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Jimin-
Everything felt weird. I always walk to school. But ever since Hoseok and Taehyung started dating, Taehyung would get a ride from him. But now he's by my side, giving me side glances. It's making me nervous.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"What?" He asks, clearly off guard.
"Why are you walking with me?" I ask. "Don't you usually get a ride from Hos- did you guys break up?!"
"What? No!" Taehyung yells.
"Then what's wrong?" I ask
He stops walking. "Does something have to be wrong?"
I roll my eyes. "You know what, fine. I'll just assume you're on meth." I walk ahead of him.
I get to school. It's strange since I can't find Yoongi. I go to my first hour class and he's not there. I try to act as normal as possible, but it's a little hard when I can feel peoples eyes burning into me. I make eye contact with a few people, flipping them off and rolling my eyes.
During passing time, I text Yoongi asking where he is.

Yoongs😍
I'm taking care of something

Come to my house after school

I frown at my phone. I go to dance. Hoseok is in there. I stretch with him. He doesn't speak. That is until he glares at someone. "Eh, keep walking," he says. I look back and there's a few girls laugh and walk away.
I look at him. "What's going on?" I ask.
He looks at me with a sad expression. I feel a hand grip my ass. I turn around. "Hey! What the hell?" I yell.
The guy smirks. "Damn, that's better than what I thought."
Hoseok shoves him against the wall. Everyone is watching us. "Fucking try that again. I dare you," he spits.
"Hoseok," the teacher warns.
"What? He called it on himself. He shouldn't be such a slut-"
Hoseok punches the guy. The guy shoves back and it becomes a fist fight. The guy is so much larger than Hoseok. He pushes him on the ground and throws punches at his face. I start screaming. The teacher just watches. The rest of the students are cheering them on. I take all my energy and run into the guy, making him fall off of Hoseok and onto the ground.
"Okay, that's enough," the teacher says finally. "Go to the office, all three of you."
Hoseok's eyes glow with rage. "Yeah, fuck that." He grabs his bag. "Let's go Jimin." I grab my things and follow him.
"Hoseok, what's going on?" I ask.
He sighs and looks at me with a sadden expression. "Look, I don't want you to be mad at anyone. Especially Yoongi. He didn't know until yesterday night. And he's taking care of it today."
"Hey, Park!" Some girl I've never talked to before yells. She storms my way. "You're such a fucking slut!" She slaps my cheek. "Try again to steal my boyfriend and I'll kill you." She walks away.
I hold my cheek. Hoseok stares in surprise. "Hobi," I whimper. "What's going on?"
"Joshua posted the photos of you," he says with a shaky voice.
I feel tears swell in my eyes. "Oh my god," my voice cracks. "Oh my god. Everyone's seen it!" I cover my face.
He hugs me. "Let's go. Screw the office. They can suck my ass. You can chill at my house until Yoongi calls."
I nod. I keep my head low as we walk towards the doors. Everyone looks at me. We walk to Hoseok house which is only four blocks from the school. He lets me in and shows me to his room. I lay on his bed and hide myself in the mass of blankets.
I cry into the pillow. I've never felt so ashamed. Hoseok rubs my back softly. I lift my head a little. "I want to see them," I say.
"What?" He asks.
"I need to see how much they show. Is it bad?" I ask.
He licks his lips. "It's bad. I'll see if I can find it," he says. He grabs his phone. He does a lot of scrolling until he lets out a sigh. "Here." He clicks on it and hands his phone to me.
The picture is revolting. It's clearly me. Joshua's hand around my neck. My face is in pain. You can actually see where Joshua is fucking into me. My whole body is on display for anyone to see.
"Oh my god," I say. I hide my face. I give Hoseok back his phone.
"We've all reported it a bush of time. It's going to be deleted but of course people have seen it," he says. "Yoongi found out from a guy working at a gas station. He had it screenshoted and saved it on his camera roll."
"Where is he? Where's Yoongi?" I ask.
