The first thing Jimin hears is yelling.
He groans and cracks his tired eyes open, squinting them so they adjust to the sunlight. When he comes to, he realizes how loud the yelling is and recognizes that the voice belongs to Jungkook.
"I don't care what you fucks think! If I tell you to do something then do it!"
Sighing, Jimin begins to sit up only for a rush of pain runs through him and back down to his abdomen. He looks down and remembers, the blood soaked bandage wrapped around his midsection.
"Shit..."
Sitting up carefully, Jimin gets up out of bed and almost stumbles to the floor before catching himself. He uses the wall as support and makes his way to the door. When he opens it, Jungkook's minions looks at him in shock.
"Mr. J..."
"What?!" He asks in anger. When one of the men point, Jungkook turns toward Jimin quickly as his expression changes from anger to worry.
"Darlin...you shouldn't be out of bed." Jimin let's Jungkook grab onto him before he lets go of the wall.
"Fuck...what happened? How long was I out?" He asks. Jungkook guides him to the couch and sets him down gently.
"A few days. But the boy got you bad." Jungkook explains shortly. Jimin curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair.
"And after that?"
"I'm not sure. I blacked and when I came to, the boy and the bat were gone, and everyone was dead. After that, I got you help as soon as I could." Jimin sighs and pulls at his hair.
"Dammit. So what now? You can't wait for me to get better. I won't allow you to."
Jungkook sighs at him as he lifts his hand to caress his cheek.
"I know, darlin'...I know. Look, ima keep moving but when you're ready, catch the fuck up, alright? And when you do with get Basty and that bitch too." Jimin smiles at him before leaning over to place a kiss on his lips.
"That sounds wonderful." Jungkook smiles at him.
"That's my boy."
**************
With a laptop on his lap and a coffee in his left hand, Seokjin couldn't stop himself from going back through his files to see if anything remotely related to Jimin popped up.
"What are you doing?" A voice call from the living room's entrance. SeokJin looks up and sees Taehyung with his own mug, a hand in his hip.
"What do you mean?"
"It's supposed to be your day off. You need to relax, not stress yourself out more." He comes over and takes the laptop out of SeokJin's hold before plopping down close.
"I'm just...I'm just worried for him, okay? I tried looking to see if anything popped up but the only thing that popped up was a case from years ago." The last bit of the statement catches Taehyung off guard. Jimin had been arrested before?
"Jimin's been arrested before? Well what happened?" He asks out of curiosity. He adjusts himself by sitting on one of his feet and draping an arm across Seokjin's shoulder. The action makes the older blush a bit, but it goes unnoticed.
"Well...it was around the time we took him in after my father dumped him. He was outside our house and a couple of other kids his age came to start some shit. They were shoving him around and taunting him. We didn't know what was happening until we heard screams." He explains. Taehyung looks at him in shock.
"Screams?"
"We ran outside and we saw him swinging on one of the kids with the bat we usually kept by the door. One was crying with a broken arm...and the other one..."
"What about him? Was it bad?" Tae asks. Seokjin sighs and looks away for a second. He closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see the younger's reaction.
"Jimin almost beat the last kid to death." Seokjin jolts at the loud gasp he hears. Taehyung leans off of him and sighs.
"How...how did he get let off for something like that?"
"He was mentally unstable. Me and my mother had to explain his situation and the judge decided the he needed to be in a psychiatric ward, not a prison. The wards stopped the violent urges, but the rest was up to us." Taehyung notices the built-up tension between SeokJin's brows. He doesn't hesitate to massage at the nape if his neck.
"So how did you help him? I mean, I know it was hard for you two." He finally asks. The older looks at him and lets his hand rest on Taehyung's thigh.
"After he got out of the ward, his violent urges had decreased. From there, it was like teaching a child. I still don't know how we managed to stop his urges completely...I just-" he pauses and sighs again.
"What?"
"If he is in the Jokers hands...and my mother and I were only able to subdue the urges instead of get rid of them... what if they come back?"
