2

Weeks later

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Jimin limps into his homeroom to see that Yoongi has already arrived and is waiting at their desk. Upon seeing that Jimin is hurt, Yoongi jumps out of his seat and rushes over to his friend's side. "Are you okay, Jimin-ah?" Yoongi holds him firmly but gently by the shoulders. "What happened?"

"I-it's nothing h-hyung. I-I just p-pulled something while I was was out for a r-run, is a-all." he stutters nervously. Yoongi can tell that he is lying.

"Come with me." Deeply worried for the other boy, he grabs Jimin's hand and pulls him out of the classroom, to the nurse's office.

He sits Jimin on one of the beds and closes the curtain around them. "Take off your pants."

"W-what?" Jimin goes red. Yoongi crouches down, holding his dongsaeng's knees. Yoongi looks up into the boy's pretty eyes.

"Let me see." Jimin looks away and shakes his head.

"I-I'm fine, hyung. Just g-go back to class. It's about to start a-and you'll be late." Yoongi moves his arms to the boy's lower back, resiting his chin on his legs. The older boy can't help but notice how frail his friend is.

"Please, Jimin-ah. I want to help you." Jimin bites his bottom lip, trying not to cry in front of his hyung. But he can't hold it in, and breaks down in tears. Rising from the floor, Yoongi envelopes the boy in his strong arms. For a few minutes he strokes Jimin's head, trying to comfort him. Slowly Jimin's sobbing dies down and Jimin, puffy eyes, looks into the eyes of the older boy.

"I-I'll show you, hyung." Yoongi rubs his back.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yeah." Yoongi looks fondly at Jimin, releasing his arms and sitting in front of him on the floor again.

"Do you want to or should I–"

"Can you please?" Jimin whimpers, avoiding eye contact. Obediently, Yoongi tugs at the younger boy's trousers, revealing countless cuts, scars, and bruises. Yoongi is familiar with the boy's scars; he gains his own often. Which is understandable. It makes sense. But Jimin? What had he done to deserve any of it? Yoongi can feel tears welling in his eyes as he lightly caresses the marks with his finger.

"Jimin-ah." He whispers with a broken voice.

"Jimin-ah. Can I take off your shirt as well?" Unsurely, JImin nods his head and Yoongi starts unbuttoning the shirt until Jimin's chest is revealed. Met with the same terrible sight, Yoongi can't help himself anymore. He collapses into his friend, holding on tight as they both cry. "Jimin-ah." Yoongi sobs. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm sorry that you had to suffer like this. I'm just so sorry." Jimin is silent. Suddenly Yoongi feels the younger boy go limp in his arms. "JIMIN!" He screams.

/

Jimin can feel something warm in his hand. Slowly, he opens his eyes to see Yoongi resting beside him. 'What happened?' Jimin asks himself, unable to remember. 'What is he doing here? What am I doing here?' He sits up and as the blanket falls off of his chest he notices that he is only in his underwear. Had Yoongi seen him, seen his body, seen his– Jimin realises that each of his recent wounds have been carefully dressed. Definitely Yoongi's doing. Jimin feels embarrassed and ashamed of himself. 'Why did Yoongi have to see me like this?' He lets go of his hyung's hand, which causes the older boy to stir. Yawning, the mint haired boy lifts his head and looks into Jimin's eyes.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" he asks fondly. Jimin looks away. Sensing something is still wrong, Yoongi crawls onto the bed and takes his friend's hands in his. "Jimin-ah."

"Hmm?"

"There is nothing for you to feel ashamed about. Please understand that I'm not disappointed in you. I'm not angry at you." But he was certainly going to be angry at someone. Jimin nods and leans into his hyung's shoulder. "Can you tell me who did this to you?" Yoongi asks gently, caressing Jimin's tear stained cheek. Jimin mutters a response that the older boy can't understand. "Pardon?"

"J-Jungkook." He stammers and Yoongi's eyes widen, filling up with rage. He jumps up and races through the curtain and to the door. "W-wait, hyung, what are y-you going to d-do?" The older male doesn't reply and storms out of the door.

Yoongi runs through the long hallways, looking through every window, wanting to find that jerk. Not even caring about all of the attention he so hates but is now drawing to himself.

He finally finds the boy, who is standing amongst a group of people. 'His friends,' Yoongi assumes. Jungkook is laughing, as if Jimin isn't suffering because of him. Smiling, as if Jimin's pain brings him pleasure. Yoongi growls and that is when the group notices him.

"Hey man," Jungkook reaches out a hand to shake. "You're the kid in my maths class, right? Yoongi? 'Sup." In a swift motion Yoongi slams the other boy into the wall. His friends watch in astonishment and horror as their friend, confused and powerless, yelps in pain.

"What the fuck was that fo–" Yoongi swings a fist into Jungkook's jaw. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" He yells. Yoongi smirks and leans in close, whispering into the younger boy's ear.

"Why, you ask?" He chuckles and Jungkook shudders. "Because I counted the number of marks you left on Jimin-ah, you fucker. And now I'm here to make sure you're left with much, much more. Because fucking no one gets away with making him cry." The younger boy is unable to hide the fear in his eyes. "That's why." Yoongi concludes and stands up. Jungkook's friends all back away as Yoongi starts stomping on him, leaving the boy wheezing and shaking when he is done.

"Never FUCKING touch him again. You understand?" Jungkook nods his head wearily as Yoongi shoves his foot into his stomach one more time.

/

When he reaches the nurse's office he straightens himself up, takes a deep breath, so that Jimin will not be worried. Thinking about the younger boy, Yoongi feels a smile creep across his face and the heat rises into his cheeks. "Shit." He mutters, trying to avert his mind from the beautiful and innocent boy. After he has cooled down, Yoongi swings the door open.

The curtain around Jimin's bed is still drawn. Slipping inside, Yoongi realises that the boy has fallen asleep. "He really is gorgeous," Yoongi thinks aloud. Then he shakes his head at the thought, pulling the blanket over his dongsaeng's shoulders. As Yoongi turns to leave he hears a small voice.

"Hyung."

"Yeah?" Yoongi turns around to see that Jimin has been awake for a while now. He suddenly stresses. Had the younger boy heard what he had about him? Had he–

"Can you please stay here with me?" Yoongi nods his head and sits down on the floor beside the bed. Jimin stutters. "Um, hyung..." He pats the empty space beside him,

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." Yoongi slides under the blanket behind Jimin awkwardly, unsure of where to place his hands. Noticing this, Jimin reaches behind himself, pulling Yoongi's arm across his chest. Yoongi feels Jimin grip his hand. The small boy seems to relax more now, snuggling into Yoongi's chest. Holding onto him tight, Yoongi kisses the younger boy's nape.

'I will protect him.' Yoongi vows to himself.