There Was Nothing You Could Do

-𝑌𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖-

We're walking down the street back to the motel.

"Are you sure you're okay? It looks bad." Jimin touches my neck again and I try not to wince.

"It's fine." I push his hand away.

"Pshhh." Hoseok says quietly.

Jimin looks down to the ground.

I put my hand around his shoulders.

"Is Tae like that too?"

"What?!"

"His neck...is it like yours?"

"Jimin for the last time I'm fine!" I think I sounded a bit angry because Jimin makes his voice quieter.

"I...then how come you look like your trying to force yourself to not wince or pull away?"

"Uh..."

"Can I just see?"

I sigh.

"Sure." We stop in the light of a street lamp.

His eyes go wide, "Why does it look so much worse than earlier?!"

Hoseok looks at it too, "I guess it wasn't done bruising."

Jimin touches my neck with his tiny hands. They're soft against my skin so I don't really think about the pain I'm in. My neck warms up a bit against his touch.

He moves his hand from the left side of my neck and under my chin.

I wince but try not to pull away from him.

"Oh...sorry."

"It's fine." I smile at him.

"So...Tae's dad did this to you?" He rubs the right side of my neck.

"Mhm."

"But he-"

"Yes, yes we know. But we don't know how he got out." Hoseok cuts Jimin off.

"Oh."

He pulls his hand away and my neck starts to become cold.

We continue walking to the motel.

"Could I room with you and Taehyung?" He looks to me.

"Uh...sure."

"I'm going to go back to sleep, if anything happens with Tae let me know." Hoseok pats my back and ruffles Jimin's hair.

"Okay, goodnight." I smile at him.

"Good night hyung!" Jimin calls to him.

I open the door and Taehyung isn't on his bed.

Jimin jumps onto my bed and lies down there.

"Tae? Taehyung are you in here?" I knock on the bathroom door.

"Uh...y-yeah." He sounds like he is in pain, well more pain.

"Are you okay?"

"I...y-yea-" I hear him gag and hurl again.

"N-no..."

"I'll go get Hoseok."

"N-no."

"What?"

"I d-don't want his help."

"Okay...I'll get Jin?"