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Min Yoongi's POV

The tearstained face sitting next me soon nods off as I merge on to the highway.

He seems like he's handling everything exceptionally well. Regardless, he's had to suffer because of that asshole and I'll make sure he's treated better than he ever has. Like the way I wish I was treated....

I can't believe I wasn't there to stop it. Or at least stayed long enough to explain to Jackson personally beforehand. I want to kick myself. None of this would've happened if I had just explained or scheduled a meeting instead of randomly picking him up from a photo shoot. I can't turn back time, I know that much, so I'll just make up to him all that I wish I could've done.

Flashback

"Jisoo? I just dropped off Mr. Park at his house. He left his car at your agency, can you drop it off on your way home?" I spoke through the phone.

"Yeah, sure. I'm just packing stuff up right now. I'll see to it in a few minutes," she responded.

"Okay. Bye" I hung up the phone after her reply. Rubbing my temples, I pass by the gates to my home and pull into my long driveway. I look at the bag, now on the passenger seat, and ball my fists.

I'm not going to stand idly by as someone else's life gets ruined. As cold hearted and isolated I may seem, I have a good reason to be. Maybe I should go back.... I dismiss my thoughts and step out of my car. Unlocking the large door, I kick off my shoes and toss the keys on the entryway table.

Running my hand through my hair, I jog up the stairs and open the door furthest down the hall. Rummaging through my dresser, I retrieve black sweatpants and a slim, short sleeved shirt. I step into the bathroom and slip off my clothes to replace them with lounge-wear.

After tossing my dirty clothes in the laundry bin, I leave the bathroom and sprawl out on my bed, exhausted. It's not nearly night time, yet as I start to doze off, my phone rings loudly. Picking up the device from my nightstand, I read the caller ID, heavily sigh, and select the call button.

"Yes?" I sleepily mumble.
"Heya boss. Jisoo and I have just got to Jimin's place. We figured since we're already here we'd check in and answer any of his questions about the business. That okay?" The voice on the other side chimed as I heard them open a door.

"Yeah, sure. That's fine, Taehyung" Just then I could hear a faint screaming in the background of the call. My heart stopped.

Jimin....

In half a minute's time, I was wide awake, grabbing my shoes, sweatshirt, and keys, then rushing out the front door. With my foot pressing the pedal to the floor of my car, I arrived at Jimin's front door within minutes. Obviously, his safety being more important to me than the speeding ticket I was bound to get. The small fine was but a crumb to me compared to the overwhelming thought of the timid model getting even the smallest scratch on him.

This is all my fault.

Those five words pound against my skull, endlessly repeating. Each syllable making me feel sick to my stomach. The guilt that came with it swallowing me whole.

I didn't even bother parking my car. Leaving it at the curb with the keys still in the ignition, I ran up the steps and through the open door. My mind was being held in a thick haze of regret and worry, the lump in my throat threatening to minimize my already shallow breaths.

"Jackson! Please, stop it!" Jimin's scared voice sobbed. Following the pleads up the stairs, I found Taehyung lying unconscious on the floor, Jisoo frantically on the phone with immediate responders, and Jimin passing out on his bed, fully undressed.

All I saw was red. My mind went blank with rage as I took the man hovering over Jimin, in only boxers, by the arm and repeatedly struck him with my fists.

My jaw clenching in anger as the man's now broken nose spewed dark red blood. Still shaking with anger, I held him by his shoulders as I kneed him in-between the legs.

Bruised skin, trembling hands, fearful expressions, fake smiles, and pills. All of it came back to me as I drove my foot into Jimin's pathetic excuse of a boyfriend.

"You better stay the fuck away from him!"

I couldn't hear it when he pitifully begged for mercy once the tables were brutally turned, or when Jisoo shouted my name into the chaos hoping I would stop. I couldn't even hear the sirens blaring outside of the house, the red and blue lights flashing against each other in a frenzy of authority and aid.

Funny thing was.... I wasn't sure who exactly I was thinking of as I pummeled my heel into the man in front of me, sprawled out one the floor. Was it Jimin? Or myself?

"Sir! You need to stop!" Someone from behind me called out as they tore me away from the now unconscious body. I didn't resist against the strong hold of the officer, not wanting any more trouble.

The police men questioned Jisoo and I, but all of their words went in one ear and out the other. I couldn't pay attention. I watched blankly as blue gloved paramedics loaded Tae, Jackson, and Jimin gently onto stretchers and into the back of the stereotypical white and red ambulances.

Jisoo answered the interrogation for me, seeing as I was out of it. I'll deal with the legality of everything later, but for now, I won't let Jimin out of my sight. I can't.

Unfortunately, my ability to keep that promise to myself was cut short as they wouldn't allow into the ambulance. Despite the minor setback, I persuaded the paramedics to at least cover Jimin with my sweatshirt, letting him keep at least a shred of dignity although he wasn't awake.

Without another word, I hopped back into my car, closely tailing the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Jisoo following me in Tae's car.

Everything became a blur. Tae regained consciousness after a while and Jackson was being watched closely in the emergency to be questioned once he came to. As for Jimin, he is currently laying in a hospital bed.

Silent tears fell as I sat beside him, holding his smaller hand in my own until the doctor had asked me to wait in the waiting room. I never went back in, avoiding the stuffy environment of the white-walled room that sounded of monitored beeping. The regulated chirp of the machinery only worsened my teetering thoughts. I felt sick.

Hours have passed and I couldn't bring myself to return to his bedside chair. This is all my fault. I signed the release papers and waited for him to wake up. He must be traumatized, being taken advantage of like that. It made my blood boil.

I'm endlessly glad I showed up before Jackson took it any further. Next thing I knew, a nurse walked out of Jimin's room and my breath was caught in my throat,

"Excuse me, Mr. Park is awake now"

A/N
hello! sorry my updating schedule has been odd lately. i try to only update on fridays, but make many exceptions 😅. today's exception is for our leader, kim namjoon's birthday!

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