His voice is weak, his words coming out in a half blur, yet is determination is still palpable, as he forces himself to look at you. You, on another hand, weren't expecting this, so you really don't know how to react. That way, you stay still, your eyes drifting to Jimin's slender body, your body warming at his words.
Hoseok looks between you two.
HOSEOK: "I don't think that's wise, Jimin." He tells, his voice calm. "You'll still get worse before you get better, so you should come with me."
Y/N: "It's okay." You interject, fondling with your hands, and before you can stop yourself. "He can sleep on my bed. I'll take the couch."
A fondling surprise fills Hoseok's gaze, like he can read you, deep inside you, so you look away, not wanting to think much of the words you spoke aloud. And, without any other words, Hoseok ends up giving in, agreeing.
He shifts on the couch, gently moving Jimin's arm around his neck, so he can carry him. You move to help him but stop on your tracks once you see him picking Jimin up with little to no effort. So, you decide to lead the way to your room, even though Hoseok already is acquainted with your house.
Hoseok lays him on the bed, gently covering him with a blanket. You press your lips together, still wondering of who could've possibly cause such damage on someone like Jimin. He had always looked so fierce... So unbeatable.
At the silence that fell upon the room, Hoseok sits on a chair, beside the bed, crossing his hands together. And, you try to read his face. He is clearly tense, clenched jaw and angry eyes, staring off the distance. Yet, you also see something else: caution.
Whatever it is that is going inside his mind, he is trying to keep himself together, not wanting to act on a hot temper. Almost like he wants to do something but isn't sure if he truly can.
He had said only one person could've done something like this. You wonder...
Y/N: "How strong is he?" As you speak, Hoseok shifts his gaze to you. "Whoever did this, I mean."
HOSEOK: "Stronger than me." He tells, his voice somber. "And, that's saying a lot, considering I'm much stronger than Jimin."
Fumbled, you don't say anything back. Part of you wants to know more; more about them and how they got to this point. But, then, you feel that knowing will automatically put you into the middle of their messy life.
The less you know, the better, Y/N. You don't want this to become your life.
HOSEOK: "I'll keep an eye on him for the rest of the night." He comments, breaking your train of thought, you nodding in response. "And, thank you... For helping him. You didn't have to."
You flash him a contained smile, shifting on your standing.
Y/N: "It's okay... I didn't do much, to be honest." You sigh, looking at Jimin simply breathing on the bed. "I'll get you a new bucket, just in case. And there are towels on my bathroom, feel free to use them."
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BloodLust [JiminxReader]
FanfictionYou're the main choreographer for Namjoon's agency. You always had big dreams, but life cut your wings, forcing you to accept your fate as a backstage choreographer. Your life will abruptly change when, on one night out, you meet a sexy devil named...