Shattered (Namjin)

10

"We need to talk" Jackson and Hoseok said at the same time,
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Chapter 10
Jin POV

I stood there shocked looking at Jackson's infuriated expression and Hoseok visibly in pain.

"Oh my god Hoseok what happened! Come in come in!" I cried as I led them to the kitchen where Namjoon was eating an apple.

When Namjoon noticed Hoseok's condition he spoke up, "who the fuck did this to you!" Then he looked at Jackson who seemed pissed, " did he do this to you!?" He said pointing at Jackson, "Come here you piece of shit."

I rushed in front of Joon trying to hold him back, "Joon stop! If he did do it they wouldn't be here!" I reasoned.

"I didn't do it," Jackson roared, "you and Jin's fucked up fandom did this to him!"

(A/N: you guys aren't fucked up, I LOVE YA ❤️ )

Jackson's words stopped Joon from fussing and both of our heads turned to Hoseok.

"Is it true?" I asked Hoseok lowly.

"Y-y-yeah it's t-true, I was h-having a walk in t-the p-park when random people a-a-attacked me saying all these messed up t-things like 'you're a piece of shit, you fucked up greatness, and that's why n-n-nobody l-l-loves you'" Hoseok finished as he broke down and in a flash I went to my best friends aid.

"Why would they do something like that?" Joon asked.

"Isn't it fucking obvious that he got hurt because of that article saying you two had an affair. Your fandom was so upset that they went to go beat him up. When Taehyung and Jungkook found him he lost his conscious and he didn't get it back for hours!" Jackson yelled.

Now I was infuriated, Hoseok was such a ray of sunshine and a loving person, he didn't deserve this.

"When you go to that interview with TMZ, I want you to discuss Hoseok's situation and that it won't be tolerated." I demanded Joon while glaring at him.

"N-n-no you don't h-have to, it's o-o-okay, I'm f-f-f-"

"No you're not fine Hobi! You're stuttering like crazy right now and you never stutter when we talk! You're scared and hurt and I won't just let that happen to my best friend!" I shouted as I grabbed Hoseok's arm and pulled him to the bathroom to care for his wounds. Before I enter the room I yell, "you too better not fight!"

Making Hoseok sit on the toilet, I grabbed the first aid kit and took off Hoseok's shirt. I gasped in surprise with seeing all those dark bruises and deep scratches scattered mostly on left side of his torso.

"You didn't deserve this," I said a little above a whisper while my eyes watered, tracing a bruise on his rib cage.

"Can you just please clean me up, I'm done talking about it." Hobi said with his head down.

"Fine, but I'm taking pictures to use for the interview Joon and I are doing for TMZ."

"No don't do that," he pleaded.

" We need to have pictures so we have proof Hobi, please." I said with puppy dog eyes.

"Fine," he groaned.

I whipped out my phone taking pictures of his face, torso, legs, and his back.

"I'm going to clean you up, but then I'm taking you to the hospital to make sure nothings broken."

Hobi replied with a simple nod when I got down to bussiness.

We were both quiet and I hated silence so I decided to break it with, "I'm pregnant."