Little Space

angst angst angst

"You need stitches, baby. Please. They won't stop bleeding." Yoongi let his hands hover over all the wounds on Jimin's torso. They kept soaking through the towels Yoongi used.

Jimin shook his head and kept his eyes closed. Yoongi exhaled loudly.

"Let me call Hoseokie at least."

The only response Yoongi got from him was scared sobs. Yoongi sat up, grabbing his phone. Jimin looked at him while shaking his head rapidly.

"I'm calling him, okay? You're bleeding. You haven't... stopped bleeding."

Jimin started crying harder, begging him not to. Yoongi forced himself to make the call.

~

Yoongi only left Jimin's side to open the door when Hoseok arrived. Hoseok immediately ran inside, looking for Jimin.

"Where is he, hyung?" Hoseok asked.

Yoongi's face dropped as he followed after Hoseok. "What do you mean? He's on the couch—" Yoongi was cut off when he looked at the empty couch. There was a little blood on the cushions from where Jimin's chest had been bleeding.

The two whipped their heads toward the hallway when they heard a thump. Yoongi pushed past Hoseok and ran down the hallway to his bedroom, throwing open the door.

Jimin had a hand on the dresser and he was swaying a bit. Yoongi caught him just as he was about to fall over. Hoseok ran in directly after.

"Seokseok, call an ambulance."

Jimin clung to Yoongi, still crying. "No, no, no, please, no." He shoved his face into Yoongi's shirt. "Please," he begged. "Please, please, don't. No."

Yoongi soothed him and Hoseok pulled out his phone, leaving the room to call an ambulance. Jimin searched for purchase in the material of Yoongi's shirt frantically, trying to ground himself. Yoongi rocked him back and forth, kissing his head and hugging him tightly.

~

"I don't wanna be here again, I wanna go home. Daddy, please, I don't wanna... I wanna go home. I-I'm scared, I... Daddy..." Jimin cried. The nurses were trying to put Jimin in a wheelchair because he was dizzy and almost passing out from blood loss. He kept moving out of their hold and jerking himself toward Yoongi, only for the nurses to pull him back almost violently.

Yoongi was crying as well, but silently. Jimin was clinging to his shirt and arms, trying so desperately to get away from the staff. Yoongi wiped his wet face on his sleeve and helped Jimin into the wheelchair. Jimin cried and tried to get up, but Yoongi held him down.

"I'll push him. Don't touch him, I'll push him," Yoongi said. The nurses nodded and moved out of his way as he got to the back of the wheelchair.

Jimin grabbed his hand and cried against Yoongi's arm as the elder pushed him in the wheelchair, following the staff through some hallways. Yoongi breathed shallowly to keep himself from crying just as hard.

The nurses led the two of them to a room, then tried to lift Jimin up onto the bed. Jimin whimpered and clawed at Yoongi's arm.

"I said not to touch him!" Yoongi yelled. The staff backed away.

Yoongi wrapped an arm around Jimin's back and the other under his knees, picking him up bridal style. Jimin whimpered again and clung to him. Yoongi placed him gently on the bed, kissing his cheek when he looked at Yoongi with the most terrified eyes Yoongi had ever seen on him.

Jimin grabbed him and pulled him closer, throwing his arms over Yoongi's neck. "I'm scared," the younger whispered.

"I know, baby, I know. Trust me, little one. You're gonna be okay. Daddy loves you and would never put you in danger. Okay? I love you."

Jimin looked up at him. Yoongi could feel him shaking. The younger nodded. "I-I love y-you too, Daddy."

~

Hoseok picked them up from the hospital after Jimin had gotten his stitches. Jimin refused to talk to anyone about how he had gotten so badly hurt. Yoongi sat with him in the back of Hoseok's car as he continued to cry. Yoongi shushed him and kissed his forehead to try and calm him. He tried to kiss the younger fully, but Jimin kept his face turned away.

When they got back to the apartment, Yoongi helped him to the bedroom. He thanked Hoseok and sent him home, knowing — hoping — Jimin would only be comfortable with him.

Yoongi crawled into bed with him. He tried to pull Jimin close to him as usual, but Jimin stayed in place. The elder felt his throat tighten a bit and his eyes sting.

"Jiminie? Baby?" Yoongi mumbled.

Jimin stayed quiet, hugging a small pillow to his chest.

"Jiminie... Look at me, little one," Yoongi said, reaching for him again.

"I'm not little," Jimin said blatantly.

Yoongi nodded against his pillow. "You're still my little one. Jimin, please."

Jimin shook his head.

"Why won't you tell me?" Yoongi asked, beginning to get frustrated. "What the hell happened, Jimin? Who did this to you?"

"I don't want to talk about it, hyung." Jimin exhaled and clutched the pillow tighter.

Yoongi was silent for a moment. "Is it as bad as I'm thinking...?"

Jimin sniffled. "Hyung, I..."

"Is it? Your... Your neck and th-thighs and... N-nail marks on your s-side..."

"Hyung," Jimin whispered. He shut his eyes tightly. "Don't. Please."

Yoongi felt a tear slip down his cheek. "Jiminie, did someone...?"

Jimin fidgeted, his legs becoming a bit stiff.

"Did s-someone rape you?" Yoongi finally asked, his voice dropped at the end.

Jimin turned around to face him on the bed, tears in his eyes. Yoongi reached and brushed his fingers over Jimin's cheek.

The younger shook his head. "N-Not exactly..."

"What do... Jiminie, what happened?" Yoongi asked quietly, not sure that he really wanted to know.

Jimin sniffled again. Yoongi held his hands.

"I was... I was getting you coffee and... s-someone grabbed me... Yoongi hyung, I'm sorry..."

Yoongi furrowed his brows. "What is it, Jiminie? You can tell me. Please. Please, I wanna help you."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I d-didn't... I'm sorry..." Jimin cried. He took one of his hands and cried into it. "Yoongi hyung, it was Kihyun."