Here's My Number

63

Hold on to yo butts

Y/n

You yawn and rub your eyes. It's only eleven. It's been a busy day today, and you need to sleep.

You won't sleep. Not until Jimin texts you. Then, depending on if it's a green or yellow code today, you can go to sleep after confirming you've read the text.

You're not so sure if it'll be green today. Sharon's probably beyond pissed and taking it out on Jimin.

You've been watching the office on your phone to keep yourself up. You're just barely drifting off when you hear the doorbell ring. Huh. Strange. Who would be coming over now? You're certainly not expecting anyone.

You ignore it.

As soon as you decide to do that, your mom texts you.

Momma

Can you get the door? I'm in the bath

Can lily get it? I'm about to fall asleep

She's not home right now

Okay. I'll get it

You turn your phone off and sigh, stretching your arms out before you stand up. Yawning, you slowly make your way out of your room. The doorbell rings again. You groan. I'm coming, I'm coming. You think, disgruntled.

At least this is keeping you awake.

The doorbell rings again.

Jesus. Who is it?

What if it's Lily and she only forgot her key to get back in?

No. That would be out of character for her.

You speed up, skipping steps on your way down the stairs. If they ring the doorbell one more goddam time... You straighten your hair a little before you unlock the door and swing it open.

A dark hooded figure is leaning against the door frame. His hood is up and you can't see his face, but you know who it is the moment he staggers inside and falls into your arms.

A gasp leaves your mouth. "Jimin!" You exclaim. "What happened to you? Why are you here?"

He groans in response.

Already thinking the worst, you shut the door behind him. "Chim, I-"

You sway under his weight and lean against the wall for balance, arms hooked under his.

"Y/n," he croaks. Oh god. His voice. You reach a hand up and pull his hood down. Your eyes widen.

Jimin's hair is ruffled and messy. He's covered in sweat and there is blood smeared over his forehead and chin. There are dark circles around his teary eyes, and a giant black bruise covering his entire right cheek. The gauze around his ear is gone.

"Jimin! Oh my god, what did Sharon do!?"

Jimin lets his head fall onto your shoulder. "Help me," he mutters under his breath. You purse your lips and try to tighten your grip on him, but the second you touch his back, he straightens and throws his head back as if he's been electrocuted, gasping loudly.

"Sorry!" You exclaim. You fix your hand placement. "Let's go upstairs," you say. "It'll be easier to hide you in my room."

Jimin nods, falling limp against you again. "I need you to help me get you up there," you say. He gives a tiny nod and uses what little strength he has left to hold himself up.