"He's talking to the police. Since you're still seventeen it's child pornography. He is going to get Joshua in a lot of trouble." He hugs me. "It's going to be okay." I lean against his shoulder. I cry for a while longer before he lays me down on his bed. I just stare up at the ceiling for a while. I don't know how long. It must've been long because Taehyung and Jungkook run into the room.
"Oh my boy," Taehyung says. He tackles me in a hug. "I'm so sorry Jiminie."
I cry into his shirt. My breaths are loud and uneven. "Come on. Let it out," he says. After a few minutes, my cries turn into hiccups. Taehyung sits back. His eyes are also red. He wipes my face. "Hey baby."
"Hi," I squeak. Hoseok is next to us on the bed. Jungkook sits in a beanbag chair.
"How are you doing?" He asks.
"Not good," I say. "May 22," I say.
Taehyung frowns. May 22 is when he found me trying to kill myself. "Jimin, no. You can't show them you're hurt. That's what they want. Joshua wants you to feel like that." He hugs me tightly. "You have to stay strong. If not for yourself, do it for Yoongi and I. We need you."
"Have you heard any news?" Hoseok speaks quietly.
"Namjoon says Joshua has been taken in to the station for investigation," Jungkook says. "Apparently there's a video. He didn't delete anything so he's probably going to be arrested for distribution and possession of child pornography, and maybe rape since what he did was technically rape," The youngest says.
My heart sinks. A video. Oh my god. Police officers and other investigators are going to be watching my sex tape. I hide my face in Taehyung's chest. Everyone has seen me the way only my lover should. I've become everyone's whore. They have access to use me in any way they want.
Yoongi must be disgusted.
The phone starts ringing. It's Hoseok's. He picks it up. "Hey Yoongi." He stands up. "Uh, Yeah. It's been a rough day." He leaves the room.
I fist Taehyung's shirt. "Is he disgusted?"
Taehyung Let's my hair. "Of course. Anyone would think it's disgusting. Thad your body, how could Joshua just show everyone."
"No, Jimin. You aren't disgusting," Jungkook says quickly. "Yoongi is trying to set things right so you are safe. And he made sure it won't affect your life. Only to make it better."
The door opens. This time, Hoseok, Yoongi, and Namjoon come in. Yoongi looks at me with sad eyes. Not disgust. He walks towards me. "Hey, Jiminie," he says. "Come here."
I detach myself from my best friend. I stand up. Yoongi has a few centimeters more than I do. I look up into his eyes. "Wanna go to my home? We can watch a movie and cuddle."
I nod. "Yeah." He takes my hand. "I'll se you later," I say. "Thank you Hoseok."
"No problem. See ya!"
Yoongi and I drive to his house. No one else is home. We go to his room. I strip of my clothes and put Yoongi's oversized sweatshirt on. I lay on his bed and cover my body with his blankets. Yoongi gets sweat pants on and lays next to me. He brushes my hair and kisses my nose.
"You know, I saw your mom today," Yoongi says.
"Where?" I ask.
"The police station. They had to call her and everything. She had to look at the pictures. But they didn't allow anyone to see the video. I also saw Joshua. Namjoon already have him a broken nose for me."
I hide into his chest. "Did she say anything?" I ask.
"Well, I think she's filing a law suit. But she said hello to me. She told me to come over for dinner sometime. Apparently she wants to have an official talk with us."
I groan. "Of course she would. She's so protective."
"She cussed out an officer for not being able to remove the photo. She got very mad and almost attacked Joshua," he says. He laughs lightly, thinking of the memory.
"I don't want to go to school. I want to drop out," I groan.
He holds me chin. "That's not a choice Park Jimin. You are going to get through this and graduate. Show them you are stronger. And if anyone tries any shit I'll beat the life out of them. Then you're going to go to college. Become famous. We can get married. We can grow old. Someday you'll think back and say 'That was nothing. I'm too strong to give a shit.'"
I laugh. "I don't think I'll say that."
"I think so. Sounds like something you'd say," Yoongi says.
I draw small circles in his chest. The small designs calm the both of us. He falls asleep. Soft snores leave his mouth. I keep drawing. I can't sleep. I feel anxious. I guess it's reasonable since I've had my security stripped from me.