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ten

I wake up on the couch, feeling dazed and hungover. jimin is facing me, asleep as well. I groan, trying to remember what woke me up, when I remember I have work today and it was my alarm that woke me up. I carefully slide from jimins grasp, quietly making my way to my room so I can get dressed.

recently, ever since the incident I almost died, I stopped wearing the thousands of layers of clothes. now it's just a t-shirt, a jacket, and jeans. no excess jewelry, just simple. it feels so much better, to he completely honest.

when I get back into the livingroom, everything I need packed up, Jimin is awake. he's sitting up, rubbing his eyes. I still have ten minutes before I have to leave, so I sit next to him, my arm sliding over his shoulder. "good morning baby," i say, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

"morning," he says, yawning a little.

"How are you feeling?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"im feeling better. still sore, but better," he says, and I smile knowing he's already improving.

it's kind of hard to think about how just weeks ago I was the one who needed comforting, I was the one who was getting kissed up to. I was the one who was broken and hurt, I was the one who needed protecting. and now it's almost as if the roles have switched, yet again.

"Alright. well stay home today. if im lucky I'll get home early. see you later," i say, patting his thigh and kissing him quickly. I pick up my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder.

i close the door behind me, and im about to leave before I notice there's a note on the door, taped there. I hesitantly take it off, expecting the worst.

we know where you live. there's no way you can stop us. we'll make you pay for what you did all those years ago, and for what you did that day by the store. we'll make you pay for it over and over again.

- you should know who

i fold the note carefully, putting it in the smallest pocket of my backpack. I know who wrote this, and i know it's a bad thing. I also know I can't leave jimin alone anymore.

I unlock the door again, heading inside to see Jimin in the same spot I left him. he's surprised to see me. I take the note out again, handing it to him.

he reads it, looking up at me when he's done with a questioning stare.

"i can't leave you here jimin. they know where we live, they're gonna find a way to hurt you again. can you walk?" I ask, and he nods. "okay, well get dressed. you're coming to work with me until I can find a way to keep you safe," i say, helping him stand up.

I wait in the livingroom until he comes out again, fully clothed. he has his phone, headphones and charger in hand, and we leave the apartment.

when we get to the police department, people look confused to see a new face, but they don't question it. we get into my office, locking the door behind him.

he sits in my swivel chair, and I lean against my desk.

"what did they mean they're gonna get you back for what you did years ago?" He says, and I sigh. I knew he was going to ask.

"That's not important," i say, and he groans. "of course it's important if they want to rape me and hurt me again because of it," he says, and I let my head fall in my hands.

"jimin, please don't bring it up. it's nothing," i say, wiping my face. he glares at me.

"Why are you keeping everything from me? shouldn't you tell me everything? do you not trust me?" He asks, his eyes trained on mine.

"jimin," i warn, but he continues anyway.

"for God's sake yoongi don't you think it's fair you tell me everything about your past? we should do that for each other," he says, and I stare at him, my arms falling to my sides.

"You mean like how you told me about you and Taehyung? how I had to find out because I walked in on you making out with him? how I walked in just after I caught my boyfriend cheating on me? how my only thought at that moment was killing myself? tell you what jimin, tell me about your mom. tell me about your home life. tell me every one of your damn secrets," i say, my voice calm. I don't want to let any negative emotions through.

"i dont really want to talk-"

"exactly jimin. you have your secrets, and I have mine. there's some things I'd rather you didn't know," i say quietly. I expect him to give up now. he looks hurt, and that's the last thing I wanted. I just had to tell him that.

"but yoongi, this doesn't have to be a secret-"

"jimin, drop it. your knowledge of this situation doesn't change anything. regardless whether you know what this is about or not, I'm going to make sure they never lay a finger on you again. I'm going to deal with it. this doesn't have anything to do with you," i say, the beginning a little harsh. he bites his lip.

"i-im sorry," he says, and my stance alters a little. his head falls. I walk forward a little, forcing him to look up at me.

"Don't be sorry, baby. I know this is sudden and everything, but the less you know the better. I just want you safe," i say. he stands up, throwing his arms over my shoulders, connecting our lips in a sweet, heartfelt kiss.

the perfect moment is interrupted when mr. lee decides to burst in. I turn my head to look at him, still hugging jimin.

"ah, I see, getting a little steamy. sorry, but you've got a case. be down in ten," he says, closing the door behind him. I turn back to jimin, and we smile at each other.

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idk how to carry on from this event to the next help