Some Kind Of Wonderful (a yoonmin fan fiction ) Mature content

Chapter Thirty One

Jimin knew this was it, he was going to be beaten to a pulp by these two neanderthals who currently had him in a stronghold.  He hadn't gambled on there being more than Mark or Jackson baying for his blood, but now he was in serious physical trouble.  He relaxed against the two guys as if to submit to the awaiting fate whilst he listened to Jackson's fucked up confession and how this had all been a ruse to get back at Tae for the years of pent up jealousy.  He looked up at one of the guys, he was build like a brick shit house and could no doubt send him into a coma with one punch.  But the guy was looking down at him, his eyes were uncertain and he looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, this seemed to be mirrored in the eyes of meathead number two as they looked at each other obviously in a quandary about their next move.

"What are you waiting for?" screamed Jackson at the two burley figures holding onto the small boy, "I asked you here for a reason, my beef is with him, you go sort that little shit out" he screamed, neck muscles bulging in rage.  But Jackson's muscular friends just stayed where they were, but their eyes didn't mirror the psychosis raging around in their friend in front of them.  Maybe, Jimin thought, there was something else in those eyes, something akin to respect almost as they looked down at him.  By standing upto Jackson and throwing the best, and only punch he had ever attempted in his eighteen years, he was getting their notice, and perhaps their understanding?

The next few moments seemed to pass slowly for Jimin, he felt as though he was on a precipice, an uncertainty doing cartwheels in his gut.  But he never backed down, he couldn't back down, and so he remained stoic, asking the meatheads what they would do next with silent eyes.  Finally meathead number one cleared his throat "look Jax mate, this has gone a bit far for me, I'm into fair fights, not picking on kids" he stated letting go of Jimin's arm, his accomplice grunting in agreement and mirroring his actions.  Jimin let out a shaky breath and straightened himself up as Jackson rounded back upon him, eyes boring furiously into his own.

What happened next seemed to flash by in the blink of an eye, Jimin felt himself be shoved by force as Jackson lunged towards him.  He felt a sharp blow to the right side of his temple and a sticky warmth settle down his face.  His body contorted in pain as he came into contact with an ornate stone fireplace in the grand hall as his legs seemed to lose their function.  He shook his head to rid the cotton wool feeling that had settled in his ears as Yoongi's face came to view in front of him.  He seemed to be moving his lips in slow motion but Jimin couldn't hear what he was trying to say, was he dreaming right now? it just didn't feel real as the edges of his vision went dark. 

After having the limo picked up, Yoongi had watched from the lawn into the open door of the house for quite some time.  He'd promised himself that he wouldn't get involved, that this was Jimin's battle.  He'd seen the upper cut Jimin had delivered to Jackson and his heart had beamed with pride.  His palms had twitched as the two burley guys that held him looked like they were going to cause damage, two on one and his feet had moved towards the house before his brain caught up with them.  He'd heard Jackson's fucked up confession to the shocked faces of Tae, Jungkook and the clusters of onlookers.  Things looked like they were settling down as the two guys let go of Jimin, refusing to do the dirty work of a deranged psycho, and Yoongi had relaxed ready to set out on the long walk back to his trailer, his job for the night done.

Quick as a flash, and with no one expecting what was to come, Jackson picked up a wrought iron poker from the edge of the grand fireplace, and threw himself at the unsuspecting Jimin.  he delivered a sharp blow to his head before being grappled to the ground by Tae and Mark, Tae punching his face continuously until his knuckles were coated in the plasma of the person he'd classed as a friend for so long.  Jungkook was sobbing and onlookers, mostly the kids from school either looked on in horror or made a sharp exit in anticipation of the cops being called, the thought of explaining their underage drinking to their parents more of a priority.

