The Tutor | Jikook

Chapter 21

Jungkook POV

"Give me my goddamn son back, you bitch. You've been keeping him away from me all this time, haven't you?! It's been you that's taken my son away!" The voice makes shivers run down my spine, closing my eyes as I try to keep myself calm.

"Miss, I've not done anything to your son. I need you to calm down and leave." Jimin says calmly from the doorway, though I can hear the little bits that show through that he's just as worried as I am.

"Bullshit! He's here with you, isn't he?! You're not even letting him attend his proper class, you motherfucker! Give him back!" My mother shouts. Suddenly, I hear a yelp and the door slamming shut. Turning to look back with wide eyes, I realize that Jimin's pulled her inside, most likely so she won't cause a problem out in the hall.

"Goddamn it! Shut the hell up!" Jimin hisses at her with a glare. She scoffs indignantly, before looking around the room, eyes locking on me. My eyes widen as she spots me, stalking over to me and yanking me up onto my feet by my wrist. I completely forget about my appearance at this point, the fact that my lips are probably still swollen and plump and cheeks flushed from the make out with Jiminie. All that's running through my mind is being afraid of having to go home now. Of course, she doesn't seem to miss it.

"Jeon Jungkook, why're your lips so... We're you assaulting my son?!" She shouts, turning to look at Jimin with eyes wide.

"Eomma, no! He didn't assault me or anything! He's not hurt me in any way!" I exclaim instantly, fearful of her possibly hurting Jimin. He looks to me with a worried expression, biting his swollen lower lip before looking back up to my mother.

"Bullshit! Jungkook, I'm not fucking blind! He obviously forced himself on you, which is assault!" She shouts, turning to me and smacking me across the face.

"You wouldn't know jack shit!" Jimin growls at her, a dark look on his once bright face as he glares at her.

"Oh? Is that so?" She scoffs with an eye roll. Biting my lip worriedly, I glance between the two, realizing just how upset and pissed Jimin's getting. Feeling my breathing grow ragged, I manage to shake my mother's grip off my wrist as I hurry to his side in hopes to calm him down. Reaching him, I take one hand in mine as I lace our fingers together, standing behind him and wrapping my other arm around his waist so that he won't be able to go anywhere.

"You fucking call this 'forcing myself on him'? And what exactly do you call what you just did to your own fucking son? Huh? What do you call the shit your husband does to him? The shit you do to him by forcing him to take the hits while you hide off in your room with the fucking door locked like the cowardly bitch you are?!" Jimin snaps, words dripping in venom as he speaks. Her eyes widen before narrowing again.

"Jungkook, get over here. We're going the fuck home and I'm pulling you out of school." Eomma says, still glaring at Jimin as she snaps her fingers for me to come over to her.

"No." I answer softly, fear creeping into me as I nuzzle my face into Jimin's shoulder.

"Excuse me?" She questions incredulously, eyes wide as she glares at me now.

"He said he's not fucking going home with you. He's done being abused and I'm not letting him go even if he wanted do. He's not some fucking rag doll for you to just use as a human goddamn shield! Jungkook is a goddamn fucking human, and to add, your own fucking son! You should be fucking ashamed of yourself and goddamn fucking embarrassed for how you've treated him! He deserves to be fucking loved and cared for, like the person he is! Not like some wild goddamn animal!" Jimin explodes angrily. My mother simply stands there in surprise, clearly not knowing how to respond or react to his outburst. She just stands with wide eyes and parted lips as she looks at the two of us.

"Get the fuck out of here before I call the goddamn cops!" Jimin threatens, his voice two octaves lower than normal. With that, my mother scurries out the door and out of sight. Though, the moment she's out of sight, Jimin collapses to the floor. My eyes widen as a yelp escapes my lips, kneeling down beside him instantly. Sitting down on my knees beside him, I wrap both arms around him and pull him onto my lap.

"Call... call Tae." Jimin murmurs, his head lulling to the side to rest against my chest. My eyes widen worriedly, reaching one hand back to my back pocket to pull my phone out of my pocket.

"Jiminie, what's wrong? Come on, baby. It's okay. She's gone now." I say, trying to calm him down.

"Just... call Tae... he'll know... what... to do." Jimin manages to wheeze out, his eyes fluttering between open and closed. With my entire body beginning to shake in fear now, I do everything I can to try and keep him awake whilst I dial Tae's number.

"I'm calling him. It's gonna be okay. Jiminie, please. You gotta stay awake, baby. Please. Come on, it's over now." I tell him whilst listening to the phone ringing in my ear. He soon picks up and I thank everything out there that he does.

"Jungkook? What're you doing calling me right now? Shouldn't you be in school with Jiminie right now?" Tae asks as soon as he picks up.

"Tae, please fucks sake, I need your help. My-my mother showed up and Jimin collapsed the moment she left. He said to call you. Holy shit, Tae. What the hell do I do?"