want

3.9❀

jimin had fresh tears running down his cheeks as he stumbled up the street to jungkook's house. his lungs were burning and his entire body ached, but it didn't matter now. he just wanted a hug and to sleep. and maybe some pain medicine. the blonde felt relief flood through him when he  saw jungkook's house only ten feet or so away, picking up his pace even though it hurt.

jimin knocked on the door frantically, beginning to feel lightheaded. he let out a shaky breath and wiped his tears, sniffling. he knows he looks awful, but that's the last thing he's thinking about. the door,opens not long after, catching him by surprise. jungkook stood at the door, his lips swollen and hair messy. he looked irritated, but softened up when he saw who it was and automatically wrapped jimin into a tight, comforting hug. jimin started crying again, grabbing the bluish-grey material of jungkook's shirt in his small fists. jimin felt jungkook rub his back soothingly, unknowingly hitting one of the many bruises. "jimin hyung, oh my god. what happened?"

"t-taehyung," jimin cried, allowing the younger to guide him through the house, shutting the front door with his foot. he recognized the room jungkook led him to as the living room, spotting yoongi on the couch, scrolling through his phone. his hair was messy and his lips were swollen. jimin could feel the negativity radiate off of jungkook at the name, but he didn't care.

"who was at―" yoongi asked, locking his phone and tossing it onto the couch beside him. when he looked up, his breath got stuck in his throat and he stopped talking midsentence. yoongi's lips fell into a small 'o' and he stood up quickly, rushing over to the chair jungkook was helping jimin into. he bent down so he was eye level with jimin, wanting to reach out and examine the blue and purple marks scattering jimin's skin but refrained from doing so, knowing it hurt. "jimin, what happened? shit―jungkook, go get him a glass of water and the first aid kit."

jungkook nodded and left the room, "got it."

yoongi pulled the coffee table closer and sat on it, slouching over so he could look at jimin. the blonde had his shoulders slumped, staring at the ground as he sniffled quietly. "jimin, honey, look at me." yoongi sweetly whispered, running his fingers through jimin's tangled bangs. the blonde looked up, tge sight breaking yoongi's heart into two. the black haired male frowned. "what happen, jim? you don't have to say if you don't want to."

"taehyung thought i cheated b-but i didn't. he wouldn't believe me and started to h-hit me." jimin stuttered out. his voice was quiet, yoongi almost couldn't hear it. he felt anger course through his veins, putting it off for the moment and taking the first aid kit and glass of water from jungkook as he came in.

"i called hoseok," jungkook murmured quietly, only that yoongi can hear. "he isn't happy. he's on his way over. he'll be here soon."

yoongi nodded and whispered back an answer before talking to jimin. he grabbed a cloth and soaked it in a liquid tgat smelled awful, "this might sting a bit, but it's to clean out the cut on your lip."

jimin nodded, grabbing jungkook's hand for support. he felt disheartened and sad. empty, almost. once yoongi cleaned the blood off jimin's face and the cut, he threw everything mindlessly back into the kit and stood up, kissing jungkook's head. "i'll be back. jimin, drink some water and try to shower or bath, okay?"

jimin and jungkook both nodded, mumbling a small goodbye to yoongi as the older left. jungkook stood up watching jimin drink a little bit of the water and stand up as well, silently following jungkook.

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jimin stepped out of the shower and focused on not slipping. he grabbed a towel off the rack, drying himself off before he dropped the towel, sliding on the outfit jungkook had lend him. the sweater was a little big but jimin was okay with that; he didn't want to see the hues of purple, blue, and even green that scattered his once clear flawless skin himself, much less let others see. by the time jimin was done getting dressed, the fog on the mirrored had cleared (for the most part) and he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflective surface.

his face was swollen and his lips were busted open and his cheekbone was a deep violet in color, not the usual soft rosy pink. he sighed and looked away, shuffling out of tge bathroom whilst ruffling his damp hair. going down the steps, jimin heard hoseok talking and he felt his heart lighten up in the least.

"―i'll take care of jiminie, kook, don't worry. now go find yoongi hyung before he kills taehyung." hoseok chuckled. jimin could tell it wasn't a genuine laugh and he wasn't surprised in the least.

"hi, hyung." jimin softly says, making his way over to hoseok shyly. hoseok smiled painfully at jimin, tears filling his eyes when he saw how badly taehyung hurt jimin. hoseok waved, unable to trust his voice anymore and opened his arms.

"c'mon, doll  you're coming with me."

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i might double update, depends on if i fall asleep or not, so watch out for that