The Tutor | Jikook

Chapter 9

Jungkook POV

Groaning tiredly, I drag myself out of the house with my bag on my shoulder. Running behind, I can't even seem to manage to get myself on time since I left the house quite literally five minutes before Jimin and I agreed to be there.

Biting my lip nervously, I jog there as quickly as I can. I feel extremely bad making him wait like this when I was the one who wanted the extra time. However, I feel like I'm completely dragging the entire time from how tired I am.

After what feels like years, I manage to get to the school building. I quickly rush down the halls, trying not to let myself be any later than I already am. Thankfully, I soon reach the room and I quickly enter to find Jimin sitting on the sofa. His head snaps back to look at me, surprise originally gracing his face before a worried expression takes over.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, hyung." I apologize, bowing quickly before setting my bag onto the table.

"It's fine, Jungkook. But I think you and I need to have a bit of a talk. Why don't you come over here and take a seat real quick." Jimin says softly, patting the sofa beside him. I frown, worried I'm in trouble or something as I hesitantly take a seat on the sofa next to him.

"What is it, hyung?" I ask quietly, turning on the furniture so that I'm completely facing him. He does the same before gently reaching up and placing his hand on my bruised and cut cheek. Shit... I forgot to put makeup on...

"Jungkookie, I wanna know what's going on at home." Jimin tells me, a slight frown on his plump lips as he looks at me.

"I-It's nothing, Jimin. I'm just a k-klutz." I respond quietly, hoping that he'll just drop it. However, a small smile forms on his face before he chuckles quietly.

"Jungkook, don't lie to me. I'm not an idiot. Tell me the truth." He pries once more. I bite my lip nervously, lowering my gaze to my lap.

"Hyung, please. I-it's nothing." I mutter with a tiny frown. Jimin groans, standing up as he takes his hand away from my cheek. I frown a tiny bit more at the lack of contact, having somehow enjoyed his closeness. However, watching him, he paces around the room about.

"Jungkook, fucking seriously! I want the truth! I know what it fucking is, but I want you to admit it! I can't help you if you won't fucking work with me!" Jimin exclaims in frustration. I look up at him with wide eyes.

"W-What are y-you t-talking about, h-hyung?" I ask nervously. He sighs, stopping in his tracks as he turns to look at me.

"Jungkook, I know you're being abused at home. Okay? I don't know the full extent clearly since I'm not living with you or some shit like that, but it's fucking obvious that you're getting abused at home. I'd love to fucking help you, but there's absolutely no way that I can do that if you can't admit the truth and ask for it!" Jimin huffs with a frown. If possible, my eyes grow wider at his words.

"H-how d-do y-you k-know about th-that?" I question, mixed emotions flooding my mind right now. He frowns deeper at my stuttering, coming back over and sitting down beside me.

Jungkookie, it's really fucking obvious. You're hiding cuts and bruises behind makeup or covering them with clothes. You have no concerns and were happy to be here earlier than normal. It was clear you were watching the clock intently while you were back at our apartment. Jungkook, I know all of the signs. You've hit every red flag that I could possibly spot, that could be a warning sign for child abuse." His voice is much softer this time, a gentler look in his eyes.

"How would you know anything about fucking warning signs for child abuse, Jimin?! You don't fucking know anything! You don't know a damned thing! You wouldn't know the first thing about any of this! Stop acting like you fucking know me and quit acting like you give a damn! You're only fucking doing this because Ms. Lee asked you to and because you're getting fucking paid! I'm not that goddamn dumb, Jimin! Fuck off!" I snap, growing extremely angry before storming out of the room.

Leaving my bag in the room, I exit it and slam the door behind me. Not knowing where I'm going due to my blind rage, I storm out of the school altogether and walk off.

I can't believe he had the fucking nerve.