Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Chapter 16 - The Aftermath

By the middle of the week, as promised! Enjoy~

Your POV

I hand a water to Jimin as I hold my first aid kit. "Please drink, Jimin."

He nods, sipping the water through the straw. I add some salve to the cut on his lip and make sure his nose isn't broken. He was mostly fine, from what I could see. The bruise on his cheeks had swelled some, so I left him to grab some ice. Jungkook was arguing with his manager. I could hear the phone call, that's how loud Jungkook was yelling. I returned to Jimin with some ice and had him hold them to his cheeks.

"Just so you know, we're going to help you against that," I remark, closing the first aid kit.

"I'm fine," he said from between the ice. "I don't want to bother you."

"Lift your shirt, I want to see the bruises."

He removes the ice to lift his shirt. His beautifully sculpted body was black and blue. I grimaced when I saw it. I took his shirt from him and set it on the table. I felt his ribs, everywhere he had a bruise. He had no broken bones, which was fortunate. I got back up and grabbed more ice packs. I pulled a wrap out of the kit and wrapped the ice to his body. He winced occasionally, sucking in sharply.

"Jimin, it's not bothersome," I say, tucking in the wrap. "It hurts more to see you like this, trying to be strong. It's okay to cry, you know."

"It's just that I ruined things with Tae out of fear. I deserve the pain."

I grip his wrist and pull his hand from his face. "Never say that again. I came back from that. You have done nothing wrong. I'm the one who used the beat people, prey on their weaknesses. If I can restart, so can you."

He shakes his head. "I know it's wrong to love guys, I just--"

"Just nothing, Jimin. There's nothing wrong with liking guys." I release his wrist, rubbing his cheek in a motherly way. "I'm sure Taehyung feels the same way. I'm sure he still loves you too."

He looked at me with round eyes, tears threatening to spill. I pet his hair in a comforting manner, making sure he felt safe.

"Come live with us. Your father doesn't deserve you."

He shakes his head violently. "I can't do that. That's taking advantage of your hospitality."

"I'll let you pay some of the rent, whatever makes you move. Your father can't keep controlling you, and you deserve better. If I can live in a nice apartment without any abuse, especially after everything I've done, you can too."

He looks hopeful, but his bitter hatred of himself holds him back. "Can... Can I really?"

Jungkook hands us some water, finally off the phone. "Of course you can, idiot. We're always here for you."

Jimin's tears fall fast as he smiles. I pull him close and let him cry on my shoulder. Jungkook sits on his other side and wraps his arms around Jimin too. His cries are loud and full of happiness.

Author POV, with Suga

Taehyung had just arrived back at the apartment with Suga. He was worried out of his mind for Jimin. He had seen him just last week, allowing himself only those brief moments. He still loved Jimin, even though it had been years since they had last kissed or talked for longer than five minutes.

Why can't I be stronger? Taehyung wondered.

He set the drunk Suga on the couch and grabbed water in a daze. He added a little bit of sleeping medicine to it, then brought the water back to Suga. Suga was still out of it. He didn't know what had happened, only knew how his head was splitting.