Destined | Jikook

Chapter Eight

Jimin's pov

I notice Jungkook look up at Yoongi before he grabs my hand and gently pulls me away. I stumble slightly at his speed, my leg still hurting quite a bit. He notices and slows a bit.

He drags me into the kitchen and I recognize two of the men standing near the stove. One looks more familiar than the other.

The blonde haired guy turns and glances at me, smiling.

I pull Jungkook's arm slightly to get his attention, and it worked.

"Is that Seokjin?" I ask timidly. Jungkook nods. "He helped me in the alley. He protected me," I look back at Seokjin.

Seokjin puts down the utensils he was using and approaches me, "hey Jimin," he says, "are you feeling better? You need to eat. I was just preparing some food for us."

I look up at him, my hand still in Jungkook's, and shake my head slightly, "no, no I don't need to eat." Seokjin, Jungkook, and the silver haired man look at me surprised. I tilt my head to the side in confusion. I just don't want to be a bother to them.

Seokjin comes closer and puts his hand on my shoulder. I flinch slightly at the touch, despite him helping me earlier, and look away. Seokjin backs away as to not frighten me anymore.

Jungkook turns me around to face him. I still don't look at him. He puts two fingers under my chin and lifts my head up to look at him, his other hand coming up to run through my pink hair.

"Eat. Please? You can forget everything those people have done to you. You're with me now. I'll keep you safe," the vampire says quietly so only I can hear.

I suddenly hug him, wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in the base of his neck. He freezes for a second in surprise before hugging back, his arm around my waist tightly. His other hand is still playing with my hair.

I hear two quiet "aww"s behind me, assuming they're coming from Seokjin and the other man.

"Oh, get a room you two!" I hear one of the guys say. I turn, Jungkook's arm still around my waist, and see that the man with the silver hair is smiling cheekily.

"I'm Namjoon. I was there as well," he says. I nod.

I start to think back to the alley and remember the other guy. I think he had red hair? I decide to ask about him. "I remember there being another guy. He was the one who got hurt. Is he okay?" I ask quietly, feeling it was my fault he got hurt.

Namjoon smiles softly, "he's doing better. His name is Hoseok. I'm sure you've met Yoongi?" I sigh in relief that Hoseok is okay, but nod as a reply to his question.

"He's also met Taehyung," Jungkook adds. I see Seokjin turn back to the stove and continue cooking.

"What are you making, hyung?" Jungkook asks.

"Ramen," Jin looks at me as if asking if that's okay. I nod once, the thought of food making my stomach hurt slightly.

If there's one thing no one knows about me, it's that I have problems.

Problems with myself.

I'll look in a mirror, or see my reflection, and think I'm fat. I am. It's all those people told me.

I'm fat.

I need to be better.

I'm a disgrace.

It's all I've known.

And I believe it.