Bts // One Shots

Hero - Jimin

I reach to the highest shelf attempting to put away the trays that I had just cleaned when I hear footsteps behind me. I quickly turn around and suddenly a guy lunges at me. I scream and cover my face. He takes the trays in my hands, chucking them behind him. I look up in fear and try to take in who I'm seeing but it's some stranger, clearly too strong for me to fight. He shoves me against the wall and I hit my head. 

"I'll stop if you beg me." What the hell is wrong with this guy?! His hand strokes my face, he smells like cigarettes and cheap alcohol. "Get on your knees bitch." I stay standing leaning my back into the wall. He frowns and kicks me to my knees. I fall and graze my hands and knees, "Call me master and I'll walk away." Is this some kind of sadistic kink? 

I don't recognise him so this might be a random attack, unplanned, could have happened to anyone but it just had to be this store on my shift. Well, I'd rather take a few kicks then give him my dignity.

"Still not speaking? You didn't come across as the stubborn type. I like it when they fight." The last sentence is a whisper, his lips graze my ear and I shudder. He stands straight and looks at me with a slipping smile, he growls with anger at my silence and kicks my shoulder making me fall back. I lean against the wall again and wince in pain.

"Fuck off." I hiss. I'm not the type to keep my mouth shut when I should, even when it's just best for me. He's clearly not finding it fun anymore. He kicks me again and I put up my arms to defend myself but the impact blindly hurts. I gasp in pain and a small smile appears on his face again. I was right about him being a sadist. He grabs me by my arm, lifts me to my feet and holds me by both my arms. I struggle in his grip but he has a firm grasp.

"When I let go you'll kneel and call me Master. I was being nice but you've pushed it." I stare into his eyes with anger but although I could never admit it aloud, I'm scared. But like usual I take it too far. I spit in his face.

"Suck it, bitch," I say preparing myself for the consequence. 

His eyes swirling with madness and grow a blaze of rage. He chucks me to the floor with a thump. He walks closer but suddenly his head jolts and he falls to the ground unconscious. I stare at the lump on the floor in shock them look up. Jimin stands there with his fists up. He lets his arms fall to his sides as he rushes over to me. He crouches and goes to touch the top of my arm where he left bruises because of how tightly he held onto me. I wince when he comes into contact with the sensitive skin.

"I've called the police and they're on their way. Are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?" I shake my head.

"How did you know I needed help?" I ask, unsure of why he's here.

"I came to beg for a free coffee but I saw you were in the back so I came in quietly to make you jump but then heard you sounding like you were in trouble," Jimin says. I stare at the guy on the floor scared he was going to wake up but police sirens become louder in my ears.

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I give a statement and refuse to go to the hospital, "Thank you, officers, but honestly I'm fine." Jimin takes his hand in mine and I'm shocked by the familiar contact.

"I'll get her home safely." We both bow and he lets go of my hand. What was that about? "You want to stay at mine?" Jimin offers. I raise an eyebrow. I point to the tree across the street.

"That tree works hard to provide us with oxygen and there you go saying crap like that, go apologize for wasting good air," I say making him chuckle.

"C'mon, it's either that or I'm crashing at your flat. You just went through something pretty traumatic." He stands really close to me, "I'm not letting you out of my sight." I look at Jimin unsure if I should be happy he's offering company or if I should be refusing, "And it seems you need me to keep an eye on you. You always manage to get your self in trouble. You need a babysitter."