secrets • jikook

three

Heads up for this chapter: remember that supposedly Jimin calls himself Diminie when he's drunk.

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Jungkook is sitting on the floor of the small bathroom cubicle, his legs curled up against his chest and his arms holding them in place. Salty droplets of tears inch down his face as he sniffles quietly. Thankfully the sobbing had subdued and now he was starting to calm down. Jungkook had been curled up in that stall for 10 minutes, crying his heart out.

The brunette pushes himself off the floor, reaching to unlock the door but he's interrupted by a pair of boys stumbling into the washroom. He stops in his tracks, not wanting to draw any attention to himself.

"No..." one of the boys whines.

"Come on, Baby. You want this, remember?" The other one demands.

"Not anymore." The voice is a little familiar to Jungkook but he doesn't think anything of it. His attention is caught and he decides that if the situation tenses, he'll step in.

"Yeah you do, now take those pants off, slut." The other says. Jungkook starts to feel agitated.

"No!" The whiny boy yells. "Get off of me!" Jungkook picks up on the voice and he tries his best to decipher who it is. The next thing the boy says is what makes him open the door.

"Nooo! Diminie doesn't want to anymore!" His whines are muffled by what Jungkook assumes is Yoongi's hand and there's a lot of movement, clearly kicking and shuffling.

Jungkook opens the door with all of his strength. Yoongi's head turns and he looks like a deer in the headlights.

"He said no, you dickhead." Jungkook says, grabbing Yoongi by the leather jacket and landing a huge punch onto the elder's cheek. Yoongi stumbles back and when he looks up, his face is bleeding and his eyes are burning in anger.

"You'll regret that." He says, lunging at Jungkook. Jungkook's larger frame is no match for Yoongi's small counterpart, and just a couple more punches knock Yoongi out.

Jungkook turns to his best friend whose eyes are large and tearful, his belt undone and his hands over his mouth.

"Are you okay, Jimin?" Jungkook asks, the shock finally hitting him. Jimin doesn't answer and instead stays still, with the exception of shaking violently. Jungkook sighs and reaches to do Jimin's belt back up but Jimin flinches away.

"It's okay, Jimin, I'm not going to hurt you." Jungkook says gently, caressing Jimin's soft orange hair. Jimin nods slowly.

Jungkook does Jimin's belt up and helps the elder stand. Jimin glances back at the mint-haired man on the floor and Jungkook turns his head back.

"No, Jimin. Don't look back." He says. Jimin nods.

"Diminie just wants to go home and sleep." Jimin slurs, clinging onto Jungkook's t-shirt. Jungkook's eyebrows twist and he guesses from the nickname that Jimin is still drunk. He nods and picks Jimin up bridal-style. Jimin nuzzles his head into Jungkook's neck and hums.

When the pair exit the washroom, Jungkook almost runs into Taehyung.

"There you are, where the hell did you go?" Jungkook asks the red-haired man. Taehyung scoffs in response.

"Look who's talking, I've been looking for you two for an hour." He says. Jungkook coughs at the scent of marijuana radiating off of the elder.

"If you must know, Jimin almost-" he looks at the small man in his arms to make sure he's asleep. "Got raped. I'd prefer if we didn't talk about it." Jungkook finishes quietly. Taehyung's eyes widen in shock.

"Holy shit. Do you want to take him home?" Taehyung replies, rubbing his hand on Jimin's shoulder. Jungkook laughs.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Jungkook says. Taehyung flips him off and takes out his phone to hail an Uber.

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The pair get out of the Uber, Jungkook's arms straining to hold Jimin up. Jungkook may be strong, but Jimin was heavier than he looked. Heaving the sleeping boy up the stairs is a proving to be a very trying task, making Jungkook strain his muscles and his arms shake.

Finally, with some help from Taehyung, Jungkook drops Jimin onto Jungkook's bed. The brunette makes sure Jimin is in a comfortable position before taking the glasses off his face and the shoes off his feet, and pulling the blanket over his small sleeping frame.

Jungkook heaves a sigh and sits down in a chair. Taehyung stares at the younger.

"Are you gonna tell me what the hell happened back there?" He asks bitterly. Jungkook shoots a sideways glare at the red haired man before answering.

"I guess." He clears his throat. "I was in the washroom."

Jungkook purposefully leaves out the fact that he was in the washroom crying on account of Jimin, because it would cause Taehyung to ask questions. Questions that Jungkook wouldn't know how to answer.

"I was about to leave when 2 people came in and I only recognized Jimin's voice later. Basically Yoongi was trying to make Jimin have sex with him when it was obvious he didn't want to. He clearly said no, but Yoongi just didn't get it. He wouldn't listen to Jimin. He covered Jimin's mouth and- and-"

Jungkook's breath hitches and he struggles to get the words out of his throat. The memory of the horrible event keeps replaying in his head.

Jungkook's wild, colourful imagination even fills in the parts he missed from behind the stall door. The image of Jimin flailing, tears falling down his face as he struggles to get his protests past Yoongi's hand, and Yoongi maybe even hitting the smaller boy, and Jimin whining in pain. The toughness of the image makes Jungkook panic and he starts to sob, hating the idea of someone hurting his best friend so mercilessly.

Taehyung notices that Jungkook is really affected by the event he witnessed and he joins Jungkook by the chair, putting his hand on his shoulder and letting Jungkook cry all he wants. It's been an eventful birthday and there's no doubt that he just wants to go to sleep, but he must stay awake for Jimin. There's no question that Jungkook is feeling quite stressed.

"Taehyung?" Jungkook's voice is raspy and dry. Taehyung hums in response.

"How the fuck could he hurt someone so perfect like that?"

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