Lost life

Hurt

Jimin's heart stopped beating. Why? Why was he calling? What does he have to say anyway? Jimin was slightly curious, but more afraid at the same time. Before he had the chance to decide what to do next, the call went unanswered. Jimin sighed in relief and turned his phone silent. He laid it away and tried to find his sleep which took him rather long. His mind was so confused that he got headache. First Yoongi beating him up and then Jungkook calling? Jimin got anxious by the thought of Jungkook wanting something from him. Did he even want something? But it's Jungkook and he's someone who either wants to say bad things or was maybe wanting something, remembered Jimin. He sighed and closed his eyes, falling asleep with his confusing thoughts.

He stayed in bed over the whole long weekend he had, only thinking about the one who pained him so much and the one he left, who pained him as well. "How did I get into this mess?", he asked himself, while he was removing his bandages from his head. Jungkook called him endless times that weekend and Jimin ignored every call. Even if the silver head was curious what Jungkook had to say, he wouldn't let himself get dragged down by him again. The weekend went by and Jimin wasn't sure if he even slept. A door opened and the cheering and light voice spoke up. "Get up Jiminie. It's morning.", called his roommate. "I'm awake.", he groaned. "Good. Do you feel better or do you need another day?" Slight worry laced his voice. Another life would be nice too, thought Jimin to himself. "I'm okay, I'll get up soon.", he assumed and Hoseok nodded, before he left Jimin's room. The silver-haired closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, before he got up and made himself ready.

Jimin had his art class first, meaning he got to see Minho again. Even if he wanted, he couldn't ignore him this time, he knew. Not with a still present bruise on his nose and tiny injuries on his hands.

Jimin anxiously made his way to his usual seat next to Minho. As his friend began to look at him, his eyes went wide and he gaped at him. "Hey...", said Jimin with a weak voice. "What? What? How?" The black haired couldn't express his shock at Jimin's sudden appearance. "It's a long story.", sighed the younger and sat down next to his shocked friend. "But how? Did you get into a fight or something?", he asked worried. "Didn't Hoseok tell you?", asked Jimin rather surprised. His roommate was always quick to update them on him. "What? No, no he didn't.", shook Minho his head. Just before Jimin had any chance to tell something, the professor came in. He mouthed "later" to Minho and he nodded.

Jimin got barely thought classes without nearly falling asleep. He couldn't understand it himself why he was that tired. He did sleep over the weekend, but how much was another question. As lunchtime rolled in, Jimin was unsure what to do. "Just come on." He was being dragged by Mark and the two sat down on a table with Minho. "Talk.", ordered Mark for him to do. Jimin first looked at the two hesitantly, before his eyes dropped to his hands, analyzing them. "It's not that easy.", he said first and Mark groaned. "Just spill it."

Shakily, Jimin began to tell them the same he told Hoseok. They luckily believed it, but weren't happy with the result.

"That's enough. I mean it, I'm going to kill him.", growled Mark and gritted his teeth. "Calm down.", said Minho and laid his hand on Mark's back. "I can't! Look at him. Do you think I let some random do what he wants with him?", asked Mark Minho and he really tried to keep his voice down. "No, of course not.", sighed the black haired. "Guys, it's okay. I-." "Hell no Jimin, it's not okay. Don't you dare defend what he has done okay!? I don't know why he's getting all psycho and aggressive on you, but I'm done. So fucking done and now listen to me. If you're going out, it doesn't even matter where, call me.", told MArk him seriously. "What?", asked his best friend and Jimin in unison. "I mean it. If he wants to hurt you, he has to get over me first."

"Do you really want to play Jimin's bodyguard?"

"Does it look like he can defend himself?!", asked Mark back, pointed at Jimin. "Wait!", called Jimin and four eyes landed on him. "I really appreciate that, but I can deal with it myself. I'm not a child anymore, I can defend myself.", spoke Jimin out and Mark wanted to laugh at his words. "Obviously, you can't.", said the elder, pointing at his injuries. "He caught me off guard.", defended Jimin himself. "Off guard? Jimin you can't even walk normally, because of your knees. And you didn't even hit back.", stated Mark slightly annoyed. "Jimin, we really want to help you here. What happens if he comes back?", asked Minho and Jimin got tense. He didn't want to think about that. "Just let me do it. The least he'll get is one black eye.", stated Mark and balled his fists.