Fake Love

Chapter 16

Jins POV:

Namjoon sits in the armchair in the left corner of the room, pouting and obviously not happy with the situation. I honestly couldn't care less. If he wants to behave like a child and grumble over it, it's up to him. I huff, showing him that I'm more than pissed off with him, but he decides to ignore me and instead focuses on the door when it opens.

My heart sinks.

Guilt rises within me and I strongly have to fight with my mind to keep my tears back.

Taehyung pushes Jimin in front of him. His pale, fragile feature has crawled in on itself even further. He looks mortified and I wonder for a second what Taehyung threatened with before they entered the room. 

He looks at me, awaiting commands, but all I can manage is to tilt my head towards the bed.

He pushes Jimin over to the furniture as I watch him agonizingly put weight on his swollen ankle. It really looks painful, the skin already turning blue and for a moment I wonder if it is actually broken or not. "Chain him to the bedpost," Namjoon commands coldly and I shoot him a death glare in which he returns with a smirk.

I can't talk in here, I don't want Jimin to know that I have failed him as a friend and Namjoon knows that. So, I watch in silence as Taehyung does what he has been commanded to do. Jimin is too terrified to even try and protest. He's not stupid and he knows very well that there are more people in the room that just him and Tae, but I think what frightens him the most is that he doesn't know who.

Taehyung finishes and awaits further commands from me or Namjoon. 

I feel myself shaking. 

It's a terrible feeling growing in my chest and I can't help but to think how much he's hurting. Not physically, but mentally. He's been here for less than 24 hours, but his body and mind has already weakened. Like his soul has left him and what's left is just an empty shell of the young man that used to be there.

Sniffing I point towards his jeans, signalling Tae to fold them up so that I can have a better look at his ankle. Jimin jumps and a little squeak follows him the moment Tae touches his leg. Even though he ain't nowhere near Jimins ankle, Jimin still hisses from the slightest touch, probably expecting it to hurt. Namjoon scoffs, rolling his eyes sarcastically before staring at Jimin.

Taehyung backs away as I approach, sitting down. I study it, not wanting to touch it for some reason and I don't really understand why. 

What am I afraid of? 

Hurting him? 

Him recognising me somehow? 

I decided only moments earlier that I would do what I can to at least try and help him. 

I don't want him in pain. 

I don't want him to be scared. 

I don't want him to fear for his life.

But I don't have much say in this. Namjoon's committed. He will do anything to see this through, even if it ends up hurting the ones he loves. Even if he ends up hurting me. The best I can do is to keep Jimin alive. Try to the best of my capability to make sure no one else hurts him. That was the deal, but I'm starting to second guess Namjoons promise on that.

Realising that I've been falling into a train of thoughts and that I have three people awaiting my actions, I shake my head, pulling myself out of my mind. I signal to Taehyung that I will have to touch Jimins ankle to be able to feel how flexible it is and that it might hurt. Taehyung nods before turning towards him; "Jimin, are you listening to me?" he asks.

Jimin turns in the direction of Taehyungs voice, his head hanging low and his arms tied to the bedpost beside his head. "Yes." It's barely above a whisper. Fragile and frightened. Taehyung smiles. "Good. We will have to touch your ankle a bit Jimin, move it around a little to see how much you can twist it and it's probably going to hurt," Tae admits. "Good," Namjoon can't help but smirk from the corner of the room. His eyes practically sparkling when Taehyung mentions pain.

I ignore him, deciding that I will only focus on Jimin with Taehyungs help. I can see a tear trickle down his left cheek and a ping in my heart makes me grab my chest. 

Why does it hurt so much? 

Why can't I just learn to ignore it?

Why did it have to be Jimin?

I can no longer fight my tears when I start touching his ankle. They stream down my heated-up cheeks as I listen to Jimin hiss and squeal in agony while I'm forcing him to turn his ankle. 

The final scream is too much for me, the headache approaching and I immediately get up before I rush out of the room not being able to handle it.

I break down in the hallway. A panick attack approaching and just breathing gets more difficult while I'm balling my fucking eyes out. To my surprise and disappointment, Taehyung comes out to comfort me, not Namjoon. "You ok hyung?" he asks. Stupid question. 

Do I look fucking ok?

I ignore him, instead crouching down, embracing my knees and burying my face in my lap. I can feel his presence. He just stands there, letting me pour my feelings out before I finally look at him with blotchy eyes. I don't say anything while I try to gather myself, sniffing as I stand up.

"You have to bandage it and keep it elevated. I will find some painkillers for him." I say unsympathetically, suddenly hiding my feelings like I'm used to when I'm in this house.

Instead of going back inside, knowing that I left Jimin alone with Namjoon, I head downstairs towards the kitchen in desperate need for water and painkillers myself while Taehyung goes back. 

Downstairs, silence meets me. An uncomfortable deadly silence that can only mean two things. 

If I'm lucky, no one else is home at the moment and I'm free to walk in peace towards the desired room. But, knowing what this creepy silence means, I'm guessing Guk is currently playing a deadly version of hide and seek with someone, and with Taehyung upstairs it leaves only one person;

Min Yoongi.