Jackson managed to stumble to his feet and ran, chased after by Mark, but Jungkook had grasped on to Tae's arm pleading with him not to go.  He pulled Jungkook into a tight embrace to calm his shaking breath as Jungkook stroked his hair in soothing motions, his tears still flowing.  Yoongi had Jimin cradled in his arms as the two big guys from earlier offered to help move him to the large sofa in the family room, looking every bit as contrite as they felt.  Jimin felt like shit and his head was pounding, he wanted to ask if everyone was ok, but only managed to croak out Jungkook's name before he fainted, Yoongi's hurt and disappointed face being the last thing he saw. 

Yoongi stomped over to where Tae and Jungkook were captured in an embrace, both calming themselves down.  "He wants you" said Yoongi sulkily in the direction of both boys.  A pissed off look flashed through Tae's eyes, but he took a breath and stroked Jungkook's cheek "go see how he is" he said tenderly, wiping the tears from Jungkook's face before looking up at the few stragglers left behind.  "Party's over" he stated coldly in true Taehyung fashion before stomping off to find a first aid kit.

Jungkook knelt down on the thick carpet next to the large sofa where Jimin was lying "should we call an ambulance?" he asked concerned as he cleaned the wound and added a small bandage.  He felt guilty because his initial response had been to reach for Tae, to be comforted by the strong arms of the boy he loved.  He'd seen Yoongi dive towards Jimin to do the same, so why was he looking so upset now stewing in a corner pretending not to watch them?  "He'll be ok, just a little concussed, probably have a shit stinking headache in the morning" sighed Yoongi.  "You might be best to watch him for tonight though, just in case" he shrugged, as if the latter meant nothing to him. 

The house was now empty apart from the four of them, a popular, a socialite, a nerd and a rebel.  No one was really talking and an uncomfortable silence had settled over the three as they waited for Jimin to wake up.  Yoongi was sulking, Tae was jealous and Jungkook was oblivious as he stroked Jimin's brow.  Jimin stirred alerting the onlookers, Yoongi almost jumping from his chair but stopping himself just in time.  

"Ouch" moaned Jimin, "hey it's ok" said Jungkook, "don't try and move, do you feel dizzy? sick?" he fussed.  "Give him a bit of space JK, let him come to a bit" Tae scolded gently at his boyfriends obvious fondness for the art nerd lying in his house.  No, he was wrong, Jungkook was a free agent, they hadn't rekindled their relationship and he wouldn't get him back if he was heavy handed again.   He shared a look with Yoongi who seemed to mirror his own expression at that moment and proceeded to pour himself a whisky, handing one to a bewildered Yoongi, "you look like you need this as much as me" he stated motioning to Jimin and Jungkook with a nod of his head.  

"H-how did I get here?" asked Jimin weakly sitting up slightly as Jungkook propped the pillows behind his head.  "You took quite a blow to the head" stated Tae approaching the two boys, Yoongi carried on nursing his glass of whisky, just observing the scene.  He desperately wanted to run over to his best friend, take him in his arms and never let him go, but he was glued to the seat, his legs, heart and mind refusing to align to save him from inevitable torture. 

Jungkook handed Jimin a glass of water and steadied it while he drank, Jimin nodding a small thankyou then laughed "you won't forget that date in a hurry" he chuckled.  Jungkook playfully swatted his arm "dick" he laughed.  Tae and Yoongi clearing their throats at the same time in annoyance causing Jungkook to bite back a smile, loving Tae's jealous side and Yoongi's obvious affection towards the injured boy.  Jimin hadn't notice Yoongi until now and sat upright "Yoongi" he exclaimed, never being more happy to see him and thankful he hadn't done anything stupid. 

 Jimin's heart pounded in his chest as he met Yoongi's eyes, Yoongi quickly looking away.  "Well, I'm glad you're ok Chim, I'll get going, you're in good hands here" he said abruptly before standing up and heading to the door.  He didn't even pause, didn't wait to hear the small voice calling his name not to go.  He had to get out, it was stifling and he couldn't breathe and those damn tears were starting to fall again, what a fool he thought wryly as he exited Tae's house and set off on a run to God knows where.