glitter and gold ᵇᵗˢ ᵖᵒˡʸ

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Jimin trembled as he was pushed onto his knees against the cold wet concrete outside the bar. Two men were holding down his shoulders while another stood in front of him sneering as he crouched down to get eye level with him. "You fucked with the wrong group little puppy"

Jimin looked up at him through foggy eyes too hurt and sleepy to even process what was happening as they tossed him inside a car and drove off. He held his nose that was bleeding and started crying as he tried to open car doors that were not opening. Confused and dazed. He screamed and kicked at the door before getting backhanded once again.

Suddenly the car hit its breaks and he slammed into the wall in the car hard enough to give him an instant headache. He groaned as he was pulled out of the car and onto the curb halfway being dragged by the man who took him knowing that he was going to die or get beat and left for dead. He didn't mean to spill his beer on his shoes it was an honest fucking mistake.

"Who the fuck is that?!" Someone barked.

"Uh Sir! Um just a punk"

Jimin couldn't even keep his eyes open as he felt someone grip his chin tilting his head back and forth. "What did he do?"

"Spilled alcohol on my new shoes"

"Jesus fuck for real? You do this shit like once a week" he groaned. "He seriously pissed himself because he is so scared and all because he spilled a drink on your shoes. God damn I need to make mandatory IQ tests to enter my fucking gang"

Jimin felt himself slipping from the mans grip and was suddenly picked up from under his knees. "Open the door for me and then go find something to clean" the man said tiredly and carried him inside before he took a deep breath.

He bounced around a tiny bit as he felt the man walk around and go into an elevator. "I know you're awake" the man finally said once the doors shut and they started going up.

Jimin only held his eyes closer together and tried to be limp but ended up rather stiff. The man sighed and walked out of the elevator and crouched down placing him on a leather couch. "Just rest for now while I finish up work. I have someone coming over to help you because of course I can't take you to the clinic" he sighed annoyed and walked away.

Jimin laid absolutely still unsure of everything. He cracked open his blurry eyes and saw the man sitting behind a computer screen hidden from his sight but from the looks of it he wore a suit. Jimin gulped softly wondering what he got dragged into. He quietly adjusted himself so that he was more comfortable in his agony. He stared at the wall with plain abstract paintings and a shelf with books.

Though what surprised him was that he didn't hurt he kind of just felt numb with minor aches though he knew enough to know tomorrow he would want to die. He stared at his red wrists marked with finger impressions which were surely to bruise.

"Your eyes are quite cute I wonder what the rest of your face looks like when it's not swollen"

Jimin flinched hard and trembled like a leaf looking up at the man who was now leaning around the computer screen. Jimin sat up quickly making his head spin as he leaned over trying to gather his bearings.

"I swear I won't tell anyone this happened. I don't even know what this is. Please just let me go home" he said quickly as more tears slid down his pink and puffy cheeks. He got onto his knees hoping to look pitiful enough to get mercy.

The man simply looked bored at him and sighed walking over to him and patting him on the head causing him to flinch like a wounded animal. "Now settle down. I already told you I wasn't going to hurt you, but you need to understand a few simple things. One: you're not leaving. Not yet. And two: do everything I say and you will not end up hurt" he said simply as he glanced up at the door.

Jimin turned slightly seeing a man walk in in a rush and out of breath. "I ran all the way here what's the matter were you shot let me see" he said frantically as he started trying to undress the man and check for injuries.

"Jin I'm fine it's not me it's him" he said annoyed trying to fix his clothes.

"For fucks sake Yoongi you know 911 means that you yourself are injured" Jin said taking a deep breath and then walking around the room to cool off.

Yoongi looked at Jin and raised his brow. "Now that you're done freaking out can you help him. Fucking Kevin again" he snapped. "Fucking idiot"

"Yoongi I thought you were shot let me take a moment to calm my anxiety and he seems to be fine right now" Jin said putting a hand on his heart and crouching down. It would be unbearable to lose Yoongi and if they did they would eventually either die or become prizes of rival gangs.

Jimin watched the scary man soften his eyes a bit "I'm sorry babe, next time I'll use 119 if it's just someone else hurt and not me ok? And also I'm fine right I'm always careful" he said walking over and running his fingers through his dark hair.

Jin nodded and sighed leaning his head into his stomach and hugging his abdomen. "By the way because you sent that code I sent it to everyone else" he mumbled into his sweater.

Yoongi sighed tiredly "I figured" he said pulling him up to his feet. Despite being shorter it almost seemed like Jin acted smaller. "I love you but I need you to make sure that kid on the couch isn't going to die" he said.

Jimin wanted to be swallowed up because it felt awkwardly too intimate to be in this room and hearing those words. And if he was going to bleed out their sappiness would have taken too long and he would have been dead already.

The next thing he knew the taller man named Jin was examining his bruises and his swollen wrist. "I'm pretty sure it's dislocated" he said looking at the weird bump Jimin just now noticed as the pain just then started to kick in. A light sweat broke out on his forehead when Jin told him they would have to put it back into place and not a moment later the door swung open so hard it put a hole in the drywall.