To Save Him | YOONMIN

Twenty Four

The bitter night air stung his face.

A week had passed since he was forced to leave, several days since he had started wandering the unwelcoming streets of Seoul-

A week since he had lost the only family he thought he could depend on.

It didn't hurt, Jimin reminded himself, it only stung a little.

Like the still-healing cuts on his face.

So what, the people that had given him life, nurtured him from a young age, the people that were supposed to love him unconditionally, cast him aside without a second thought?

It didn't hurt.

Even though he still felt his father's foot in his stomach and his fists colliding with his body, even though he still heard every curse word and "faggot!" that had been shouted at him, it didn't hurt.

It didn't hurt to know that he had nothing and no one and nowhere to fucking go before a snowstorm hit.

He had no friends to call, even if he still had his phone.

All he had were the clothes on his back, the thin, thin, clothes that he had run out of his house in, in fear of what would happen to him if he stayed. He had no money.

The sidewalks were mostly deserted at this time of night, of which time exactly Jimin wasn't sure, but it must have been past ten. Cars, however, zoomed past him on the busy streets. He wasn't sure where his feet were taking him, or what he was to do when he got there, but nevertheless, his feet kept dragging on against the pavement aimlessly, it seemed.

Maybe I'll get hit by a car.

It really wasn't the thought a normal teenager who had just turned seventeen not more than a week ago should be having, but here he was, very much not normal.

Very much not okay.

"Jimin?"

Jimin sat cross-legged on the couch, only a few inches away from Yoongi.

The voice in the phone next to his ear spoke in concern again.

"Jimin, you still there?" Jungkook questioned.

He inhaled sharply, suddenly remembering he was on the phone. "Oh, yeah, sorry Jungkook. I must have spaced out for a minute."

Yoongi looked over at the boy with a worried look on his face.

At this point, he had the ability to read Jimin fairly well, and he felt that Jimin hadn't just spaced out. He was thinking about something, and judging by the sad look on his face, it couldn't be good.

Jungkook chuckled in relief and asked Jimin his question again, for he had not heard him the first time. "So, when do you think we could meet to talk about everything? I've got the file ready to be submitted once you give a statement, and then we can go after Daehyun."

Jimin blinked furiously and shook the useless tears from his eyes.

Get it together, for Christ's sake.

"O-Oh, um, today would be fine as long as it works for you." His eyes remained trained in his lap, anywhere, anywhere but Yoongi's eyes because the elder would immediately know something was up. "What exactly would I have to do?"

Jungkook sighed on the other end of the call. "Well, we'd have to start from the very beginning of when you started, and work our way up to now."

He took notice of Jimin's silence in response to his words, and hurriedly added something else.