His Flower || UNDERGOING EDITING

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A/N: So I finally had to mark my story with immature content for slight scenes that consist of slight rape and all that stuff. But I will never go past anything other than being backed into a corner or things of that nature. For the sake of people feeling uncomfortable.

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*Jimin's P.O.V.*

I waited outside of Ara's apartment door hoping someone will answer. Her brown leather wallet is being held tightly in my hand. A smell of cheap thrills and cigars coat the walls of the apartment complex. Every now and then I spot a new hole in the wall and a mysterious stain in the old carpet. A few seconds pass by and there's no answer. My leg begins to bounce anxiously, all of the worst possibilities are running through my mind.

I just dropped her off. She should be here.

My ears catch the sound of muffled pleads on the other side of the door. Something in my brain triggers and all I care about is getting into that room. Now.

With a heavy force my clenched fist lands on the door two more times. I do the best I can to hold back from yelling and slamming my shoulder to break the hinges.

Still no answer. As I go to knock for the third and final time, a small frail woman opens the door. But only enough for me to see that she's missing a few teeth. I'm taken back by the horrid smell emitting from the single room.

"Hello?" Her voice comes out gravely and smells like cigarettes. Not to my surprise, she brings up two sticks of cancer to her mouth once she finishes greeting me. The smoke is then blown directly into my face.

I manage a somewhat polite "hi" after coughing from the contact with the smoke.

"Is Ara here? I have something for her." I say holding her wallet so she could see it through the door. The woman was taken back by my words and looked over her shoulder back into the house. The eyebrows on her head became furrowed and the grip on her cigarettes became tighter.

"Sorry son. She ain't here right now. Why do you just give that to me and I'll be sure to give it to her." Her words were crude and sour. Claw like hands reached out to grab hold of Ara's wallet but I wasn't having it.

"Where is she?" My patience is growing thin and I can feel the blood rising in my neck.

"I told you, she ain't here! Come back later or don't bother at all you child." She started to close the door but I'd had it. My foot came slamming in between the door and its hard wooden frame. The woman began to push the door harder.

Muffled pleads were heard from the other side again, fueling my determination. By now my vision is red. My shoulders collide with the door, sending the woman to her feet and the door flying open. Immediately I rush around the corner and what I find sends me into a state of mind that I haven't seen in a very, long, time.

My eyes land on Ara being backed against the kitchen counter by a man I'd never seen. Her shirt has some dark spots, indicating that the man turn her bandages some how. His grimy hands cover her mouth and run all along her body. The tears that pour out of Ara's eyes soak his hand and I can see strands of her hair stuck in between his fingers.

Angrily, I make my way over the to man.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I'm only inches away from the dead beat. He turns his semi bald head around to face my furious gaze. A slimy smirk appears on his face and he turns back to smile evilly at Ara. Her eyes are wide and I can see her shaking. She pleads with her eyes to get her away from this monster.

His fat fingers go to caress her cheek causing me to lunge forward. But I stop.

"Get any closer and I'll hit her." The man says without even looking at me. Afraid that he was a man of his word I kept my distance. Helplessly watching him touch her arms and face. Then, his face comes dangerously close to her ear and whispers something I can't hear. My eyebrows begin to furrow and I clench my first tighter.

"Now, go. I'm sure we'll meet again." He says this looking directly at me, know that this would push me over the edge. Ara is released from his grip and tries to stand up in order to run to my safe embrace.

But she didn't make it. Her legs are shaking so bad she falls the second she gets up. The small body that lays before me coils in on herself.

I rush to her side, kneel down on the disgusting kitchen floor, and pull her up into my chest. I take my hand and place her head in the crook of my neck letting her cry. My arms come around her pulling her closer. Letting her know it's okay.

"Sh sh." I mumble putting my chin onto of her head. "It's okay, I'm here. I got you." I begin to rub small circles gently on her back. The wetness of her tears cover my neck. She starts to mumble incomplete sentences that I can't understand.

"Ha you really care about this piece of garbage?" Old dude come over and kicks Ara's legs that was put a little farther than the other. A cry comes out of her tormented body.

My instinct to defend her comes through and I place her gently against one of the lower cabinet doors. I rush to my feet and get in the mans face.

"Like you do? Like her mom does? Ha think again. I actually care!" That's when everything gets fuzzy. I remember grabbing the mans shirt and right hooking him with all I got.

This causes his to stumble back a little but it's not long after that, he comes at me and picks me up. Punching my stomach and I feel like I'm going to throw up. Every punch is accompanied with a spit of words. I was only able to count to 5 hits until I lost track.

"Stop! Please just...stop!" Out of the corner of my eye I can see Ara reaching up, trying to get the man's attention. But it's no use. He continues to pulverize me.

I'm pretty sure my nose is bleeding and I have a fractured rib. But the adrenaline allows me to not feel any of the unbearable pain. I can see Ara's mom trying to convince her that everything is okay and that everyone is overreacting.

The thing is, we're not.

I find the strength to lift my leg and kick the drunk guy in the groin. Causing him to go down to the floor holding in between his legs. Catching my breath proves to be a more difficult task than I had thought. However, I manage to gather up enough to say a few last words to this man.

"If you ever, and I mean ever, lay a hand on her again, you will have one less hand to hold a beer." My hot breath lingered on his ear, making sure he got my message. Making sure he heard it clearly.

And with that, I walked straight towards Ara. My body kneels down, and I extend my arm out to help her up. The shaking that overcame her body earlier was still visible but not as violent. Her legs are shaking like a new born horse trying to walk. So I came up with my own solution.

I hooked my arm underneath her legs and around her back. My arms lifted her up into a bridal style hold. The position is killing my freshly beat torso and stomach. Fatigued and overwhelmed, she lays her head against my chest and wraps her limp arms around neck. My feet are heavy as they make their way to the front door. We exit the door and finally breath clean air.

My gaze fixates on her. She takes in another breath and her body seems to relax. Muscles aren't as tense, body isn't as shaky. With blood running from my nose and a bruise on my forehead forming, I start to slowly head down the stairs to my car in the parking lot. 

We leave the building and I see guys gathered around the place. They look like druggies. The thick coats, hats, gloves. Looking for some innocent kid to do their bidding for them.

I remember those days.

The thought gets shaken out of my head immediately when I feel Ara stir in my hold. I whisper calming words in her ear and we get in my car. Then the realization hits me like a ton of bricks.

I broke my one promise.