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Chapter 99

Yoongi felt like his jaw might have literally hit the floor. In a way he guessed he was prepared for this, but in another way he wasn't. He really wasn't. It was one of those moments where your mind literally goes blank. Now, this is a first for Yoongi. His mind, is constantly full of information and ideas for new songs, but now it was just a... just a blank. He's not sure how long he stood there in his bedroom. Jimin was sitting on the end of the bed, staring at the carpet. Yoongi's voice wouldn't work. He had heard of of these things happening, but he never thought that they'd happen to anyone he knew. Especially not Jimin.

Gradually feeling started to come back. Sorrow, just total anguish on Jimin's behalf. Yoongi could feel the anger simmering below the surface, but he didn't have strength for anger now. He didn't have the strength to do anything apart from sit on the end of the bed next to him. Jimin didn't look at him, just continued staring at the carpet.

"Jimin, I..."

"Don't say it, hyung. Just don't, alright?" Jimin was fully aware that he was snapping at him, but he couldn't do anything else. He didn't want to him Yoongi speak, didn't want to hear what he had to say. Jimin almost hated Yoongi for pushing him to say it, but in a way he was grateful. It was like poison being sucked out of his body. Already Jimin's mind started to feel just a little lighter. He hadn't wanted to spend much time in there recently. It was easier to just pretend, easier to smile and laugh and joke and be the person he used to be. Everyone seemed fooled except Yoongi. He should have known he couldn't have kept something like this from him. Yoongi was bound to work it out eventually.

Now Yoongi knew everything. Although, Jimin knew it was stupid, he couldn't help feeling that Yoongi might...look at him differently now. Jimin didn't feel tainted, exactly. He just felt...dirty. And uncomfortable in certain situations. And angry. The shock and sadness had dissipated over the last few weeks, and now all that was left was a boiling anger. It was a similar feeling to when Yoongi had supported him when he left Min Jun.

For fucks sake. He shouldn't let anyone push him around. But they have. And Jimin doesn't know how to deal with it. He's likes to think that he's a strong person. He might not be the most clever, or the kindest, or the most tactful. But he's strong - he's had to be.

It's just the thing is, he's always been stronger when Yoongi's been around. Jimin hadn't realised it before. Yoongi's like his wingman, always backing him up, supporting Jimin when he needs it most.

So when Yoongi started talking, Jimin didn't want to hear what he had to say. All he felt was this incredible anger surging through him. Anger at Min Jun and anger at the world for making him so screwed up.

So Jimin didn't want to talk. Yoongi sat on the bed and just looked at the younger male. All his hair falling down over his face, at his hunched shoulders. They sat in silence for another few minutes. Jimin wasn't crying anymore. The tears seemed to have dried up, though Yoongi felt like he could easily cry enough for both of them.

"Look, Jimin, I know you're really upset but we need to talk about... "

"Upset?"

At last Jimin looked up and glanced at Yoongi. His face was pale and there were frown lines on his forehead. But his eyes were steadfast.

"Upset? I'm not upset, hyung. Not now, anyway."

Yoongi was confused. Not upset? When he'd just admitted that Min Jun had raped him? How could that be possible? Questions raced through the elders mind, but all he could come out with was:

"Not upset?"

"No, hyung. I'm angry."

"Angry?"