Baby. | Jikook

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It was wrong to impose on the younger male like that and Jimin knew that. He didn't mean to, but he was desperate for some sort of getaway before the police could find him. After five minutes in the car, Jimin started regretting his decision of even hopping in. Jungkook had started babbling, non-stop, about god knows what- Jimin had lost interest after less than two minutes. He was hungry and exhausted, so he did what any normal human being would do. Get some shut-eye.

Jungkook didn't notice that the smaller human being was knocked out until he didn't respond to a question which he had asked. He simply thought that Jimin was a quiet person who chose to listen intently, rather than talk constantly about his own struggles. Jungkook, however, was the opposite. He sighed once he realised that his nonsensical chatter had bore the other one immensely, so much so, that he resulted in sleeping.

It was a sin, in Jungkook's opinion, to be transferring all of his crimes to the other male. However, what could he do? He had been on the run for ages, constantly lonely, so when the opportunity finally came to make a new friend, how could he squander it? Leaning back in his seat, he tried to find the most comfortable position that a driver could possibly be in- before he heard a beep. Jungkook cursed inwardly. His petrol tank was low on fuel and he didn't know where the closest station was. Pulling up on the side of the road, he pulled out his phone and began searching for the closest petrol pump. However, he was soon interrupted by a high pitched whimper from the seat next to him. Glancing over, he noticed Jimin was sweating and trembling in his sleep.

He towered over Jimin, the knife high up in the air.

'I've had enough of you. Enough do you hear me? You're so selfish and demanding- I hate you. You were never my son.'

Jimin whimpered. He was trembling and sweat was slowly dripping down his forehead. This was his end, he knew it. Unfortunately, he had 'to kick the bucket' in such a shabby run-down home at the hands of his father, but what else could he do?
Jimin looked up and saw the horrendous face of someone whom he once called his father. Now he was replaced by some gluttonous drunkard who had left Jimin to fend for himself for years in a row.

'You should have left along with that stupid slut you call mother.'

It was then, that Jimin felt a surge of strength. Howling in anger, he stood up and pounced on his father. The unexpected attack had caused the knife to fall from his father's loose grip and clatter on the floor continuously.

No one insulted his mother and got away with it.

Jimin eyed the knife laying on the floor and reached for it. His sweaty hands clasped the handle.

Jimin was immediately awoken by a light shake of his shoulder. He was still in shock and did not respond to Jungkook who asked him if he was ok. Jimin had that dream every day since that dreadful day took place. Every single day he had the same reaction and it took at least an hour for his trembling to stop, due to the fact that there was absolutely no one to comfort him. However, today would be different.

'Jung- Jungkook please-'

Jimin lifted his arms up weakly, with no further strength to talk.

Jungkook immediately understood what the older was asking of him. Wrapping his arms securely around Jimin's waist, he unbuckled the seatbelt and lifted the petite male over the handbrake and onto his lap. Jimin laid his head against Jungkook's chest, his heartbeat seemingly calming him down quickly. Jungkook cooed in the older's ear, whilst rubbing circles on his back.

Jimin's heart rate went down as he fell into yet another deep slumber. However this time, it wasn't nightmare ridden.