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Yoongi's POV:

"You need me?"

I blink a few times in order to clear my senses. RaeJae didn't jump. Her hand slipped from mine because she turned around to look at me.

"Of course I need you, Rae," I stare into her eyes sincerely, tears raining down her cheeks.

"Yoongi Hyung, Y-your m-my every-everything. The-the boys are my everything," She chokes out while I instinctively clutch onto her two arms, "H-How am I supposed to live without-- without my everything?"

"You don't have to, we're going to get you back. Everything is going to be fine-"

"But how can you be so sure?" She tilts her head helplessly at me.

"Because I truly believe that fate wouldn't put you in the hands of those bastärds. You're meant to be here with us, you just need to fight a little more for it. So, let's get you off this ledge. Okay?"

She steps onto the top of the fence, putting her weight on me so that I can bring her to the ground. Out of the corner of my eye I can see her parents starting to come to us so I block RaeJae's view with my body.

"Rae," I breath out her name and put my hands on her shoulders, "They won't, no, they can't do anything to hurt you because that would completely ruin their chances in court. So don't be afraid, hold your chin up. Don't let them see down," Her bottom lip trembles as I try to wipe away the mascara that has stained her pale cheeks.

"Hyung, I don't wanna go," She shakes her head back and forth.

I pull her to my chest and whisper, "Don't cry, you're going to be okay. Your hyungs have your back at court tomorrow so don't cry,"

"YAH LET GO OF MY LIL GIRL YOU PUNK!"

RaeJae pulls away from me with a stone cold expression. She takes a deep breaths and gives me one last look before starting in the direction of her parents.

RAEJAE's POV:

Just act as if you have no feelings.

"You! YOU'RE 16 YEARS OLD! I have no words... I can't believe you're going around sleeping with these boys,"

"Aish, you-" I put my hand up to stop Jimin from going off at my parents.

I merely raise my eyebrows at my mothers comment and walk to the boys instead. The fact that Yoongi told me not to cry has given me more than enough strength to fake a strong act. Fake it till you make it I guess.

"Jin Hyung," I hold my arms out and give him a long hug, going down the line from J-Hope, to Namjoon, Jimin, V and finally Jungkook.

"Kookie," I whimper as he holds me tightly. I feel his hand on my head and the other on my waist. It feels warm and safe.

"You'll be okay," He says into my ear, pulling away. I grab his hand one last time, doing a smaller version of our handshake half heartedly.

"Finish the last half when I see you again," I offer a small smile and he tries to hug me again but someone is already pulling me away.

"You are such a disappointment, you know that? I didn't raise you to be this way," my eyes travel down my arm to see my father dragging me by it.

"Maybe that's because you didn't raise me at all?" I smirk feeling joy at his annoyance.

"Watch your fücking mouth," He grits his teeth.

"That advice may be more useful if you tell it to a mirror," I raise my eyebrows defiantly.