Pretty Hurts

iv

Kim Seokjin's PoV

I was sat in my room on my computer chair, just scrolling through my phone on Twitter on the mentions page.

Many of the pictures were of Jungkook being swarmed by fans but, it was odd. We were all home today.

I saved some of the pictures and closed Twitter, opening my messaging app;

Jin: Jungkook-ah?

Jungkook: Yes, Hyung?

Jin: You didn't go out today, did you?

Jungkook: No, I didn't... What's wrong?

Jin: Nothing. Don't worry. Sorry for disturbing you.
Read: 14:55

I looked back at Twitter once again, only to see a video this time. I clicked play and I saw fans scratching him, hitting him, ripping his clothes and trying to grope him. One fan scratched so hard he started bleeding but he didn't seem to realise. He got away eventually and I saw the direction he headed in.

I locked my phone and stood up, putting it in my jean pocket and walking out of the house. The maknaes questioned where I was going but I didn't answer, and they were too engrossed in their game to really notice.

I walked along the street and pulled a face mask from my pocket and put it on, walking across the road and through an alleyway that took me to the next street over. I walked a little further down the pavement until I heard a slight whimper come from an alleyway to my right. Stopping, I peeked in in-case it was a dangerous situation.

But, all I saw was the very young male I was looking for, poking at the blood going down his arm with the hem of his shirt as he winced in pain.

"Hey! Stop it!" I yelled, only to slightly laugh when I remembered the VLive with me, Jimin, and Jungkook before I returned to my serious state, "Don't do that! You'll infect it."

His face was a picture and it took everything in me to not laugh at the poor boy.

"How do you know it will get infected," He gulped, "Sir?"

At least he was polite, unlike the punk he looked like.

"I bet that shirt touched the floor while you were sitting on the ground." I smiled under my mask.

"Oh-" He looked down, "Probably." He smiled slightly.

"What's your name?" I asked him, walking over. He flinched slightly and I stood still, letting him get used to me being close. I have no idea what this kid has gone through so I need to be careful with his boundaries if I want to get him back to our dorm and give him the treatment he needs. It was still really weird to see a Jungkook that wasn't actually Jungkook. Okay, that sounded retarded.

"I'm Jiyoo..." He whispered.

"Well, Jiyoo-sii, my name is Kim SeokJin. And I want to help you." I stated, pulling my mask down so he could see I was telling the truth before I pulled it back up before anyone else could see. (I wrote this bit without looking at the keyboard. HELP, I need a life.)

He laughed and I looked at him in confusion, "What is it?"

"My life has turned into a K-Drama in less than two hours. Holy shit." He snickered.

I gasped, "Don't swear! You're tainting your soul!"

His head threw back and he let out a laugh that sounded exactly like our Maknae's. It was creepy but yet somehow made me feel comfortable although I knew this wasn't actually our Kookie.

"You're both so alike..." I whispered but he seemed to have heard me, his laughter stopping abruptly as the words left my mouth and it seemed like he snapped back into reality.

'Goddamnit, Kim SeokJin.'

"Yeah... That's what happens when you get used to playing the role of being someone you're not..." His brown eyes closed and his brows furrowed as he seemed to recall something. My heart soared with sorrow and my eyes softened as eleven words danced from my mouth and into his ears.

"Jiyoo-sii, please come with me. I want to help you."