Here's My Number

65

"Y/n M/n L/n!"

You jolt awake, sitting bolt upright and ramming your shoulder into your bed frame. You whip your head to the door where your mom stands, arms crossed and an enraged scowl on her face.

"What is going on here!?" She yells. "What is Jimin doing in our house? Did he spend the night? Did you sleep together!? Ohhhhh Y/n you are in for a real punushme-" suddenly your mom stops. Her frown softens and turns into a confused and concerned look.

"Jimin, why is there a giant bruise on your cheek?"

You look over at Jimin. He's sitting up, looking at your mother calmly, hair a mess.

"M-mom I can explain," you begin. She holds her finger up. "No. I want to hear it from him. What are you doing here Chim?" She sounds more stern and confused than angry now.

Jimin blinks slowly. Then tries to slide off the bed. It proves difficult as soon as he applies pressure to his arms to drag himself away from his spot. He winces, tensing, and sets his jaw. You stand up. "Stay there Jimin. You don't need to move."

Jimin slouches and looks at your mom. He opens his mouth to say something but she beats him to it.

"You're-you're only wearing a shirt."

Jimin presses his lips together for a moment, then sighs.

"I..." he trails. Mom's frown comes back. "Y/n told me you got into another fight," she scolds. "And now you come to spend the night in her room- in her bed!? What have the two of you been up to? Did you-did you have sex!?"

Jimin's eyes widen and he shakes his head wildly. "No!" You interrupt, terrified of what she's thinking. "It's not like that!"

"Then tell me," mom says. "What on earth is going on?"

Jimin clears his throat and mom shifts her glare from you to him. "I-I did get into another fight, yes," he says. "But-but I didn't come here to-to do that."

"Then tell me," mom repeats. "What are you doing here? Without pants on. In my daughter's bed. Does Sharon know you're even here?"

"No."

"Of course she doesn't. She must be worried sick!"

Worried about Jimin? No. About her secret getting out? Oh yeah. Most definitely.

"Mom-"

"I should go call Sharon right now anyway."

Panic flashes across Jimin's eyes. "No mom! Don't!" You exclaim. "Um... we can explain."

Mom looks at you expectantly. You look at Jimin. He maintains eye contact with you for a long moment, deciding what to do, when finally, he sighs.

"Sh-Sharon- um- whip- I don't-"

Mom frowns. "I don't understand what you're trying to say."

You stare at Jimin in surprise. Is he really about to spill the beans to your mom? What if she informs the police? As much as you want Jimin out of this, you know what will happen if mom calls the cops, and he does not want it.

Yet he tells the truth.

And he does it for you.

"Please don't get mad at Y/n," Jimin says, speaking as if he is treading on eggshells. Mom waits for him to continue.

"Sharon... I..." Jimin closes his eyes and tenses his jaw, then opens them again and looks at the floor.

"I'm getting abused."