Your Eyes Tell [18+] {Completed}

5-Dead

Jungkook couldn't feel himself. he felt numb when he saw what had started and what was happening. He didn't run further because he had reached his destination. He was still trying to make out why. For his tears were falling softly as he saw who was doing this.

There was Jimin. His pants were stripped apart and he was unconscious. His neck was red and sore, his hands were pinned to the wall, and his legs were hanging like loose pants hung in the balcony. His head was hanging and there were three of them. Whatever, they had done, whether they had started or not wasn't sure of but Jimin hadn't much life left in him. His eyes however couldn't be seen.

Jungkook shouted his agony,

"YAH!"

And the three faces turned to him. Jungkook was shivering because he had never managed to turn into being ferocious especially when he was a nerd who studied and gained good grades. He didn't know how to fight nor how to share a good punch into a man's face. It was a blessing indeed to be violent-the the first thought which crossed his mind when he saw the dark circles under those eyes of the men who faced him.

They sneered.

"What? Your boy here...is he yours?", came one teasing voice. Laughs followed and three who had managed to go and get themselves washed up came back from behind the wall. The sideways lane where he had gone as a child. The place where he had seen his dad getting killed, getting shot in the head. Memories he had kept to himself, buried so he didn't have to dig the grave again. But Jimin's small moans now made him shriek to himself.

'Wait! Aren't you the small mate who came to meet us before college?...".the others were nodding and agreeing, which made him realize who the proud boss was among them. He nodded curtly but his gaze was fixed on Jimin. The blood dripping from the seam of his pants left him gasping for breath. The cold made it harder.

"You?.... Come here my boy.", saying so, the plump guy in a fashioned blue suit walked closer to him and put his arms around him. He then pulled him closer, dragged him to be precise, and he brought him near to Jimin who was leaving ugly sobs with a hanging head. Seeing his hands bleeding due to the sharp nails made him choke. He was so no longer in this world.

"Look at him. Tall, lean, and beautiful. After all, blind. Shouldn't we be giving him a dose of our own?"

Jungkook was breathing harder and his anger was being pushed down with gulps even though he knew, he would be pushing his own limits away to punch these dudes in the face.

'This guy has been interrogating us ever since we just purposefully messed around with Valerie, the girl who exposed her butt today with her fashioned dress. We were talking and playing with her when this piece of shit walked in to teach us lessons of his own. He was asking for it and we took him. "

Jungkook could sense Jimin's breath on him. The cold air leaving his mouth as he tried to tolerate the pain.

'No concerns but he is alive. We just did it twice. Just twice. Right, Insan?", said he as he turned his face back to meet the eyes of the other three standing there. They had begun to smoke and the puffs of air made Jungkook cough. The guy laughed.

"Look! Either you can stay along with us, letting go of this issue like everyday happenings, without informing anybody about anything. After all, kids get raped nowadays all the time."

Jungkook was shaking his head slightly but his hopelessness made him feel guilty and miserable. He cried a little and the bossy dude noticed.

'Feeling bad? Ay mate, You don't have to. I and my dudes end up doing this to many. You just shave your head and there-the hair is gone. Similarly, flush it out of your head with a good bedtime story. It's going to be okay."

Jungkook got distracted by hearing some moans from Jimin. He wasn't awake as full yet but he could talk.

'....Ugh.......Pain.....Its-s-s-s.....paining!ARGH!.."

The guys from behind gave a warning to their boss, "Sean, let's go. It's time for the prom."

Sean as it seems was a bit upset by Jungkook's arrival. He wanted to confirm, "You are gonna keep this secret right mate? I and my friends left you with good times before college because you seemed harmless. Don't make me change my mind.'.His gritting teet and the shoulder hit, made Jungkook wince. He was half-dead already.

The gang pressed their feet at the cigarettes and they began to walk away to the ballroom a few meters away. The three dudes made their warnings clear, "You will be the next target if you open your mouth", "Take him to a hospital and say you did it, haha", 'Destroy our prom day and yours, if your taking bloody risks for blindies ", the rest was a gesture of an index drawn across his neck.

Jungkook stared at blank space. The moment he saw them out of sight, he untied his hanging Jimin who looked like a bloodshed Jesus Christ and removed the pins from his wrists. Jimin stumbled upon him and he had to lift him in his arms, as he was half unconscious. He kept moaning,

"Pain-n-n.....Down there-e-e-e..:

Jungkook was teary and nodded, giving him what little of comfort he could lend, "I know.. I know...Shush!!!...".He was running already and he knew a hospital wouldn't help him. He ran straight for his home. His grandmother could and with great expectation, he ran.

But an ambulance which lay at the front of his house-made him faint a little. Jimin was still in his arms and he was fast asleep though his eyes remained open, still and numb. But his slight snore made him realize he was sleeping. He wanted to hand in Jimin but he knew the after-effects.

But just as he was going to enter the open gate to his house, he saw a stretcher, and there lay his grandma. She was lying beautifully with parted lips and she was dragged out within moments. A moment when his left thumb grazed across her cheek, his face broke into a sob and finally gasps. He was trying to sob slowly so he didn't have to wake the sleeping teddy in his arms. He moaned in pain. He felt like stabbing himself open so he could lend her his soul.

The white-masked people were running outside while a man who had a stethoscope wrapped around his neck came out from the open door. On seeing Jungkook, he touched his shoulder after a shocking look at Jimin and said,

'....it was a slow heart attack. She had informed us just the moment she had got a pain. we reached but it seemed too late."

Jungkook nodded understandingly. Because he knew it was his fault. His very fault. Leaving her alone and then taking to whatever shit he had proposed of a romantic prom dance, had turned to envision Jimin getting raped, and finally there he was, with a dead grandma and none to help him.

The doctor wanted to enquire about Jimin but he refused to, especially when Jungkook throws him one of his glares which clearly and of course clearly said, "I know what to do."

It wasn't long before the street was quiet with none left and he strictly stood near the window watching the ambulance drift away as he laid Jimin in the bed. He ran to his grandma's room to collect tissues, clothing, and the IV medical kit she kept inside the cupboard whenever she said,' It will come in need someday"

He collected it from a lonely room and was about to leave but he saw a small note lying on the bedside table, next to a glass of water,

'You might not see me tonight. But make sure to catch the love of your life. Don't cry,okay?"

Jungkook found himself drenched in water.

He was crying melancholy, like a child lost in a deep-sea where his guardian angel abandoned him with nothing but a loss.