Your Past is My Future ✓

➻Twelve

I don't know how I got into the lavished room. All I remember is Jin had lead me here, holding my hand like I was a toddler. I was huddled on the couch, clothes torn and dirty. Blood crusted me elbow and knees where the skin had been split open when I'd been shoved on the ground.

A few other members had come in briefly to see what was going on.

One of them, being Yoongi, swore. "What happened?"

"Some punks had her cornered by the hotel dumpsters," Jin had said in a strangely flat voice. "I'm getting the first aid kit."

"I think we should leave her," Hoseok had said quietly to the other members. "Give her space. I'm really sorry this happened, Abby."

"This'll teach us to be more careful about leaving her alone next time," Namjoon had sighed. "Please get better soon, Abby."

Yoongi was the last to leave. "If those punks show up again, you come straight to me, okay Abigail? I'll beat their ass for you."

And then I was alone with Jin.

I hadn't said anything since the incident. I couldn't feel anything properly. It was as if my emotions had shut down after I'd finished crying on Jin's shoulder. I felt empty, blank. Anytime I started to recall the two men, my heart began to throb painfully and I quickly blocked out the memories.

I had never been hit before purposely by anyone in the face. Much less by a man. My cheek burned painfully from the blow and when I touched it lightly, I felt a bruise there.

Jin appeared in front of me with a small plastic box filled with bandages, cloths, and a bottle with a label called 'disinfect.' He kneeled in front of me and gently took one of my torn up legs onto his knee and began to clean it gently.

I winced at the stinging as he dabbed the cut with a soaked cloth of disinfect. I tried to distract myself from the pain and found myself observing Jin's face.

It was strangely expressionless. His features were like crystal: blank yet something dangerous hinting around the edges, but when his dark gaze flickered up to meet mine briefly I started a little to see fury and a storm inside them.

"Did they touch you improperly?" Jin asked, finally breaking the silence.

I swallowed hard. "No," my voice was hoarse and my throat felt raw from screaming. "They just grabbed me."

Jin finished putting a Band-Aid over my knee and looked up at my face. He gently brushed my cheek where the bruise was, his eyes, if possible, darkening even more. "They hit you."

It wasn't a question. He already knew.

"You didn't deserve this, Abby," he whispered, voice barely audible I wondered if I'd imagined the words. Jin abruptly stood up. "I'm going to get some ice, okay? I'll be back."

When he left the room I finally got the courage to stand up and look into the mirror. I briefly touched my cheek where Jin's fingers had brushed. I bit my lip at my appearance.

The clean clothes I'd put on were now streaked with dirt and one sleeve was torn where my elbow had scraped the ground. My hair was a tangled mess, looking as if it was a bird's nest. A dark purple spot had bloomed across my cheek and my eyes were red from crying.

A strange, muffled sob escaped my throat.

Jin came back in to see me staring at the reflection with wide eyes. He was carrying a small bag of ice in one arm and the other he held my backpack.

"You should shower," he said. "It'll help you feel better. Here's your backpack. It should have some spare clothes and everything."

"Thanks Jin," I said softly, taking my backpack and stepped into the bathroom.