Yoongi detached himself from Jimin's mouth with a gasp, wiping off the drool dripping down his lips by his sleeves.
"Jimin why?!" He blurted out.
"W-Why what?"
"Why're you leading me on like this?"
Jimin stayed silent for a moment, biting his lip. "...
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"Don't come near me!" He shouted, pushing the man with whatever Strenght he had and the man stumbled a step back. Jimin took the opportunity, escaping, running as fast as he could as he heard the man running behind him.
He ran for his life, getting back into the garden but fell as he bumped into a hard chest, he was so terrified that he shouted his lungs out, scaring the couple in front of him.
The girl and boy watched Jimin wide-eyed. They had recognized the man. But that was least of Jimin's concern right now.
"P-please help me." He pleaded, getting off the ground. "T-There– s-some man is trying to kidnap– me."
The couple had barely ceded with the shock of Park Jimin in front of them in this state but they snapped out of their thoughts by his pleading voice, his body shaking badly.
"You can hide in our car." The boy said, followed by the girl nodding. Jimin looked at them desperately, wanting something, anything for his protection.
The girl who was probably 17 took his hand and they ran into a black car nearby. Jimin got in, his body still shaking, tears escaping his eyes as the girl hoped in as well, sitting by Jimin's side.
Her boyfriend got into the front seat. The windows were thankfully black. Jimin was still panting looking around, not paying attention to anything.
The two teenagers looked at him, not knowing how the hell they end up here but they knew that the man was in a major panic. The girl lightly patted Jimin's back.
"You'll be fine."
He just looked at her, his vision blurry because of the tears while the boy continued looking out.
"Hey is that the man? Uh... Jimin?" He asked, knowing Jimin's name for obvious reasons.
Jimin's head snapped to see the nasty man looking around and passing by the garden. He nodded, head pounding badly because of how hard the man had pushed him to the wall.
"Y-yeah." He said, a sick pit forming in his stomach.
"Here, have some water." The girl offered a bottle and Jimin took it with shaking hands, hastily dropping the cap down but paying it no mind, taking a short sip of the water.
"It's fine. You're fine." She said, giving him a short smile. "I think you should call someone."
Jimin shakily nodded again, he was so far away from home and all he could think about was home.
He took out his phone, tears running down his cheeks as he sobbed, his vision blurry. He dialled the first number that came up, not paying attention. He just needed someone he knew, anyone.
The phone rang thrice before the other line picked up.
"Jimin, where are you? I thought you were in the studio—"
But Yoongi was cut off by hearing Jimin's sobs.
"Jimin? Jimin, what happened? Why're you–"
"Hyung, I...." Tears burst through Jimin, cutting him off, he couldn't process anything, his face was stinging badly because of the blow and all he could picture was that man dragging him down the bridge. He couldn't describe in words what has happened to him.
The teenage girl bit her lip nervously, not wanting to startle Jimin but she gently took the phone from his hand as Jimin pressed his hand against his mouth to control his sobs.
"Hey, hey..." She said on the call. "He was attacked somewhere around this garden, he's hurt...could you come and pick him up?"
"Where– where are you?" Yoongi asked, panic rushing through him at the thought of Jimin. The girl told him the address and he ran towards the door, picking up the first car key that came into his hand.
"Hyung, what happened?" Taehyung asked from behind, seeing this restless Yoongi but he couldn't speak, he just ran out the door.
"He's coming." The girl said, handing Jimin his phone, who continued weep.
"T-Thank you." He stuttered, wiping off his tears, hiccuping.
The boy smiled at him. "It's fine man."
Jimin nodded shortly, biting his lip and looking out if someone had come to pick him up yet. All he wanted was to go home, remove the filth of the man's hand off his body.
10 minutes. 10 minutes passed as Jimin continued gazing out of the window, there was no one he knew. He had been clenching his fists tightly, causing his knuckles to turn white.
His crying had ceded but not the urge to go back home. The flashes of the man and the bridge roaming in his mind, goosebumps lining over his skin.
What hurt, even more, was that it was Yoongi. Every passing second felt like an eternity and he got to a point where he thought that Yoongi wasn't coming for him. Tears welled up in his eyes again, feeling helpless.
The girl noticed the tears flowing down his cheeks once again as he continued gazing out, biting his lip and waiting.
She opened her purse and took out a chocolate bar, lightly patting Jimin's shoulder to grab his attention. He looked at her.
"I would have offered you some coffee but... chocolate?" She asked, offering him the bar to which he politely shook his head.
"No, thank you." He muttered. A beat passed before Jimin asked.
"I-I don't think someone is coming for me, would you mind dropping me home?"
Jimin looked at the guy in the driver's seat, there was no one he could rely on right now.
The girl furrowed his eyebrows.
"But he sounded worried, I think he's just late." She said, but her heart ached by seeing Jimin so helpless, she could clearly see that Jimin didn't want to wait anymore. His tears were coming again.
"We'll wait for five minutes, if someone doesn't show up we'll drop you home, alright?"
Jimin nodded, shivering as he felt the sick pit in his stomach rising, his heart race increasing again.
He yanked the car door open and jumped out, throwing up near the garden fence.
