, slaps, and whips. at this point I'm not at all distracted by him being completely naked in front of me.

he nods, crawling into my lap, trying his best to hide his body. he's shivering, and i just want him to be okay.

"where are your clothes?" I ask, and by now he's just sniffling, curling into a ball in my lap.

"i-i don't know, I think they took them. yoongi it hurts so much. they raped me and bent my arms and legs in ways they shouldn't bend and i-im in so much pain. please make it go away," he whispers, and I flatten down his hair, petting his head.

"Don't worry baby, you're okay now. take my jacket," i say, unwrapping my arms and slipping off my jacket, with difficulty due to Jimin's arms refusing to leave my shoulders. he quickly puts it on, covering most of his body with it, granted it's rather large on the both of us.

"m-my legs are so cold," he says, and I let one of my hands fall to rub his leg, trying to warm him up with friction. im trying to think of something I could do, when I remember I always have a spare pair of clothes in case a case gets a little dirty

"baby you have to let me go, I have to get something out of my bag," i say, and his arms leave me. I hurriedly head towards the door, where I threw my backpack, and grab it, heading back over to jimin. I unzip it, and a certain white fluffy fabric catches my eye. I remember the blanket the woman gave me earlier. I thank her in my head, pulling it out and setting it to the side. I pull out the extra pair of basketball shorts I packed, handing them to jimin.

"help me, yoongi," he says, holding the shorts out to me. I realize it may be a little difficult for him to stand. I crawl over to him, taking the shorts. i slip them over his ankles and up his legs, and he lifts his hips a little so I can pull them over him. he hands me my jacket back, in return for the extra t-shirt I packed. even if he's dressed now, plenty of marks still show, and they make me fume even more, that someone would dare hurt my jimin.

i put everything but the blanket in the bag, slinging it over my shoulder. i wrap the blanket snugly around jimin, getting on one knee. i put one arm behind his arms, the other under his knees, picking him up and quickly carrying him out of the studio.

my only focus is getting home and making sure jimin is okay, so when we to get home I rush him in the house, sitting on the couch, him still settled on my lap.

"yoongi it hurts so bad," he says, and I rub his back. "i know baby, but it'll heal. you'll be okay. im never gonna let them touch you again," i say, kissing his forehead.

we sit there for a while, Jimin in my lap, wrapped in a blanket. his breath is shaky, but otherwise he's not shivering or cold anymore.

"do you need anything baby?" I say, my voice quiet and gentle. "i need you," he responds, hugging my tighter. he refuses to let go, like a panda on bamboo.

"and hot chocolate would be nice too," he says, and I smile. "You're gonna have to let go of me if you want hot chocolate," i say, and if possible, his grip tightens. "nevermind," he says, and I laugh.

"You're going to have to let go anyways. I've got to go turn off the lights and lock the back door," i say. surprisingly, without arguing, he slides off my lap, immediately curling into himself. I stand up, quickly doing the chores I addressed, and when I get back Jimin's already sound asleep. I smile softly, sitting next to him. I lean down slowly, pressing my lips against his temple quickly, wrapping my arms around him, following him into the peaceful unconscious state.

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i dont have anything to say other than I'm feeling really :/ and i wanna cry but it's all for no apparent reason/a reason that's really stupid so idk anyway it's nice bc nobody cares but I'm saying it anyway lmao whatever hope this was somewhat okay???