Sugar, sugar

Fourteen

Yoongi's pov
All the boys were gathered in the living room. Well Jungkook was resting upstairs and Jimin and Tae had to leave but apart from them.

Yoongi sank back into the large leather chair. He replayed seeing Jimin in his mind. The boy had come out of the room, he had been marked up by some man. It made Yoongi angry but he couldn't do anything about it. Yet.
Jimin only looked at Taehyung once he had excised the room and they silently left shortly after.

Did Jimin know?
The thought swarmed around in Yoongi's mind. He had never felt this strongly for anyone, especially in this short time.

Jimin was unreal. There was nothing or no one who could compare to him. He was heavenly. Ethereal. Celestial. He was a angel in a world of demons.

Yoongi felt like he was going crazy. He needed to get a grip. He recalled how he had felt when he had seen Jimin with Hoseok and then seeing him marked up. A possessive rage ripped through him and he had to stop himself from reacting.

Soon he would have Jimin all to himself. Soon.

Bringing himself back to reality, Yoongi tuned back into the conversation.
"Jungkook will be ok. Jimin made sure of it." Jin repeated the phrase again. It was more to comfort himself than anything else.

"What about Jimin? Does he know?" Yoongi felt like spiralling.

"Jimin just thinks that Jungkook got in a bad fight. Don't worry Yoongles, you can still have your fun with Jimin." Hoseok braced himself as Yoongi got up to hit him. What he wasn't prepared for was Jin smacking him upside the head.

"Yoongi will not be having sex with Jimin because Jimin is my baby and I will murder Yoongi if he so much as looks at Jimin the wrong way,"

"Damn hyung."

Jimin's pov
Jimin allowed himself to be guided by Tae back all the way to their apartment. He was still in a daze from seeing Jungkook like that. How did he manage to get himself into such a bad fight? It puzzled Jimin but he tried to focus on what he had to do today.
Work.
Finish his homework.
Work again.
Make dinner.
Watch more of the new kdrama.
Sleep.

Jimin mentally sighed at the to do list in his brain. Couldn't he just have a normal Sunday?

A jangle of keys and a lock turning alerted him that he was inside and Tae had begun to help Jimin get his coat and shoes off.

"Jimin? We're home now," Taehyung looked at Jimin, who had been staring blankly at the wall.

"Will-will Jungkook be ok?" Jimin squeaked out. His eyes were glossy and he seemed to be in another world.

"Jungkook will be just fine Min, you did such a good job yeah?."

Jimin moved closer to Taehyung and allowed himself to be enveloped in his arms.
"How about we go and have a bath? Would you like that Minnie?"

"Bath? With bubbles?
"All the bubbles baby,"

Jungkook's pov
Jungkook's entire body hurt. He felt like there were thousands of needles sticking into his skin. Why did he go to that deal alone?

Oh right he couldn't deal his emotions. Cool cool cool.

The surroundings became clearer as Jungkook looked around the room. He was back in his bedroom and there were several bandages wrapped around his body.

An attempt to reach for his phone reminded Jungkook of just how much pain he was in. It was like having his ribs twisted into braids and his spine knotted over and over.

After grabbing his phone, Jungkook let himself fall back onto his bed. He let out a soft whine as he felt his body jolt with pain. Jungkook sighed as he realised that he wouldn't be able to just walk this one off.

He ignored the multiple texts and calls he had gotten and went straight to Instagram.

Taehyung had posted around an hour or so ago. It was a picture of him and jimin, who was dressed in all black, posing goofily in the mirror with the caption 'sending this baby to work and now I'm all alone. Oh woe is me'.
Chuckling at Tae's extravagance Jungkook continued to scroll until he heard a knock on the door.

"Jungkook? I know you can't move so I brought you some food." Namjoon called out to him before opening the door. He was wearing tight black jeans, a grey top and his leather jacket. Why was he wearing his jacket?

"Yah- are you working without me?" Jungkook tried to lift himself up off the bed but failed miserably.

"Gguk, you can barely move. I'll make sure that Jin comes to check on you later. But just rest for now." Namjoon looks tired as Jungkook meets his gaze. "Please."

Jimin's pov
The bar was busy and loud. Jimin tried to focus on the drink he was making but the music was deafening. Why did it seem so much louder than all the other nights. It felt like Jimin's brain was at capacity and the music was just compressing it more and more.

"Oi! Pretty boy! Get me another drink!" A greasy looking old man slammed his beer glass on the table and tried to get Jimin's attention.

"Just a minute sir and I'll be right with you." Jimin called out with faux sweetness laced in his voice. He hated people like this, they scared him so much, but he had to do his job- no complaints so he took a deep breath, plastered on a fake smile and walked over.

"What can I get you sir?"
"Aaaaallllll the beer." The man tried and failed to get himself more beer. He quickly grew frustrated as the taps didn't release any beer, or move at all.

"Oh sir the taps are locked- see?" Jimin tapped the card with his finger.

Before Jimin could react to the man made a grab for the lanyard and gripped Jimin's neck. In the chaos Jimin was pulled halfway across the bar top and he felt his neck being scratched up.

At some point the man was pulled away from him and someone was trying to talk to Jimin. Today had just been too long for him. As he felt his eyes closed he heard a voice calling out and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

Huh. Jimin was so tired that he was imaging Jungkook now. He really needed to sleep.

Hi!!
Sorry for taking so long with the update I haven't been feeling much inspiration lately but I'm trying to write more.

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Also sorry for lying about it being a 'much lighter' chapter. I promise it will get disgustingly cute soon.